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beren_writesIn His Kiss: The Trouble With Vampire Tendencies (2584 words) by beren
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley
Additional Tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, hunger, Need, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, steddieweek2023
Also on AO3
Summary:
Steve notices Eddie watching him, and it brings things he has been thinking about to a head. The only remaining question is, is he brave enough to take a chance?
Steve could feel Eddie’s eyes on him. It was like he could tell, even without looking that Eddie was staring at him. Every time he glanced over, Eddie looked away, but half a second too late. It was beginning to drive Steve crazy.
It had been months since Vecna. Henry Creel was very, very dead, thanks in part to all of them, but primarily due to El. They’d gone back into the Upside Down as a group, determined to end it before Henry could regather his strength. El had finished him off for good as the rest of them protected her from Vecna’s monsters.
One of the shocks of the aftermath had been finding a very confused, but alive Eddie Munson among Vecna’s dying army. He wasn’t quite the same as he had been, but Doctor Owens had been surprisingly helpful with that. Steve didn’t really understand the politics, but something to do with the final battle had put Owens back in charge.
Eddie was currently sitting under a large sunshade while the kids splashed around in the pool, the older adults took up the sun loungers, and those in the middle sat around the edge of the water with their feet in it. One of the things Eddie had picked up from the Upside Down was a dislike of too much heat. It wasn’t as bad as it had been for the Upside Down natives, but it was still noticeable.
Steve was glad Eddie had agreed to come to the party, but he was keeping an eye on him. Eddie did disappear into the airconditioned house every now and then, and always had an iced drink in his hand. The Indiana summer had to be something of a nightmare for someone with Eddie’s condition. That Eddie and Wayne now had a house with air conditioning themselves, thanks to the US government, was at least one plus in the situation.
When Eddie got up yet again and headed through the back door, Steve left Robin chatting to Jonathan and followed.
“You doing okay?” he asked when he walked into the kitchen to find Eddie with his head in the refrigerator.
“Oh hey, Stevie,” Eddie said, turning and giving him a grin, “yeah, just needed to cool off for a bit. I always hated the heat, now I really hate it.”
The nickname made something in Steve’s chest flutter. Apart from Robin occasionally using ‘Stevie’ it had mostly been thrown at him as an insult, a babying of his name to make him lesser, yet Eddie somehow managed to make it not like that at all. It made Steve wonder what it would be like to cross the distance between them and taste Eddie’s lips.
He’d found himself thinking a lot of things like that over the past couple of months. Several long talks with Robin had helped him come to terms with the fact he was not completely straight, but he still wasn’t sure how to label himself. He hadn’t been able to shake the fear his attachment to Eddie was trauma based. However, the way it wasn’t going away and seemed more to be deepening, was pointing him in the direction of thinking he was bisexual.
“Have Owens’ people come up with anything to help counter that yet?” he asked, wandering across the kitchen to lean against the counter.
“It’s better when I’ve just chowed down on one of the blood bags the government is so helpfully providing,” Eddie said with a shrug, “but I’m beginning to think there is nothing else they can do.”
Steve couldn’t help noticing the way Eddie’s eyes flicked to his neck and away again as they were talking.
That was the other hangup from the Upside Down. Eddie needed to regularly ingest blood. The scientists had tried transfusions for a while before Eddie had gone a little feral and simply ripped the bag off the hook and bitten into it. Dustin had been visiting at the time and had been very happy to tell everyone about Eddie’s awesome vampiric tendencies.
“Are you thirsty now?” Steve asked.
“Getting there,” Eddie admitted, staring at the floor. “I should go, the sun’s getting to me.”
“Is that why you keep staring at my neck?” Steve asked before Eddie could move.
The way Eddie went very still had Steve holding his breath.
“Sorry for creeping you out,” Eddie said without looking up.
“You didn’t,” he replied. “But I noticed, and you weren’t doing it to anyone else.”
Eddie laughed and it was not a happy sound.
“Fuck,” Steve heard him whisper under his breath.
“Guess I don’t do subtle,” Eddie said louder this time, finally lifting his gaze to look at Steve.
“Not one of your strong points,” Steve agreed.
Eddie sighed, looking away again, but clearly thinking hard about something.
“Do you know what bisexual means?” Eddie finally asked and Steve’s heart skipped a beat.
He nodded.
