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"You aren't stopping me, Harrington" Eddie's lips barely grazed over Steve's as he spoke.

"I know." Steve squeaked.

The feeling of Steve's lips plucking his like a guitar pick was more than he could handle. He leaned forward, finalizing the kiss. They both let out a small groan. Eddie placed his other hand on the back of Steve's neck, holding his head carefully, yet firmly. Eddie pulled away for a moment and looked at Steve; there was a look of longing on his face. An expression that Eddie was hoping for. He faintly smiled before pushing Steve's lips to his own, plunging his tongue between them. He could feel Steve tense below him before relaxing into it.

Steve's heart was beating rapidly as he apprehensively let Eddie do as he pleased. He didn't want him to leave again, and he didn't exactly hate the advances. A part of him felt that he should be grossed out by this, but that part faded gradually as his body started to react to Eddie's tongue twisting around his own.

Without breaking the kiss for more than half a second at a time, Eddie straddled Steve again. Tentatively, Steve placed a hand on Eddie's waist. He slid his hand under the shirt, the scars from the attack were healed better than his, but far deeper. He ran his fingers over the grooves as he gave in and let himself enjoy Eddie exploring his mouth. The gentle caress of Steve's touch caused Eddie to squirm, almost grind against him. Eddie moved a hand to Steve's waist, brushing over the healing bite wounds, the cold metal of his rings almost felt soothing on the tender skin. He could feel Steve's wince through his lips. He continued to move his hand to Steve's back, slightly lifting him off the bed as he pressed their chests together. Steve inhaled sharply as the cold leather of Eddie's jacket rubbed against his bare chest.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie's back for support. The hand that was under his shirt grazed over some extreme scars down Eddie's back. He ran his hand over it to get a better feel. Eddie broke the kiss with a hiss of pain. "Careful, those are tender," he winced.

Steve quickly removed his hand. "What are they?"

"My wings," Eddie said plainly, sitting up.

"Your what?!" Steve put an elbow down, lifting himself up in shock and disbelief.

"Yeah, my wings." He took off his jacket. "These would come off eventually anyway." He muttered, his shirt soon to follow.

Enough moonlight was coming in that Steve could see Eddie's sides and right arm were covered in deep scars. Scraps of tattoos could be seen under a couple. "Holy shit," Steve said airily, using his elbows to further elevate himself.

"I know, it's pretty crazy, right?" Eddie ran his hands over his own chest and hips.

"I thought mine were bad, but fuck." Steve sat up the rest of the way to get a better look at them.

"Those don't hurt anymore, they're just sensitive, almost ticklish." He slid a finger over a particularly large tear on his lower left abs.

Eddie watched lecherously as Steve lifted a hand and felt the deep grooves in Eddie's flesh. He mainly focused on a large patch that covered his left pec. A tattoo of a black widow on his collar was untouched by the scars, but below it, torn, was what looked like it was once a zombie face or similar. He ran his fingertips over where his nipple should have been. He continued to follow the deep scars down his side. Steve could feel the muscles pulse and flex with his touch. Eddie placed a hand under Steve's chin and lifted it, so they were looking at each other. Steve let Eddie guide him back to sitting straight. He leaned down and kissed him gently before asking, "Did you want to see the ones on my back?"

Steve looked up at him with a cocked brow. "Uh, yeah. And I want to see what the fuck you're talking about with the wing thing."

Eddie let out a light laugh as he dismounted Steve and turned around, sitting next to him. "What you felt earlier weren't literally my wings, they're more like the slots for them. I can't see them myself, so I have no clue what they look like." Once he was settled, Steve moved closer to get a better look at Eddie's back. There weren't many scars on his back, except for two long, deep grooves that spanned from the top of his shoulder blades to the small of his waist. The dim moonlight made it hard to see in detail, but from what he could see they looked like newly healing wounds. Steve reached forward and lightly touched one of them. He could feel the unfamiliar muscles twitch from the pain of the touch. Eddie winced and let out a small groan. "Yeah, they're still fresh."

