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To say living life with a vampire alter-ego was an adjustment is an understatement.
Having finally graduated from Hawkins High in the summer of ‘86, name cleared of any charges associated with Chrissy’s tragic death, Eddie went on to start working with the local mechanic during the day, and learning the tricks of the trade as a tattoo apprentice at night and on the weekends.
This left him precious little time with his beautiful, sweet, wonderful girlfriend, who understood his schedule.
Unlike the bloodsucker he now shares his body with.
I do not understand why we have to spend so much time away from her, Kas grumbles one evening as Eddie sweeps the floor of the tattoo parlor.
It’s 7 p.m. on a Sunday and the shop is, thankfully, closed early, but Eddie still has tasks to finish up. Kas has been getting antsy since being away from you. It appears that two days is his threshold.
I need to make money, Kas, Eddie replies. The constant internal dialogue is a strange phenomenon to get used to, but he’s grateful he doesn’t have to reply out loud. He couldn’t imagine the looks he’d get talking to himself. As if people in this town needed any other reasons to think he’s a satanic devil worshipper.
But she doesn’t spend her time doing these tasks. Does she not need money?
She’s in school. Because she’s smart.
So you’re admitting you’re an idiot?
Eddie pauses, glaring at nothing. Shut the fuck up.
Kas’s dark laughter echoes through his head. He tunes him out for the rest of his closing process. He waves goodbye to Jett, the grisly old shop owner that only communicates in grunts, before heading out to his van. He’s excited to get the chance to see you. Since you don’t have classes on Monday and the shop closes early, plus he doesn’t have to be at the auto shop until noon on Mondays, he gets to spend some solid, uninterrupted time with you.
Starting with dinner.
He picks up a large pizza, half meat lovers and half Hawaiian, on the way to your apartment building near the community college. Having spent over a month in the Upside Down on the Kas Diet of blood and flesh, the return to human food has been a blessed relief.
Kas, on the other hand, disagrees. So, Eddie compromises. The vampire still wants flesh? He can have pepperoni, sausage, and bacon. And he can live with it.
Eddie pulls up to the apartment complex ten minutes later and ascends the stairs with his pizza, overnight bag, and two bottles of Coke. He tries the knob to your apartment, letting himself in through the unlocked door.
“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out. He smiles brightly when you peek your head around the corner of the kitchen with a matching grin. “You gotta stop leaving your door unlocked. That’s dangerous.”
“It’s just Hawkins, Eds. We already defeated an otherworldly monster, what’s the worst that can happen?” You reply, padding towards him dressed in your flannel pajamas, bare feet sinking into the brown carpet.
Kas groans. Why must she be like this?
Eddie chuckles, passing the pizza to you with a kiss. “Kas agrees with me.”
“A shocking plot twist,” you quip, taking the pizza box and bringing it over to your two person table. Your apartment isn’t much - a little one bedroom, one bathroom with a small kitchen and combination living and dining area. But it’s 600 square feet of all yours, where you don’t have to worry about your parents barging into your room when you’re with your boyfriend.
As an added bonus, Vickie, Robin, and Steve all share a three bedroom apartment on the floor below you. Robin and Vickie started classes at Hawkins Community College at the same time as you, and Steve is still trying to figure out what to do with his life while he works at Family Video but was desperate to not be under his dad's roof anymore. You’re often over there to do your homework, since Robin is in the same gen-ed classes with you.
You flop down into a chair and flip the box open, giving a happy little shake of your shoulders as you behold the delicious delicacy of bread and cheese. Forgoing a plate, you pick up a slice and munch into it. Eddie joins you at the table, smirk playing at his lips.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were happier to see the pizza than you are to see me,” he says, reaching for his own slice.
“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have the pizza without you.” You take another large bite as he sputters indignantly. “How was work?”
“Good. Jett had me setting up the workstations for the clients today, so I got to learn that. Kas complained all day about not seeing you.”
“Aw, it’s like he likes me or something.”
Tell her I love her, and that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into her delicate flesh for a taste of her sweet, delicious blood, Kas says.
Eddie chokes on his bite of food. Dude, no blood talk at the dinner table, please.
“Did he say something about my blood again?” You ask innocently. Eddie nods.
“Unfortunately.” The two of you pick up another slice each. “How was your day of sweet, sweet freedom.”
“Pretty boring. I just cleaned up a bit. Visited Steve at Family Video to get a movie for us to watch tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? What’d you pick?” Eddie asks.
“ Fright Night ,” you tell him with a shit eating grin. He rolls his eyes.
“Another vampire movie? Really? When are you going to give the joke up?”
“When I run out of vampire movies, obviously.”
You finish your dinner in companionable silence. When you’re done eating, Eddie cleans up the empty box and soda bottles while you settle in on your couch and load the VHS into the player, making sure it's rewound to the beginning. Eddie settles in beside you, tossing a crochet throw blanket over your laps as he pulls you to his chest with an arm around your shoulders.
“Missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You bury your face further into his chest and inhale Eddie’s scent of laundry detergent and cigarette smoke.
“Missed you, more,” you reply. You lift your head to look at him and one of his warm palms touches your cheek to pull your lips to his. It’s a sweet, chaste kiss.
Until it’s not.
The movie begins, but neither of you are paying attention, too wrapped in each other to care. Eddie’s large hands roam over your body, giving attention to every inch he can reach, while your own are buried in his curly hair. He’s hauled you into his lap, the hard length of him pressing against your sensitive core as your hips move over him with a mind of their own.