“Colour me surprised,” was Eddie’s response to that. “Well that’s me,” Eddie went on, “and, oh boy, do I have a type, and because the universe thinks it’s funny, that happens to be preppy cheerleaders or jocks.”
“So you …” Steve started to ask.
“Have had a crush on you since way before was good for me,” Eddie confessed, “and then you had to turn out to be a really nice guy which made it a thousand times worse. It was so bad I had to use Nancy like a shield, but then I come back from the dead and you and Nancy are definitely off the table, and not only that but I suddenly have this really insistent urge to bite you. I’ve been trying to deal with it, but clearly I’m not doing so well, and it just keeps getting worse.”
“Maybe that’s my fault,” Steve said.
“I know you’re sometimes a self-sacrificial hazard,” Eddie replied, “but how, exactly could that be your fault?”
“Because me too,” he replied.
Eddie frowned.
“You too, what?”
“Me too, bisexual,” Steve said plainly, “and me too, crushing on you. Took me a while to figure it out, but then everyone knows I’m slow. Hence, maybe your urge is getting worse because you’re sensitive to that now.”
Eddie blinked, but otherwise did not move or speak for some time.
“You’re not slow,” wasn’t really what Steve expected Eddie to say next, “you just process things differently from the prodigies splashing around in your pool.”
“My old teachers would beg to differ,” he pointed out, even though the conversation was diverting weirdly.
“Yeah, because Hawkins high is known for understanding anyone outside the most normie of the norm,” Eddie said.
Even as Eddie was speaking, Steve saw his hands twitch.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Adjusting,” Eddie replied, in something of a strained tone. “Kind of blowing my mind here, Stevie, and maybe my control too.”
That was all he needed to make his decision, and Steve walked across the room and took Eddie’s hand.
“Come on,” he said, “anyone could walk in here.”
Eddie made a pathetic whimper of a sound but did not resist as Steve led him out of the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom.
“What … what ...?” Eddie tried to ask, but he seemed to be struggling with words.
“Can I kiss you?” Steve asked, looking directly into Eddie’s deep brown eyes.
Eddie nodded, slowly but deliberately. Steve didn’t hesitate. Before he could second guess himself he crowded into Eddie’s personal space, leaning in and tilting his head until his lips met Eddie’s. For a second Eddie did not respond. Steve could feel the other man tensing like a taught bow string.
“Holy shit this is really happening,” Eddie muttered against his mouth and then his back hit the door as Eddie literally leapt at him, winding strong legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
He wound his arms around Eddie, adjusting his stance for the extra weight and sank into the kiss as Eddie joined in whole heartedly. If Steve had had any doubts left, they fled as he lost himself in the taste and feel of lips and tongue and fingers in his hair. When Eddie finally broke away, kissing down his jaw and onto his neck, he put his head back and enjoyed it.
As Eddie buried his face in Steve’s neck and moaned, trembling in his arms, he knew exactly what Eddie needed.
“Do it,” he said.
“I could hurt you,” Eddie whined into his shoulder.
“You couldn’t,” he replied. “We’ve both been there when Dustin goes on about your vampire tendencies, everything Owens’ people have helped you figure out. Your teeth are razor sharp when extended and your saliva heals. We both know Dustin’s gonna end up with a Nobel Prize some day for figuring out how that works.”
Eddie laughed into his shoulder, finally pulling back and looking him in the face.
“You really want me to..?” Eddie asked.
“Hell yes,” he replied.
He wasn’t sure where his own need came from, but he felt desperate. Now that he had been permitted something, he wanted everything he was allowed.
“Please,” he added.
Eddie opened his mouth, letting Steve see the deadly, extended fangs. One last test. Steve stared for a few seconds, unable to tear his eyes away until he put his head back against the door, exposing the long line of his throat and closing his eyes.
“You should be illegal,” Eddie whispered, before lips touched his skin.
Eddie’s fangs going in did hurt, like lightning down his nerves. He stiffened, clinging on to Eddie until he heard Eddie’s moan of pleasure and it felt like a switch flipping. The pain was still there, but he didn’t care as a rush ran through him like nothing he had ever felt before. It wasn’t like sex, but it was on the same level. He couldn’t think, at all.
How long it lasted he had no idea. It was as if his brain mostly switched off leaving only the pleasure centres firing until Eddie finally pulled away. He only barely noticed Eddie climbing down, just enough to let go and allow Eddie to settle on the floor.