"How are these wings?" Steve asked. He moved his hand off of the slit in Eddie's back and caressed the gouges on his side.

"Well, I'm not taking them out in here, but they fold into those." He rolled his shoulder blades, causing the slits to move and slightly gape. Steve watched them with morbid curiosity. Eddie turned around to face Steve, arms out in display. "So, what do you think of this grotesque body?"

"I mean, I wouldn't call it grotesque." Steve's eyes scanned over Eddie's body. "It's just covered in wounds, in the end, you look pretty much the same."

Eddie smiled and leaned in closer to Steve. "Does that mean it doesn't turn you off?"

The look of being caught covered Steve again. "N-no, but I don't know if it will necessarily turn me on either." He placed his hand on the back of his own neck. "Not that you're ugly!" he added quickly. "I'm just not convinced I'm into guys."

"You were getting pretty worked up there." Eddie leaned in with a playful smirk.

"Give me a break, it's been a while." Steve defended.

"Let's change that, shall we."

"Wai-" Before Steve could continue talking, his mouth was again occupied with Eddie's.

Eddie had one hand on Steve's neck, the other pressed firmly on the small of his back, pressing their bodies together. Eddie's bare chest felt cool against his. As much as Steve tried to not give in, he also didn't want to push Eddie away, and not just because he'd leave. There was a part of him that was slowly giving in to his desire. When Eddie deepened the kiss, a moan squeaked out of him. Something Eddie said earlier settled in his mind, 'what if it was a dream?'. Steve knew realistically that it couldn't be a dream, but what was the harm in letting it be treated as one? Between that thought and being pent-up, something snapped in him, and he gave in. He added his own force to the kiss, including wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck and leaning into him, getting a pleasantly surprised grunt.

Taking that as his cue to go a little further, Eddie gingerly slid his hand down the center of Steve's back, over his soft skin. He slipped his fingertips below the rim of Steve's boxers, taking in the feeling of his fingers pressing into the plush texture of his ass cheek. The sensation made Steve tense and unconsciously press their bodies closer. Eddie broke the kiss, surprised when Steve leaned into it to lengthen it by even a few milliseconds. A pleased smile settled on Eddie's face, and he pushed Steve back down onto his pillows, returning to straddling him. He kissed Steve briefly before continuing to peck down his chin and over his neck. His hands slid from the bedsheets to the wounds on Steve's sides. They were nowhere as deep as his own, but they were still prominent, the flesh was healing and obviously tender by the way Steve squirmed and hissed at their touch.

As he kissed down Steve's chest, he slid his hands under Steve's boxers, gently pushing them down his hips at the same pace. His hair swept over Steve's skin in the process. Steve groaned and gently gripped at the base of Eddie's neck, trying not to pull his hair. The part of Steve that was fighting the pleasure of Eddie's touch had all but given up. He was nervous about where this was going, but the anxiety added to the thrill. He found it odd to be on the receiving end of what he usually did. It hurt his pride to a degree, but he couldn't deny that it felt nice, and his dry spell made him even more desperate for Eddie to continue. He groaned at the sudden feeling of his boxers being removed.

The mood fell away and Eddie sat up, looking down at Steve. "Really?"

"What?" Steve said hazily.

"You clear-cut this," he pointed at Steve's groin. "But you keep that." His hand flicked to Steve's chest.

"The-"

"Let me guess," Eddie cut him off. "The chicks dig it?"

Steve weakly laughed, "Yeah."

"Well, me and 'the chicks' agree on something at least." He watched Steve squirm at his touch. "What was that about a guy not being able to make you hard?"

"Shut up." Steve groaned, digging his fingers into the bedsheets.

"Fine" Eddie said as he leaned down. "I'll use it for something else." Steve gripped the bed tighter.

Steve let out a series of moans as Eddie had his way with him. Either Eddie was a natural or guys just do it better. His technique was pretty much what he had always wished a chick would do. He knew the areas to focus on and how much pressure to apply. It was as if he was doing it himself.

