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dame-zoom-a-lot · 2 months ago

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The scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 3 Prompts: rough | lingerie | aftercare | sneaking around Tags: Talon Kink, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Monster Eddie Munson, Lingerie, Rough Sex, Insecure Eddie Munson, The Upside Down, Under-negotiated Kink, Graphic depictions of violence Beta: @stervrucht Wordcount: 6.3k Rated E Inspired by: @aidaronan's Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes, and In the Woods Somewhere Ao3 Link

“Funny how Eddie can hear everything for miles, but needs you to say this specific thing to get him to show up,” Wayne says as he watches Steve take off his shoes and socks.

“I’m pretty sure he’s just making fun of me sir.” Steve wades into the ice cold water of Lover’s Lake. Wayne chuckles.

“Eddie the banished, prit...thee? Bless these plebians with your presence once more,” Steve chants as he wiggles his toes in the water. It’s very important, apparently, that he gets his toe vibrations just right. Then they wait. This is the hardest part. Steve and Wayne don’t make a sound, afraid they’ll miss Eddie when he surfaces, terrified that this might be the night when he stops coming back.

“Come on Harrington. You can give me more feelings than that .”

Steve exhales. Eddie breaches the water, grinning at them. His hair is even wilder and thicker now. He comes out of the water and shakes off like a dog, spraying water everywhere. He’s wearing nothing but swim shorts he pillaged from somewhere in the Upside Down. Wayne throws him a towel to wipe himself off before he joins them on the picnic blanket right up against the shorelines. Eddie keeps both feet in the water as usual. The three of them settle into the typical dinner-time conversations about sports, the kids, and the restoration effort at Hawkins.

“Dustin’s threatening to go rogue,” Steve says, skipping a stone across the lake. “He’s got it in his little head that he can help guard the portal. Because the last time I left the two of you by yourselves went so well.”

“He’s not giving you a hard time is he?” Eddie asks, “or there’s going to be mimics in his future.”

“Eddie, the kid just misses you,” Wayne admonishes. He inhales sharply. “I know I keep asking. But… you sure you need to do this?”

“Uncle Wayne, I keep telling you. I’m the scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins. I’ll be fine .”

Wayne shrugs and switches the topic back to baseball. Eddie sighs and lays across Steve’s lap so Steve can play with his hair. Eddie’s hair has layers now. The top is kind of rough and oily. The second layer is gloriously soft and downy. Eddie’s body is also covered in this soft downy pelt except for the patches of scar tissue, which are hairless. Steve likes rubbing over them, likes the variety in sensation. Good thing Eddie likes it too.

Too soon, it’s time for Wayne to leave for his night shift. He pulls Eddie into their daily hug. “You’ll be here tomorrow,” Wayne states.

“Absolutely. That’s a promise.”

Eddie and Steve wave at Wayne until his truck disappears over the horizon. Eddie settles his head back on Steve’s thighs, purring as Steve cards through his hair and rubs along his chest, occasionally tweaking his lone nipple. Eddie gradually inches himself up to lick at Steve’s happy trail, stretching a leg out so he can leave at least one foot submerged in the lake so he’d sense it if anything got through the portal under Lover’s Lake. Even in this moment, Eddie can’t truly relax. Steve wants to take Eddie’s place. He wants to take his nail bat to the portal and smash it to pieces. He settles for sucking on Eddie’s ear instead.

“Ugh, Harrington, let me say hi properly ,” Eddie says, tugging at Steve’s polo.

Steve laughs and tugs his shirt off. He reaches into Eddie’s swim shorts. From a distance, Eddie almost looks like his old self. The soft down covering his entire body is skin colored. The most visible changes are his feet and hands. His hands got thicker, kind of gnarly. Razor sharp talons grow from all his fingers, too tough to clip off or grind smoother. They’d tried. His feet are longer now. The fur ends at the ankles, and is replaced by scales instead. The same scales are scattered throughout Eddie’s body, barely hidden by the velvety fur. Eddie’s scales are sensitive to everything. Steve’s already made Eddie cum before just by muttering sweet words directly onto the scales.