“Steve, Stevie can you hear me?” Eddie asked.
He mumbled a reply and did his best to open his eyes.
“Hey,” Eddie said as he blinked blearily at him, “back with me?”
“Yes,” he said, although, as he said it, he realised his legs felt like wet pasta.
He couldn’t stop it as he slowly slid down the door.
“Woah there, Big Boy,” Eddie said, helping him to sit down. “You sure you’re okay?”
He nodded.
“Was a rush,” he said, glad his voice seemed to be working properly again, “just need to sit for a minute. Like after a long run.”
“Well you would know more about that than me,” Eddie said with a smile, “I’ve never done a long run in my life.”
“Liar,” he said, “saw you run in the Upside Down.”
“That doesn’t count,” was the amused reply. “How are you feeling now?”
“Kind of amazing,” he admitted and laughed.
He finally managed to focus properly on Eddie face.
“Um, you’ve got …” he said, pointing to the side of his own mouth.
The way Eddie’s tongue darted out made him want to surge forward for another round of kissing, but luckily for his dignity he wasn’t sure he had the coordination quite yet.
“How about you?” he asked. “How do you feel?”
“Like I just ate the best chocolate in the world and won the lottery at the same time,” Eddie told him, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. “I think you might have ruined me for anyone else, Stevie.”
“Good,” he replied and tried to turn his head. “Ow.”
His neck twinged. He brought his hand up to touch it gingerly.
“How does it look?” he asked.
“It’s already scabbed,” Eddie told him, touching gently next to his own fingers, “but if we go out there everyone is going to know what we’ve been doing.”
“Part of me kind of wants to show them off,” Steve admitted. “And part of me is scared shitless.”
“You and me both, Sweetheart,” Eddie said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Steve let Eddie help him to his feet and they used the sink to wash off his neck. The two red marks made him stop and stare in the mirror for a while. He’d never let a girl mark him up, it wasn’t usually his thing, but he liked seeing Eddie’s bite on his skin.
“Band-Aid?” Eddie asked, having found the first aid box under the sink.
He didn’t really want to, but Steve nodded. It was the only sensible thing, given that he had no idea how long the wounds would take to fully heal, and they needed protecting. He let Eddie put a large Band-Aid over both of the small holes.
“Want to stay when everyone else goes home?” he asked as Eddie fastened his bandana over the Band-Aid.
“If you can think of a really good excuse that won’t have Buckley trying to stake me through the heart, I’d love to,” Eddie replied.
“She’s going to kill both of us,” Steve realised as he finally thought things through. “After she’s congratulated me for getting my head out of my ass, but she’s still going to kill us.”
“Before or after she starts talking about rabies?” Eddie asked.
“Let’s hope before,” he replied, wincing.
Once Robin got onto the rabies track it took some serious shit to get her off it.
“How do you feel about coming out to the whole party?” he asked as he took the time to think things through.
“Will Hop shoot me?” Eddie asked with perfect seriousness.
“No,” Steve replied. “Joyce wouldn’t let him,” he added with a grin, because otherwise he was going to worry himself through the floor.
“You have a plan, I take it,” Eddie said.
He nodded.
“I think so,” he revealed. “What if we go out there pretending nothing happened, then let our paranoid friends figure out something did. When the shouting starts we can confess we were making out and you got a little over enthusiastic on a hickey because a fang accidentally extended, so we cleaned it up and tried to hide it.”
“Ah, a fake out hiding another fake out,” Eddie said with a nod. “You should play DnD, you’d be pretty good at it.”
“Numbers are not my thing,” he replied.
“Just bribe the good Lady Applejack to do that part for you,” Eddie told him.
“What with?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure she already owns my soul.”
“Did you sign in blood?” Eddie asked. “If you didn’t sign in blood, it’s not binding.”
“You tell Erica that,” Steve responded.
There was a banging on the bathroom door.
“Steve are you in there?”
It was Robin’s voice, of course it was.
“Guess we’re doing part of our confessing now then,” Eddie said quietly. “Just so I’m clear, are we boyfriends now?”
“I’d like that,” Steve replied, his heartbeat going way up.
“Good,” Eddie said and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Time to let your platonic soul mate in then because as soon as she gets the braincell she’s going to know anyway.”
Steve tried to be offended, he really did, but he just couldn’t manage it. There were too many other things to think about. With a deep breath he turned to the door. It was time to face the music.