Trying not to be over-eager, Eddie paced himself and took his time with every texture he could find. Every centimeter he paid attention to as if he was going to make a copy from memory. He gently pressed his hands against Steve's thighs, and tenderly gripped the supple flesh. He dragged his thumbs across it, feeling the soft skin. After one more light squeeze, he ran his hands up over Steve's chest.

Steve took a deep breath as Eddie's hands traversed every inch of his torso. Steve couldn't choose a single sensation to focus on, his attention clung to Eddie's rough hands on his skin. It was almost too much to handle. Every touch on his wounds sent a painful but not unpleasant sensation through him. He craved yet feared more stimulation. It didn't take him long before he felt like he could barely control his body.

The movement and increasing speed of his breath alerted Eddie to how close Steve was getting. He didn't want things to end so soon. Steve's sounds of his disappointment made Eddie smile slightly before he placed his lips on Steve's inner thigh. He applied a steadily increasing amount of suction.

Eddie pulled away, keeping the suction until Steve's supple flesh popped free from his mouth with a small jiggle. A small purple oval was left behind. He gave it a gentle kiss and a lick before moving himself back over Steve. His hands continued over Steve's sides and finally rested on the sheet beside him. Eddie settled his hips in alignment with Steve's.

In Steve's daze, he was surprised to look up and see that Eddie's eyes looked normal, the whites had returned, and his eyes were locked sharply on his own. A shiver shot through him. Eddie gripped Steve's hand and placed it on the buckle of his belt. Steve swallowed, knowing what was asked of him. His heart rate increased. Before, he was letting Eddie do everything, but if he did this it would be confirming that he wants it. But if he doesn't then Eddie will leave and not return. His pride wasn't worth it. The amount of pressure behind his zipper was visible. Fighting the intimidation, he bit his lip and brought his other hand to assist in removing his belt. His hands shook and fumbled with the metal buckle, making a faint clattering sound. Next, he focused on the button. While easier than the buckle, he still had trouble with it. His hands shook slightly more violently as he reached for the zipper.

Eddie's hand pushed Steve's chin up to look at him instead of the zipper. "Don't think too hard about it, just do it." Steve nodded and pulled the zipper down while maintaining eye contact with Eddie. Eddie smiled at him. "Good boy."

Steve contorted his face in offense, and Eddie snickered. He removed his pants the rest of the way on his own and returned to his straddled position. He dropped himself down to a couple of inches from Steve's face. "Hey stud," Eddie smirked. "You got any lotion or something, otherwise this might get a little friction-y."

Steve looked at him with a look of surprise, he nodded, "Yeah, in the top drawer." He gestured to his right.

Eddie looked over at the same end table he'd removed the bat from. "Perfect." He smiled at Steve before letting himself drop further, locking their lips together. This time, he could feel just how much his kiss affected Steve. He pushed his tongue through Steve's closed lips for the sole purpose of getting a stronger reaction, and was rewarded. Steve hesitantly placed his hands on either of Eddie's shoulders and gripped, careful not to touch the open gashes.

Eddie moved back looking down at Steve with a feral expression. He reached over and opened the drawer Steve motioned to. Inside, amidst condoms, was a small bottle of clear liquid with a pink label. He picked it up and looked at it, resituating himself over Steve. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Strawberry flavored? Really?" He moved the bottle to the side and stared at Steve with a look of judgment.

Steve looked away momentarily and shrugged.

"Whatever." Eddie bit one of his rings and slid it off, spitting it into his other hand. It was a visual that Steve never considered he'd like, but he was transfixed on watching Eddie remove his rings. Eddie did the same with his other three rings and set them on the end table before pouring a small amount of the lube onto his hand. He closed the bottle, set it next to his rings.

"Shit," Steve whispered. That was a new feeling.

Eddie placed his unused hand on Steve's chest. Steve reached up and grabbed a handful of Eddie's hair, pulling him into a deep kiss. Eddie was shocked by Steve being forward. Even if it was just him caught up in the moment, he wasn't going to fight it. He let Steve take the lead and delved himself into the kiss, moving the hand on his chest to the back of his head, threading his fingers in Steve's fine hair. Steve let out heavy breaths and loosened his grip on Eddie's hair.