Today feels like a handjob day though. Eddie shivers as Steve strokes along the length, twisting a little. Steve wonders how it would feel in his mouth, up his ass. Sometimes, when Eddie is really worked up, he’ll curl his fingers involuntarily until his talons meet Steve’s skin. It reminds Steve of the night at the boathouse, of the cracked bottle at his throat, of getting pushed up against the wall, of the way Eddie stared at him. Brown eyes wide.

For now though, this is all Eddie is comfortable with. With Eddie’s long hair, and with his feet submerged in Lover’s Lake, they could pass as your everyday teenagers stealing a little smooch at the end of the world.

Eddie pulls away from sucking on every inch of Steve’s chest. “You ok?” He asks, frowning.

“What? Yeah? Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you have this faraway look, like a third-time widow wondering when the life insurance check is coming in,” Eddie says. He sighs and hides behind his hair. “We have been doing the same song and dance for a while… Am I boring you?”

“No, no. Eds. You know you’re not.”

“Then spill? Or I’m going to have to obsess over this all day Steve. It’s not like there’s a lot of distractions down there. There I’ll be, watching the portal to make sure nothing gets through. But in a half-assed and mopey way because I’ll be thinking ‘oh no, am I boring my hot boyfriend with my weak-ass dick game?’ Then eventually, I’ll bring the mood down so badly that a Demogorgon will decide to check on me. And we’ll end up having a strong, unexpected connection that—”

“More like your dick game is too strong ,” Steve says, cutting Eddie off before he rambles further about Demogorgons and fucking.

“Aha! Flattery! Elaborate?” Eddie lays on his stomach next to Steve and puts his hands together so he could rest his perfect face on them. He flutters his lashes while looking up at Steve.

“God, you’re an ass .”

“Right? I’ve been told by reliable sources that it’s one of my most cherished traits.”

“I meant your actual physical ass you dork,” Steve says, attempting to slap said ass. But Eddie rolls out of the way with his now superhuman speed. Steve imagines Eddie rushing across some room at that speed with Steve gripped in his arms, unable to move.

Jesus fucking christ . It was a mistake letting Robin read out that weird novel to him.

“Ah, ah! No ass-cess until you tell me what’s wrong! Get it? Ass-cess?”

Steve’s not ready to say it yet. But this must be love. Because he hears that line and still snorts because it’s Eddie saying it.

“Ok! I was thinking about… about the boathouse.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s face crumples. He starts slinking back into the water. Steve jumps to hold Eddie in place.

“No! In a good way!” Steve babbles, terrified that Eddie might go underwater and never return. “It was terrifying, yeah, but in a really hot way. And Robin recently got a bunch of free monster erotica as a gag gift. We got really drunk and acted out a few to each other as a joke, and now I can’t fucking stop thinking about the time you pinned me at the boat house so I couldn’t… you know… move. You were standing so close, pinning me so hard. And I, fuck man, you could have kissed me, or… something.”

Eddie’s face is inscrutable. Steve mumbles the rest. “I’m sorry. This is all so stupid. I’ll get it out of my system soon. It was all just… very recent.”

“How many awakenings have you had because of me Harrington?” Eddie asks, grinning so smugly Steve can’t help but bend down low to kiss it away. Eddie smacks Steve’s exposed ass with his wet feet. Steve gasps. “What?! Your ass was up and wiggling! What was I supposed to do? Not smack it?”

“Ugh, now my pants are wet,” Steve says, wiggling on purpose this time. “Maybe I should take it off.”

“Maybe you should,” Eddie says, sitting up and getting closer to put his sharp talons around the waistband of Steve’s jeans. His breath hitches. Maybe tonight, tonight will finally be the night Eddie loses that infuriating self-control.

But Eddie stops himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters, putting his hands away. “Almost got carried away there.” He starts heading for the water. “I should get back. The portal’s not going to guard itself.”

“What if,” Steve wets his lips. They’re so dry. “What if I went down with you? And we could mess around a little near the portal?”

“Excuse me? Am I hallucinating? Did I just hear you ask to swim down to the Upside-Down with me Harrington ?” Eddie asks sharply.

“What if I did? Eddie, I get it. You can’t be seen, or get too distracted from guarding the portal. And ok! That’s all very noble and reasonable! But if we hook up by the portal, you’d be right there to react if anything tries to get through, and no government goon will see you and try to force you into their lab.”