The End
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley
Additional Tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, hunger, Need, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, steddieweek2023
Also on AO3
Summary:
Steve notices Eddie watching him, and it brings things he has been thinking about to a head. The only remaining question is, is he brave enough to take a chance?
Steve could feel Eddie’s eyes on him. It was like he could tell, even without looking that Eddie was staring at him. Every time he glanced over, Eddie looked away, but half a second too late. It was beginning to drive Steve crazy.
It had been months since Vecna. Henry Creel was very, very dead, thanks in part to all of them, but primarily due to El. They’d gone back into the Upside Down as a group, determined to end it before Henry could regather his strength. El had finished him off for good as the rest of them protected her from Vecna’s monsters.
One of the shocks of the aftermath had been finding a very confused, but alive Eddie Munson among Vecna’s dying army. He wasn’t quite the same as he had been, but Doctor Owens had been surprisingly helpful with that. Steve didn’t really understand the politics, but something to do with the final battle had put Owens back in charge.
Eddie was currently sitting under a large sunshade while the kids splashed around in the pool, the older adults took up the sun loungers, and those in the middle sat around the edge of the water with their feet in it. One of the things Eddie had picked up from the Upside Down was a dislike of too much heat. It wasn’t as bad as it had been for the Upside Down natives, but it was still noticeable.
Steve was glad Eddie had agreed to come to the party, but he was keeping an eye on him. Eddie did disappear into the airconditioned house every now and then, and always had an iced drink in his hand. The Indiana summer had to be something of a nightmare for someone with Eddie’s condition. That Eddie and Wayne now had a house with air conditioning themselves, thanks to the US government, was at least one plus in the situation.
When Eddie got up yet again and headed through the back door, Steve left Robin chatting to Jonathan and followed.
“You doing okay?” he asked when he walked into the kitchen to find Eddie with his head in the refrigerator.
“Oh hey, Stevie,” Eddie said, turning and giving him a grin, “yeah, just needed to cool off for a bit. I always hated the heat, now I really hate it.”
The nickname made something in Steve’s chest flutter. Apart from Robin occasionally using ‘Stevie’ it had mostly been thrown at him as an insult, a babying of his name to make him lesser, yet Eddie somehow managed to make it not like that at all. It made Steve wonder what it would be like to cross the distance between them and taste Eddie’s lips.
He’d found himself thinking a lot of things like that over the past couple of months. Several long talks with Robin had helped him come to terms with the fact he was not completely straight, but he still wasn’t sure how to label himself. He hadn’t been able to shake the fear his attachment to Eddie was trauma based. However, the way it wasn’t going away and seemed more to be deepening, was pointing him in the direction of thinking he was bisexual.
“Have Owens’ people come up with anything to help counter that yet?” he asked, wandering across the kitchen to lean against the counter.
“It’s better when I’ve just chowed down on one of the blood bags the government is so helpfully providing,” Eddie said with a shrug, “but I’m beginning to think there is nothing else they can do.”
Steve couldn’t help noticing the way Eddie’s eyes flicked to his neck and away again as they were talking.
That was the other hangup from the Upside Down. Eddie needed to regularly ingest blood. The scientists had tried transfusions for a while before Eddie had gone a little feral and simply ripped the bag off the hook and bitten into it. Dustin had been visiting at the time and had been very happy to tell everyone about Eddie’s awesome vampiric tendencies.
“Are you thirsty now?” Steve asked.
“Getting there,” Eddie admitted, staring at the floor. “I should go, the sun’s getting to me.”
“Is that why you keep staring at my neck?” Steve asked before Eddie could move.
The way Eddie went very still had Steve holding his breath.
“Sorry for creeping you out,” Eddie said without looking up.
“You didn’t,” he replied. “But I noticed, and you weren’t doing it to anyone else.”
Eddie laughed and it was not a happy sound.
“Fuck,” Steve heard him whisper under his breath.
“Guess I don’t do subtle,” Eddie said louder this time, finally lifting his gaze to look at Steve.
“Not one of your strong points,” Steve agreed.
Eddie sighed, looking away again, but clearly thinking hard about something.
“Do you know what bisexual means?” Eddie finally asked and Steve’s heart skipped a beat.
He nodded.