He gently pushed Eddie away. "Wait, wait, wait," he pleaded. Realization fell over him, "Shit." He started to panic that Eddie was going to leave. "That wasn't rejection, it's just sensitive."

Eddie smirked. "I'm not going anywhere until you finish what we started."

A second realization fell over him. Now that his blood was slowly returning to its rightful place, the reality of the situation became clearer. He had just gotten off to a guy. He slowly lowered his eyes to their connected groins and felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun. At least when he was in the moment, he couldn't think straight, but now it's clear as day. It's not like he doesn't know how to handle one, he has one. But he's never handled someone else's.

"If you let it go soft, it will just make your job harder." Eddie pressed teasingly. "Not that I mind if you take your time."

Steve looked up at him with a scared and confused expression.

"Don't look at me like that. If you lasted longer than me, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Who's fault is that?" Steve muttered under his breath.

"I'll happily take the blame for that." His smirk was audible.

Shame fell over Steve, as he'd hoped he couldn't be heard. "Fine!" he said louder than he intended. He closed his eyes tightly and pushed Eddie to the side.

Eddie let himself fall as Steve suggested and laid on his back with his hands behind his head. He watched Steve expectantly with a smug smile. Steve reached over to his end table and grabbed a tissue, cleaning his own chest, before turning his attention to Eddie. He tossed the tissue aimlessly over the side of the bed.

Steve picked up a pillow and threw it at Eddie's face. "At least don't watch me."

Eddie laughed and lifted the pillow to look at him. "Aw, but I like watching you struggle."

He pushed the pillow harder onto Eddie's face. "No!"

"Fine," he playfully resigned as he relaxed his head back letting the pillow remain.

Steve looked at the spread of Eddie's body in front of him. Why does the moonlight have to be so strong right now? A bright beam from the window was cast across his bed, illuminating most of Eddie's chest all the way to his thighs. A scar patch he didn't notice before caught his eye, it was on the outside of his right thigh. The deep gouges were clear, clear enough that he could almost make out the individual tooth and claw marks. He ran a hand gently over it. Eddie's body twitched with the touch.

"This is almost kinky, like being blindfolded."

"Can you shut up!?" Steve demanded.

"I can't see, and now I can't talk either, so demanding." Eddie teased.

Steve hit the pillow, getting a small 'oof' from Eddie.

"Fine, fine. Just don't leave me hanging."

Steve turned his attention back to Eddie's body. The dark veins weren't exclusive to his face. They wove all over his body. [Full version on AO3]

Eddie's chest expanded as he took a deep breath, his ribs slightly protruding with the offset. He was definitely thinner than before. A curiosity fell over Steve, he wondered what it was like to give a blowjob. But he was too terrified to try. [Full version on AO3]

"I don't know if you're trying to jerk me off or just admiring it."

"I told you to shut up."

"Sorry." Eddie laughed.

"This isn't exactly easy for me."

"Okay, okay. I'll shut it."

[Full version on AO3] His stomach flipped as he lowered his face. Now he really felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun, and he was about to put it in his mouth.

Eddie let out a loud groan. Steve tried to ignore the sounds, but a part of him liked them. He loved the sounds women made for him, so why was this any different? He heard a faint "fuck" from Eddie. When he wasn't paying attention, he kind of enjoyed it, but it was fleeting and quickly oppressed by his overthinking.

Trying not to alert Steve, Eddie lifted the corner of the pillow to watch the exclusive sight of Steve Harrington. It was hotter than he expected. Steve's face was pink, so were his shoulders and ears. He wanted to reach his hand into Steve's hair, but didn't want to interrupt his fragile state.

Steve had his hands on Eddie's thighs to brace himself, his fingertips gently gripping into the scars. When his legs started to tense he knew Eddie was getting close. Eddie gripped the pillow tightly, trying to resist the urge to reach for Steve's head. [Full version on AO3]

Eddie's breath made its way to normal, and he removed the pillow from his face. When he looked at Steve, he froze at the sight of his cum on his cheek. He sat up and wiped it away with his thumb before pulling their faces together into another kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he let gravity pull them back to the bed, Steve on top of him. Steve was apprehensive at first, but after a second he let himself relax into it and place his hands on Eddie's sides.