“Steve Harrington! How the fuck did you keep yourself alive with your zero , absolute negative survival instincts?!”

“You’re the one constantly telling me that you’re the scariest thing on that side of Hawkins,” Steve says, arms crossed. “What? Was that all just talk?”

“You want these ,” Eddie waves his claws around, clacking them together, “near your balls . Are you insane ?”

“Yes,” Steve says defiantly. “Or do you not want these,” Steve waves his hands around a bit, mimicking Eddie, “around your balls? I’ve been jerking you off. You never planned to return the favor?”

“I could seriously hurt you,” Eddie whines.

“You won’t,” Steve says, leaning into Eddie’s space, stroking his face. “We’ve been fooling around for almost two weeks now and you’ve never even broken skin.”

“You said yourself that you’re just going through a monster phase because of those stupid books.”

“That was me being a coward and you know it,” Steve can hear the desperation in his voice. But he seems to be getting somewhere closer to getting Eddie’s dick up his mouth, or ass—Steve’s not picky.

Eddie throws a weird half-tantrum in sitting position. He splashes a bit as he flails his legs and feet. He’s got his head in his face, muttering something. But Steve can see Eddie’s cock fill out under the swim shorts. He’s getting somewhere. He knows it. Steve gets up and goes around Eddie to straddle his thighs, ignoring the ice cold water lapping at his feet and knees. Eddie whines and tugs at Steve’s hair, so torn. Steve should feel guilty about pushing at Eddie’s limits. And he probably will, later, in the privacy of his own bed. But for now…

Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s crotch. Rubs it hard. “Let me visit. We’ll have a whole dimension to ourselves. Pin me down. Put your claws on my neck so I can’t move . Stroke me wherever you want. Choke me. Make me take it. You’ll make me feel so good Eddie. I’ll be right where you want me, safe . Knock me around. Throw me somewhere. Take as long as you want. As short as you want. Open me up. Knock my legs apart. Keep them open for easy access. Use me. Play with me. However you want. Please. Make me be good for you,” Steve whispers into Eddie’s ear, really hoping that the random zine Robin lent him was right about the hanky code. This is going to be super awkward if the black fabric in Eddie’s back pocket had just been like… a fashion thing.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck ,” Eddie suddenly tags Steve into himself by the hair, hard. Steve gasps as the air gets knocked out of him. It feels even better than he’d imagined. Eddie stiffens, shuddering as he comes all over his swim shorts. Steve can finally feel his own jeans getting weighed down by the lake water. It’s going to be a really wet, uncomfortable drive back, but totally worth it.

“You freak,” Eddie says with a sheepish smile. “Alright, if you want it that bad. But promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?”

“Eddie. You know I can handle myself.”

“I thought I knew that. Sue me for not being so sure anymore,” Eddie says gesturing, “ Fuck man, you’ve like, made all my brain cells drain down to my balls or something.” Eddie chews his lips. Steve grins and Eddie swats at him, giggling. “Could you do me a favor?” Eddie asks, trying and failing to keep his tone light.

“Anything.”

Eddie squeaks. If his fur weren’t in the way, Steve’s pretty sure he’d be fiery red. “I’d really like it if you wore lingerie?” Eddie says, rapid-fire.

“I think I can make that happen. Yeah,” Steve says, trying to sound super casual and normal about this. At least one of them has to. “Might take me a few days though.”

“That’s perfect actually. I need to… get some stuff ready.” **********

The next few days go by in a blur. Eddie spends most of it thinking about Steve. Steve working at Family Video. Steve driving the kids around. Steve hanging out with Robin. Steve playing basketball in tiny shorts. Steve shopping for lingerie and trying it on. Steve touching himself with the lingerie on, fantasizing about Eddie, him, for some reason Eddie still can’t figure out. Eddie also spends, probably too much of it hunting for soft things to make his outpost more suitable for… horizontal action. He finds a house with a room that basically has a shrine to dildoes in one of his search. So he also spent most of his actual portal guarding time training his throat, bobbing the dildo in and out of his mouth like some fucked-up lollipop while glaring at the sky for signs of Demobat swarms.