“Colour me surprised,” was Eddie’s response to that. “Well that’s me,” Eddie went on, “and, oh boy, do I have a type, and because the universe thinks it’s funny, that happens to be preppy cheerleaders or jocks.”
“So you …” Steve started to ask.
“Have had a crush on you since way before was good for me,” Eddie confessed, “and then you had to turn out to be a really nice guy which made it a thousand times worse. It was so bad I had to use Nancy like a shield, but then I come back from the dead and you and Nancy are definitely off the table, and not only that but I suddenly have this really insistent urge to bite you. I’ve been trying to deal with it, but clearly I’m not doing so well, and it just keeps getting worse.”
“Maybe that’s my fault,” Steve said.
“I know you’re sometimes a self-sacrificial hazard,” Eddie replied, “but how, exactly could that be your fault?”
“Because me too,” he replied.
Eddie frowned.
“You too, what?”
“Me too, bisexual,” Steve said plainly, “and me too, crushing on you. Took me a while to figure it out, but then everyone knows I’m slow. Hence, maybe your urge is getting worse because you’re sensitive to that now.”
Eddie blinked, but otherwise did not move or speak for some time.
“You’re not slow,” wasn’t really what Steve expected Eddie to say next, “you just process things differently from the prodigies splashing around in your pool.”
“My old teachers would beg to differ,” he pointed out, even though the conversation was diverting weirdly.
“Yeah, because Hawkins high is known for understanding anyone outside the most normie of the norm,” Eddie said.
Even as Eddie was speaking, Steve saw his hands twitch.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Adjusting,” Eddie replied, in something of a strained tone. “Kind of blowing my mind here, Stevie, and maybe my control too.”
That was all he needed to make his decision, and Steve walked across the room and took Eddie’s hand.
“Come on,” he said, “anyone could walk in here.”
Eddie made a pathetic whimper of a sound but did not resist as Steve led him out of the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom.
“What … what ...?” Eddie tried to ask, but he seemed to be struggling with words.
“Can I kiss you?” Steve asked, looking directly into Eddie’s deep brown eyes.
Eddie nodded, slowly but deliberately. Steve didn’t hesitate. Before he could second guess himself he crowded into Eddie’s personal space, leaning in and tilting his head until his lips met Eddie’s. For a second Eddie did not respond. Steve could feel the other man tensing like a taught bow string.
“Holy shit this is really happening,” Eddie muttered against his mouth and then his back hit the door as Eddie literally leapt at him, winding strong legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
He wound his arms around Eddie, adjusting his stance for the extra weight and sank into the kiss as Eddie joined in whole heartedly. If Steve had had any doubts left, they fled as he lost himself in the taste and feel of lips and tongue and fingers in his hair. When Eddie finally broke away, kissing down his jaw and onto his neck, he put his head back and enjoyed it.
As Eddie buried his face in Steve’s neck and moaned, trembling in his arms, he knew exactly what Eddie needed.
“Do it,” he said.
“I could hurt you,” Eddie whined into his shoulder.
“You couldn’t,” he replied. “We’ve both been there when Dustin goes on about your vampire tendencies, everything Owens’ people have helped you figure out. Your teeth are razor sharp when extended and your saliva heals. We both know Dustin’s gonna end up with a Nobel Prize some day for figuring out how that works.”
Eddie laughed into his shoulder, finally pulling back and looking him in the face.
“You really want me to..?” Eddie asked.
“Hell yes,” he replied.
He wasn’t sure where his own need came from, but he felt desperate. Now that he had been permitted something, he wanted everything he was allowed.
“Please,” he added.
Eddie opened his mouth, letting Steve see the deadly, extended fangs. One last test. Steve stared for a few seconds, unable to tear his eyes away until he put his head back against the door, exposing the long line of his throat and closing his eyes.
“You should be illegal,” Eddie whispered, before lips touched his skin.
Eddie’s fangs going in did hurt, like lightning down his nerves. He stiffened, clinging on to Eddie until he heard Eddie’s moan of pleasure and it felt like a switch flipping. The pain was still there, but he didn’t care as a rush ran through him like nothing he had ever felt before. It wasn’t like sex, but it was on the same level. He couldn’t think, at all.
How long it lasted he had no idea. It was as if his brain mostly switched off leaving only the pleasure centres firing until Eddie finally pulled away. He only barely noticed Eddie climbing down, just enough to let go and allow Eddie to settle on the floor.
“Steve, Stevie can you hear me?” Eddie asked.