His hands slide beneath your shirt, trailing up until they’re cupping your bare breasts. He hums, smiling into the kiss.
“No bra, huh?” He asks.
“Nope,” you reply, lips popping. He laughs, but his fingers grasp one nipple roughly and tug. You gasp, hands grasping his shoulders as you fight the need to pull away from the sensation. “Shit.”
“Mmm, you’re sensitive tonight, huh?” He taunts. His once blunt nails turn to sharp points, claws dragging gently across your back and making you shiver.
He and Kas have started to master an in-between state - where it’s not all Eddie with you, but not all Kas either. Like this, Kas can feel your flesh beneath his own hands, though Eddie’s still in control.
Eddie stands, your legs wrapped around his hips, and turns to deposit you on the couch where he’d been sitting. He drops to his knees, pushing your legs apart, and you catch a glimpse of his claws, deep wrapped around your thighs.
Your core clenches in anticipation. Eddie and Kas both love themselves a feast - Kas in more ways than one.
“Am I gonna find you’re not wearing panties, either, when I pull these down?” He asks from between your legs. You give a little shrug.
He huffs a laugh before dragging a thumb through your folds, pressing the fabric of your pants through your lips. “Mm, doesn’t seem there are any, huh?”
You keep quiet as he tugs your sleep pants off, gaze dark as he keeps his eyes trained on your pussy. He groans, shuffling closer and dipping his head forward to lightly run his tongue through your wetness. Your back arches at the contact, a moan escaping as you bring a hand to his head to steady yourself.
“Open your eyes,” his rough voice demands. You obey, looking down at him. “That’s it, princess.”
He starts up a slow rhythm, full laps of his tongue followed by light circles over your clit. It’s torture, a slow build where your pleasure is syrupy and thick.
When his tongue dips into your entrance, you can feel the shift. It’s Kas with you now, black eyes peering up at you between your thighs, the dark shadow of his wings pressed close to his back.
They’ve gotten a lot more graceful at the shift. Windows are no longer collateral damage, thankfully.
Kas continues to spear his tongue inside of you while his thumb circles your clit. While Eddie is all about a slow build, Kas has a penchant for trying to drag your pleasure out of you as fast as possible, and as many times as he can.
“My darling,” he growls, before his thumb is replaced by his lips sucking your clit. Those sharp teeth graze your sensitive nub and with a shout of Kas’s name, you’re coming against his mouth.
He works you through the aftershocks, and when he crawls up your body, pressing a kiss to your lips that tastes like you, the air shifts again.
Eddie pulls back, standing and maneuvering your boneless body to where you’re kneeling on the cushions, legs spread wide and your body supported with your forearms on the back of the couch.
The clink of his belt and jeans falling away sounds behind you. You wiggle your hips in anticipation, earning you a sharp slap to one cheek that makes you gasp.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, dragging his fingers through your wetness and using it to slide his hand over his cock.
“Mhm,” you mumble. His hand reaches into your hair, tugging your head back.
“As much as I love you cock-dumb, I’m going to need you to use your words.”
Your mouth goes dry at his tone. “Yes, Eddie.”
“Good girl,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before letting your head drop back down as he presses inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
You moan in reply, and Eddie’s hips pump against you, smooth strokes out with a rough slap of his hips against yours every time he bottoms out. Your fingers curl painfully into the couch cushions as pounds into you mercilessly.
When your tummy starts to tighten, a hand wraps around your throat, bowing your back and bringing your upper body up until you’re pressed against his chest. He trails his nose along your neck, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your shoulder.
“Kas,” you moan, knowing full well who’s behind you now, the press of that flared base against your entrance unmistakable. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, soak my cock, pretty girl,” he growls, right before biting down roughly into your neck.
You can feel the pull of his mouth as he takes your blood, the heat of his tongue against the wounds he’s inflicted. It should hurt, but it’s exactly what you needed to fall into the abyss, your body tightening against his.
He presses tightly to you without pushing you over his knot. His cock pulses into your heat, spilling into you with abandon and making you shudder against his hold.
He removes himself from your back, tugging your limp body into his lap. He plays with your hair as you catch your breath.
He presses a kiss to your lips and holds your gaze for a moment, black eyes seeming brighter as he smiles at you. “You are exquisite.”
“Right back atcha,” you quip. He laughs, whispering a goodbye against your temple as Eddie emerges.
“Love you, princess,” he says. You smile up at him.
“Love you, too.”
Your cuddling is interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by Steve’s voice calling out your name. You scramble to pull your pants back on, nearly tripping over yourself as Eddie hips around trying to get his jeans back on before you open the door.
You’re breathless, but dressed, when you tug the door open to Steve standing outside your apartment.
“Robin and Vickie kicked me out to have a date night, can I bum on your couch for a bit?” He asks. His brow furrows as he looks at you. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”
Your hand flies to your neck to cover what you’re sure is a mouth shaped, though rapidly healing, wound. “Oh, yeah, it’s—“
“Harrington!” Eddie calls, saving you from your bumbling explanation. He stands beside you, opening the door wider. “What’s up, man?”
He eyes you both suspiciously, seeming to catalog your disheveled clothes and messy hair. With a sigh, he turns around.
“You know what? Nevermind. I’ll go see if Dustin’s home,” he calls out with a wave. “You two have a good night!”
You dissolve into giggles as Eddie stares after him, confused. “What’d I do?”
“Nothing, sweetheart. Let’s go finish that movie,” you tell him, ushering him back inside and shutting the door.
You hope Steve forgets about the mark on your collarbone before the next time you see him.
For his own sake.