It’s all wildly irresponsible. He’s already almost let five or so creatures through. But, in his defense, he only almost let them through. And what’s he supposed to do? Fuck Steve Harrington, love of his life (hasn’t told him yet, can’t scare him off) into the rough dirt of the upside down? Travesty.

Steve told him yesterday that he got nice panties and a bra, blushing from head to toe. If Eddie jerked off to that for hours while sucking down on his training dildo… well, that’s between him and the Demodog that almost slipped past him.

Steve shows up for their usual family dinner time with a flushed face and glossy lips. Eddie’s pretty sure Wayne knew something was up. He left for his shift a little earlier with the world’s worst wink. He’s going to buy Wayne like all the tickets to balls in various baskets if the apocalypse ever ends and Corroded Coffin manages to make it big.

They make out for a while at the shore of Lover’s Lake. It feels different this time–more heat, more desperation.

“Ok, I’m ready to go down,” Steve declares, pulling away. He turns to Eddie, still clothed in a muscle shirt and swim shorts. Eddie can see the outlines of something under the shirt. He begs his brain cells to stay in his head, at least for now. “Can you carry my bat for me?” Steve asks, handing Eddie his trusty nail bat.

“Actually, I had a better idea,” Eddie says. He’s planned this moment obsessively . Eddie picks Steve up in a fireman’s carry. Steve squeaks and points the nail head of the bat as far away from Eddie as possible. Cute, as if Eddie wouldn’t heal from anything in like a few hours or less. In Eddie’s mind, this moment was a lot more impressive, had a lot more… swan diving into the river like a graceful, ethereal mer-creature. But… they’re starting out from right at the shoreline as usual. So Eddie just walks in, carrying Steve. Judging by the thump thump thump of his heart, Steve doesn’t mind.

Eddie’s finally in his element once he’s in the water. Steve gasps when Eddie creates a water bubble around the both of them so they can breathe. “How did you think I was going back and forth?” Eddie asks, smiling.

“Didn’t think about it that much I guess,” Steve says, looking around the dark, still lake, then down to the bright glow of the portal below. “I thought you just swam as fast as you could from the portal to the surface. I mean, I’ve made that swim.”

“Right, but you were captain of the swim team and I can’t remember the last gym class I didn’t skip. I appreciate your faith in me though. Alas, I’m a cheat and a fraud.” Eddie clutches Steve deeper into his chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah, perfect,” Steve says, snuggling into Eddie with a contented sigh. Steve Harrington is going to kill him. Of cuteness. Eddie clears his throat and forces his dick to get a grip. He’s got a plan . He takes the time to give Steve a tour of the lake, of all the underwater rock formations he’s managed to find, of the beavers he’s managed to make friends with. In a perfect world… Well, in a perfect world, Eddie wouldn’t be this half-seal, half-reptile, half-human monster (yes, he knows the math is off) stuck guarding a portal to hell to make sure nothing goes through. But in a less imperfect world, Eddie would be able to maintain the air bubble long enough for them to fuck underwater, so Steve wouldn’t have to settle for the grim dark of the upside down. Too soon, Eddie has to take Steve into the hell dimension.

Eddie tries to hide his nerves when he leads Steve into his sad little outpost, freshly cleaned and decorated. Steve looks around. He doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“I was worried you’d be slumming it,” Steve says, running a hand over a Metallica banner and some basketball jersey Eddie had managed to find. “I’m glad you had time to decorate.”

Eddie decides not to tell Steve that it was just bare dirt before the last few days. He was too busy obsessively watching the portal, making sure nothing would get through, because the alternative would have been thinking about stuff and then he would have lost his mind.

“So,” Steve turns around, licking his lips. It’s so shiny, plush, and pretty. Eddie grabs Steve by his stupid muscle shirt and shoves him into the wall where he’s nailed on some gym mats. Steve moves easily. Eddie still cradles the back of Steve’s head, just in case.

Steve’s heart beats faster. He looks at Eddie, eyes wide and dark.