"Not bad for your first try," Eddie said as he pulled away, his hand cradling the back of Steve's neck. He slid his other hand around his waist and pulled him in closer, going in for another kiss before Steve could reply. Steve slid his hands further behind him, gripping Eddies back as he deepened the kiss, getting groans of pain as his fingers nicked the wing gaps.

Eddie reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and looked out the window. "Shit." A sliver of dawn could be seen. He sighed and dropped his hands. "I should go."

Steve lifted himself up and looked down at Eddie, confused. "Why?"

Eddie smirked at him, and wrapped an arm around his waist again, pulling him in. "What, want a round two?"

Steve pushed himself out of Eddie's grip. "Never mind, go." Steve crawled himself off of Eddie.

Eddie laughed as he stole another kiss before getting up and beginning to gather his clothes.

"But seriously, why do you have to leave?" Steve watched him intently.

"What would you think if you saw," he threw Steve's boxers at his face, "a human flying through the air with bat wings in the middle of the day?"

Steve caught the boxers as they fell off his face. He shrugged and sighed. "You have a point." He slid his boxers on and stood to help Eddie gather his stuff. While at it, he put his bat back where it belongs.

"That's not going to do much if one of the Demobeasts comes for you." Eddie nodded to the bat as he stumbled putting his pants on.

"Maybe not, but it's been enough for me to get away in the past." He tossed Eddie his shirt and jacket.

"Fair enough." He let the tossed clothes fall to the floor at his feet while he buckled up his belt.

"Where are you going anyway?" Steve put on a shirt that was on the floor.

"Where else can I go?" He slid his shirt on. "Back to the Upside Down."

When Eddie bent over to pick up his jacket, Steve could see large tears where the gaps in his back were. The area around the holes had large dark stains on the white fabric. "Are you sure you don't want me to find a place for you here? That sounds dangerous."

Eddie put on his jacket, which also had large tears on the back, and sighed. "Well, it would be," When he turned to face Steve, his eyes had reverted to their solid black state. "but I'm one of them now."

Steve felt a brick in his chest at those words.

"To be honest, I don't know what will become of me." He looked out the window before turning back to Steve. "But at least for right now, it's better than being dead." He smiled at Steve and walked up to him. He placed a hand on Steve's cheek and wrapped the other gently around his waist. Steve reflexively tensed briefly. "I'll be back. I don't know when, but I will." He kissed Steve's lips tenderly. "You didn't reject me," he let out a relieved sigh, "and I can't express how happy that makes me." He kissed him again. "I want to stay here and go for a few more rounds," he smirked at Steve's intimidated face, "but I don't want to scare you away." He took a deep breath, said "fuck it" and stole one more kiss before heading to the window. He put a leg on the sill and looked back at Steve. Eddie stifled a smile when he noticed that Steve had put his shirt on inside out. "See ya." He leaped out the window and landed on the ground below like a cat.

Steve ran to the window to watch him. Eddie let out a sound that was a blend of a grunt and a scream as his massive wings unfolded viscerally from his back. They looked the same as the wings from the demobats. He ran and flapped them hard, lifting himself off the ground. It was both comical and nerve wracking watching him struggle in midair. He managed to make it over one roof before falling onto the next. Steve winced with the impact. He heard a distant "Shit" from him and watched him tuck his wings back in and hop off the roof, assuming he continued on foot. A few lights turned on in the house he landed on. Steve laughed as he walked his way back to his bed.

The events of the night were swimming in his mind and felt beyond surreal. He could still feel Eddie on his tongue as he fell back onto his bed. He removed his shirt, uncertain why he even put it on in the first place, and got under his covers, hoping to catch at least a little sleep before he had to get up. Steve closed his eyes for only a few seconds before they snapped back open with the full realization of the night's transgressions."What'd I just do?" he whispered before turning his face into his pillow and yelling "Fuck!" followed by a frustrated scream.