He mumbled a reply and did his best to open his eyes.
“Hey,” Eddie said as he blinked blearily at him, “back with me?”
“Yes,” he said, although, as he said it, he realised his legs felt like wet pasta.
He couldn’t stop it as he slowly slid down the door.
“Woah there, Big Boy,” Eddie said, helping him to sit down. “You sure you’re okay?”
He nodded.
“Was a rush,” he said, glad his voice seemed to be working properly again, “just need to sit for a minute. Like after a long run.”
“Well you would know more about that than me,” Eddie said with a smile, “I’ve never done a long run in my life.”
“Liar,” he said, “saw you run in the Upside Down.”
“That doesn’t count,” was the amused reply. “How are you feeling now?”
“Kind of amazing,” he admitted and laughed.
He finally managed to focus properly on Eddie face.
“Um, you’ve got …” he said, pointing to the side of his own mouth.
The way Eddie’s tongue darted out made him want to surge forward for another round of kissing, but luckily for his dignity he wasn’t sure he had the coordination quite yet.
“How about you?” he asked. “How do you feel?”
“Like I just ate the best chocolate in the world and won the lottery at the same time,” Eddie told him, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. “I think you might have ruined me for anyone else, Stevie.”
“Good,” he replied and tried to turn his head. “Ow.”
His neck twinged. He brought his hand up to touch it gingerly.
“How does it look?” he asked.
“It’s already scabbed,” Eddie told him, touching gently next to his own fingers, “but if we go out there everyone is going to know what we’ve been doing.”
“Part of me kind of wants to show them off,” Steve admitted. “And part of me is scared shitless.”
“You and me both, Sweetheart,” Eddie said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Steve let Eddie help him to his feet and they used the sink to wash off his neck. The two red marks made him stop and stare in the mirror for a while. He’d never let a girl mark him up, it wasn’t usually his thing, but he liked seeing Eddie’s bite on his skin.
“Band-Aid?” Eddie asked, having found the first aid box under the sink.
He didn’t really want to, but Steve nodded. It was the only sensible thing, given that he had no idea how long the wounds would take to fully heal, and they needed protecting. He let Eddie put a large Band-Aid over both of the small holes.
“Want to stay when everyone else goes home?” he asked as Eddie fastened his bandana over the Band-Aid.
“If you can think of a really good excuse that won’t have Buckley trying to stake me through the heart, I’d love to,” Eddie replied.
“She’s going to kill both of us,” Steve realised as he finally thought things through. “After she’s congratulated me for getting my head out of my ass, but she’s still going to kill us.”
“Before or after she starts talking about rabies?” Eddie asked.
“Let’s hope before,” he replied, wincing.
Once Robin got onto the rabies track it took some serious shit to get her off it.
“How do you feel about coming out to the whole party?” he asked as he took the time to think things through.
“Will Hop shoot me?” Eddie asked with perfect seriousness.
“No,” Steve replied. “Joyce wouldn’t let him,” he added with a grin, because otherwise he was going to worry himself through the floor.
“You have a plan, I take it,” Eddie said.
He nodded.
“I think so,” he revealed. “What if we go out there pretending nothing happened, then let our paranoid friends figure out something did. When the shouting starts we can confess we were making out and you got a little over enthusiastic on a hickey because a fang accidentally extended, so we cleaned it up and tried to hide it.”
“Ah, a fake out hiding another fake out,” Eddie said with a nod. “You should play DnD, you’d be pretty good at it.”
“Numbers are not my thing,” he replied.
“Just bribe the good Lady Applejack to do that part for you,” Eddie told him.
“What with?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure she already owns my soul.”
“Did you sign in blood?” Eddie asked. “If you didn’t sign in blood, it’s not binding.”
“You tell Erica that,” Steve responded.
There was a banging on the bathroom door.
“Steve are you in there?”
It was Robin’s voice, of course it was.
“Guess we’re doing part of our confessing now then,” Eddie said quietly. “Just so I’m clear, are we boyfriends now?”
“I’d like that,” Steve replied, his heartbeat going way up.
“Good,” Eddie said and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Time to let your platonic soul mate in then because as soon as she gets the braincell she’s going to know anyway.”
Steve tried to be offended, he really did, but he just couldn’t manage it. There were too many other things to think about. With a deep breath he turned to the door. It was time to face the music.
The End
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