To be totally honest, that moment in the boathouse was not something Eddie had ever fantasized about. Sure, the general concept of Steve Harrington, pinned in place, free for him to ravish and tear to pieces (metaphorically) then to piece back together with soft words and softer hands? Eddie’s onboard. So onboard. But getting found by a gang of people who were mostly strangers to him right after he watched Chrissy break apart midair, then finding out that he’d been living above a hell dimension the entire time which no one had the courtesy of warning him about?

No, not sexy. The epitome of anti-sexy. Honestly, Eddie would have been offended by Steve’s boathouse fantasies if they hadn’t been packaged in such a pretty man and delivered so sweetly. Besides, he had more important things to worry about than Steve’s lusting over their shared trauma. Not accidentally slashing his pretty face for one thing.

And being able to rewrite the memory of that terrible night with right now , with this view of Steve squirming, looking at him with excitement and trust so deep Eddie feels like he might drown, is actually healing. Who needs therapy when you’ve got a Steve under your arms?

Steve twists his neck, not to get away from Eddie’s claw at his throat, but to extend it so he could give Eddie more room to latch onto. Eddie uncradles Steve’s head so he could free a hand to drag it over the muscle shirt. The fabric tears easily, melts apart under the sharp talons.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie growls, pushing Steve harder into the wall with his forearm while continuing to shred at Steve’s shirt. “It’s awfully late. And you’re awfully alone.”

“Looking…” Steve pants. It’s kind of terrifying how easily Eddie can cut Steve’s clothes away. There’s lace underneath. Eddie can barely hear Steve over his own heartbeat. He finally uncovers Steve’s lingerie. Jesus H Christ . Eddie was expecting like, a bra and panties from Macy’s. Steve is wearing some skimpy, lacy underwear version of a blue sailor’s uniform. There’s a lacy collar at his neck that meet in the middle to draw a wavy line down to his belly. That wavy line expands into a sort of see-through waistband that wrap tightly around Steve’s perfect belly and accentuates his happy trail. Steve’s tits are exposed, highlighted by the long line that connects the collar to the waistband . Eddie can feel how wide his mouth dropped open. Steve blushes all the way down to his belly and squirms.

“Looking for?” Eddie asks when he finally gets his words back. He’s got to get Steve’s stupid swim shorts off him. He kind of loves this. It’s like unwrapping a present. But he also kind of hates this because the present is right here and he still has to unwrap it before he can play with it.

“You,” Steve says. Eddie rips Steve’s boxers away in one slash. Steve is wearing a blue, nautical g-string underneath. The lace was not meant to hold dick and balls, especially not one that’s hard and leaking already. The fabric strains. Eddie can see Steve’s whole ass, beautifully accentuated by the blue and white lace. Eddie swallows so he doesn’t drool on Steve like a lunatic.

Steve whines and bucks his hips, looking for friction and finding nothing but air. Eddie shoves a leg against Steve’s crotch to give him something to rub off against. He can feel Steve’s pre-cum on his thigh. “This,” Steve whispers, grinding slowly, “please.”

For the millionth time, Eddie cusses out the upside-down in his head, this time for giving him fuck-off talons and not, you know, more arms to hold Steve Harrington with. Eddie lowers his hands to lift Steve up away from the wall by the ass, cupping the perfect cheeks lined perfectly in the perfect soft lace. He throws Steve into the queen mattress with the nice sheets Eddie had found in Upside-Down Loch Nora. Steve giggles as he lands.

Eddie pounces. Steve grabs Eddie into a bear hug and pulls him closer when Eddie hesitates at the noise Steve made when Eddie landed on him. They giggle as they wrestle to be the one on top. Eddie accidentally grazes Steve’s skin. Steve closes his eyes and moans. By the time Eddie ends up on top of Steve, with Steve’s arms pinned down as Eddie straddles Steve’s hips, Steve is a keening, scratched up mess. He squirms while Eddie does a quick check to make sure nothing is actually bleeding, just marked up.

“Fuck, Steve. You look…” Eddie searches for the right word, “like mine. Like I should carve my name into you.” Shit! Not those words.

But Steve doesn’t flinch at the weirdness. He keens and bucks his hips instead.

Eddie figures he might as well keep pushing while he’s ahead. “Like, right… here,” Eddie says, tracing his name over Steve’s chest through Steve’s boob window. Steve thrusts his torso into Eddie’s claw, and Eddie very nearly actually stabs him. Eddie reaches down to spank the top of Steve’s thigh, hard, taking a moment to appreciate the bloom of red. “Stop trying to stab yourself Harrington.”

“Maybe I’ll stop trying to stab myself if you stop stalling ,” Steve grunts, bucking his hips. Eddie feels like he’s riding one of those mechanical bulls. “Come on. Open me up.”

Eddie spanks Steve one more time and gets off of Steve, keeping one hand on that gorgeous chest. “I was going to. But since you’re being such a brat about it, you can open yourself up.”

“Aww, Eddie,” Steve pouts.

Eddie crosses his arms and puts on his best evil smirk. Steve… wouldn’t have thought there was a chance in hell Eddie was going to put his claws anywhere near Steve’s rim right? Steve sits up and looks at Eddie, pleading.

“Alright sweetheart. Just because you’re so pretty, I’ll lend you a tongue, ok?” Eddie manhandles Steve down onto all fours. “Start opening yourself up love, and I’ll lick into you at the same time.”

“Oh, oh yes. Fuck yes. That’s perfect.” Steve lubes up his hand and reaches behind to finger himself open, slow and teasing at first, trying to give Eddie a show, then faster as he loses himself. Eddie tests the limits of how far his tongue can reach, pokes around, tries to find the prostate. His tongue isn’t quite long enough, but Steve seems to enjoy it nonetheless. Steve keeps pushing himself back onto Eddie’s tongue. Eddie’s pretty sure he could come from just this, the feeling of Steve fucking himself on his fingers and Eddie’s tongue.

But Steve pulls away after working up to three fingers. “I’m ready now.”

“Baby, you think my dick’s that small?”

“I’m looking at it,” Steve says with a grin, grabbing Eddie’s dick to pull it down and giggling as it bounces back to standing. “Besides, my hand’s cramping.”

“Alright, alright. Princess ,” Eddie knocks Steve down on all fours again and licks his rim just for fun. Steve mewls. “Any—”

“Yeah yeah daddy , anything hurts even a little bit, I tell you to pull out immediately. I get it . Now. Please !”

Eddie spanks Steve again then slowly eases his way in.

Holy shit.

This is only the second time Eddie’s done this. The first time was in a rush in some dark bathroom in Indy before all the…monster stuff happened. They had to break apart before either of them managed to finish because the smell and cold tiles kept killing their boners. Doing this with someone he trusts, on soft, clean-ish sheets in the privacy of the outpost, being able to see Steve sway and gasp, seeing the way Steve’s whole body vibrates…

Eddie slams in and out harder than he intended, lost in the sensation. He slows himself down. This is Steve’s first time. He should go slow and gentle. Make love and all that. But Steve is moving faster now, fucking himself into Eddie, wailing. Eddie lets himself relax, focus on the hot tightness of Steve Harrington around him, on the grunts, moans and cries they’re making, on the sound of skin slapping on skin. He’s so close. He’s not sure Steve can come from this though. He really should ask. See if Steve wants a hand around his cock. But words are hard.

Something heads towards the portal. Some things.

Eddie pulls out. His balls scream in protest.

“What—” Steve mutters, looking back at Eddie, open mouthed, eyes glassy. “Did you—”

“Stay right here . Do not leave the bed,” Eddie feels like he’s yelling. Steve nods.

Eddie rushes out towards the portal where a fucking Demogorgon already has half a leg through. Eddie jumps on it from about 30 yards away, latching onto its neck as he lands. They fall backwards away from the portal. Eddie ignores the pain blooming across his back when he slams into the ground. He claws the Demogorgon open. He’s never been this furious. All his stabs are landing with more power than necessary. Meat and juice fly everywhere. He’s being stupid. They tend to travel in packs. He’s going to burn himself out. But he’s hopped up on so much adrenaline and pain and fury that he can’t help but waste time and energy shredding this one monster into pieces.

Behind him, he hears the familiar nightmarish flutter of wings. A Demobat swarm, trying to rush out through the portal. Images of Dustin getting shredded the way he did flits across his mind. Eddie untwists that new knot at the back of his throat and he feels himself… open.

Eddie remembers the first time he managed to do this. He’d fretted for weeks, trying to figure out where the monster ended and himself began. He got over it eventually, especially after Steve found him guarding the portal at Lover’s Lake. But it never feels great. He feels his body split into multiple pieces, turn into one giant mouth really, lined with layers and layers of teeth. Some scientist somewhere could probably tell him how all this makes sense. For now, he uses whatever the fuck his body is doing to launch his split-open body at the demobat swarm, swallowing most of them whole. He can feel some stray ones biting, trying to chew at what parts of him they can reach, trying to get past him through the portal. He feels his claws connect with most of them. Damn, he might have to go hunting for a few in the lake as well.

Somewhere, someone’s screaming. Eddie feels a woosh of air near his side. Eddie closes himself up, taking the Demobat swarm inside him to go… somewhere. Steve is right next to him, raising the bat again high over his head to sink it back into a Demodog. His underwear is gone because Eddie took it off, probably, or maybe cut it off. He’s still wearing the blue and white sailor corset with the nip windows. Steve twirls his bat then runs after another Demodog, the competent bastard. The dog launches itself at Steve and Steve just… bats it so hard it flies ten feet away until it lands on the ground, twitching. Eddie positions himself behind Steve. They stand back to back. Two more Demodogs circle them, head cocked. Steve roars and they back away carefully until they’re about 40 yards away. Then they turn tail and scamper off as fast as they can. Steve sinks to the ground, panting.

Eddie stands, unsure what to do. Steve definitely saw his secret, the way his entire body opens up into some fucked up flesh mouth monster. Eddie hasn’t even seen what he looks like when he’s in that state. Should he leave? Will Steve even want to be friends after this? His stupid dick continues to bob hopefully. Eddie begs it to please read the room .

Steve knee walks over to Eddie, ignoring the way the rough dirt of the Upside Down digs into his legs. Eddie lowers himself down so Steve can collapse onto him. They clutch each other. Eddie wants to cry. He spent all that effort so Steve wouldn’t have to get Upside Down gunk on him and it was all for nothing.

“How are you still hard?” Steve interrupts Eddie’s spiral with a giggle, poking at Eddie’s boner.

“I don’t know man. Rage? Eldritch powers?” Eddie says, clutching Steve harder into himself. He wants to pretend, for as long as possible, that Steve Harrington still wants him.

“I can take care of that,” Steve says.

“What?!”

Steve does this weird thing with his lips that Eddie thinks is supposed to be seductive. It’s awkward and adorable. Eddie has never been more confused in his life.

“Oh are you not… in the mood anymore?” Steve asks, folding into himself a little. “Sorry, I’m still kind of hopped on adrenaline. I should have been thinking…”

“No, of course, I’m… in some type of mood. But you still want to? After you saw the whole…” Eddie finally lets go of Steve to make a big flower opening type of gesture.

“I mean, yeah? That was cool. But what does that have to do with like, anything?”

“I told you to stay put !” Eddie sputters, mind reeling, trying to latch onto anything that might justify the spiral of self-hatred and sense of rejection he’s still feeling right now for no reason apparently.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If I stayed put, you’d be Demo-kibble by now asshole . You’re welcome .”

“Well usually I’m not that distracted and pissed off!” Eddie can’t believe this. He thought Steve would be scrambling to get as far away from him as possible so he can help El close the damn portal with Eddie on the other side.

The actual Steve scoffs and pushes Eddie down to the ground. “Shut up,” he mutters. Steve knocks Eddie’s legs open and starts lowering himself down on Eddie’s still hard cock. “Tell me no,” he whispers.

Eddie doesn’t think he could say no if Steve was coming at his dick with a car compactor.

It takes about three rounds of Steve Harrington bobbing up and down on his dick before Eddie finally catches on that he’s not having some weird Demo-bat induced hallucination. Steve still wants him. Cared about the whole ‘body-opening-into-some-monstrous-eldritch-dimension-entryway-full-of-teeth’ situation so little that he hadn’t even noticed that Eddie was self-concious. Once Eddie’s stupid brain catches up, he finally notices how Steve’s breath flutters just right, how much of a vision he is as he bounces up and down, eyes closed. Eddie grabs at Steve’s waist, careful not to scratch him, but desperate to feel even more of his boyfriend. Steve smiles, leans down to kiss him, deep and messy. Eddie comes almost immediately at that. Steve giggles into his mouth then lazily pulls off.

“You didn’t finish,” Eddie says, distraught. Steve’s dick bobs, kind of sadly, as Steve walks over to his bat.

“I don’t even care man. I feel like I’ve been fucked like, all the way through.” Steve says.

That won’t do. Eddie throws Steve over his shoulder and sprints back to the outpost, savoring the thump thump thump of Steve’s heart and his little gasp. Steve squeals when Eddie dumps him on the mattress again.

“Steve,” Eddie says, stroking Steve’s hair. It’s messed up, sweaty, and limp. It’s perfect. “I think I might get eaten by Demobats again if I don’t suck you off right now.”

“How does that even—” Eddie cuts Steve off by sucking down his entire dick in one swoop. Steve gasps and accidentally bucks hard into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie ignores Steve’s whispered apology and pulls him tighter onto his throat, telegraphing him to fuck into it. He’s not going to let all his prep go to waste. Eddie grabs Steve’s hands and forces them onto his mess of curls. Steve grips his hair and it feels so good that Eddie nearly loses his rhythm. His mind goes pleasantly fuzzy as he sucks harder, as Steve fucks into his mouth as instructed, hands tight around on his hair.

“Shit, Eddie, I’m, ah, gonna,” Steve shifts and tries to pull out. Eddie grips Steve’s hip and holds him firmly, accidentally nicking Steve with a claw. Steve, the gorgeous, perfect, beautiful, pain slut (apparently), cums with a shout right down Eddie’s throat. Eddie swallows then licks up and down Steve’s taint and torso before he throws himself down next to Steve.

“That was,” Steve pants, “the weirdest, most violent sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

Oh no.

“Sorry,” Eddie mutters. “I really… I wanted to make this nice. I should have waited…”

“No! You jackass. Ugh, I can’t word right now.” Steve shifts to collapse on top of Eddie like the world’s most gorgeous blanket. “This was hot . I’m going to replay this over and over again to the point it’ll be a problem hot. You’re incredible.” Steve grins at Eddie. Eddie grins back. Steve peers down at the sharp gravel and dirt embedded everywhere around his legs and winces. “We should do this again, but… maybe not directly on the ground next time.”

“And whose fault was that ?” Eddie asks, laughing. He can feel the itch of a road rash on his back. But he knows it’ll heal by tomorrow. He just needs to not scratch.

“Yours,” Steve says petulantly, leaning down to suck on a scale by Eddie’s hipbone. “How dare you tear into those things right in front of me. How else was I supposed to react?”

“You say that after you bit off a Demobat’s head in front of me. Then took out those dogs with your bat, dicks out, balls swinging, just twirling that stupid bat like it’s your arm.” Eddie pulls Steve up over his chest. They lay there for a while longer.

“We could… see more of each other like that,” Steve eventually says, so quietly that Eddie almost misses it.

“What?”

“I could stay with you. You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t have to fight alone like this. What if I wasn’t here today?” Steve sounds pissed. Eddie strokes up and down Steve’s back. He needs to phrase this right.

“Steve. You don’t heal like me. We have no idea what the air down here would do to you.”

“So what? I keep doing this? Waiting for you top-side, worrying that you might not come back up one day? Leave you here to risk your life by yourself?”

It does sound pretty bad when Steve puts it that way. But.

“Yes. Wait for me top-side,” Steve starts to protest. Eddie grips him closer and Steve trails off with a choked whine. “Listen. You, the geniuses, Hopper, Nancy, El , all the most capable, badass people I know are looking to close this portal. We’ll get that round two against Vecna. We’ll close the stupid thing. And I’ll be free to terrify the good Christian folks of Hawkins yet again. This isn’t permanent. I’m going to survive this. I’m going to come back to you. Over and over and over again. Please. Trust me?”

“I’m going to woo you so hard when you’re back,” Steve murmurs, pressing harder into Eddie.

“You will . That’s a promise.”

#steddie smutty september

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