#will i ever stop writing vampire steddie fics? prob not

[aidaronan]

You, Like Me

Rated M || Tags & Warnings: Blood, Internalized Homophobia, Vampires For @steddiemicrofic's July prompt: Pool It started with a pool of vomit and ended with a pool of blood.

"When?" Eddie asked, staring at Steve with brown-red eyes in the pits of hell.

"Yesterday." Steve figured he didn't really have to describe it, but he did anyway. The cold sweat, the nausea, the way the bites had burned and itched so much he thought he'd have to claw his fucking skin off to make it stop. "Hit me last night that if I…"

Eddie's mouth twitched. "Sweet of you to think of me, Steve."

"I came to get you."

"Oh, did you now?" Eddie looked ragged, clothes shredded on his slight body, bites standing out in shades of mottled pink, already looking like years-old scars. Steve's hands itched to see if they felt like his own.

"Do you remember Jeremy Tompkins' grad party?"

"Oh I remember. Do you know that was Corroded's first ever paying gig? We got a cool twenty bucks from Mommy Tompkins to cover gas for the van." Eddie's faced softened a bit, wistfulness smoothing the sharp edges before falling away and leaving behind marble in its place. "Your point?"

"I've known I had a thing for guys forever. I kept pretending I didn't, telling myself I was imagining it, telling myself it didn't matter anyway because what the hell could I do about it, right?"

Eddie tilted his head in a way that was distinctly inhuman. "I think I like where this is headed, Steve."

"I stood in the back that night and pretended I didn't care. But I watched you. I watched the way your hand wrapped around that shitty mic. I watched the way you rolled your hips into your guitar."

"Keep going."

"I wanted you. I think that's why I hated you when you started hanging around, not because of some stupid, uh, repression or whatever. But because it was easier to pretend to hate you than to admit I wanted your mouth on my neck."

"You can't say the words 'mouth on my neck' anymore, Steve." And even standing several feet away, Steve could feel Eddie's eyes boring into the skin of his throat. Fair. His own eyes had been doing the same to Eddie's since he'd spotted him.

"Better if we try it on each other than risk it being someone else."

"Touche." A beat, then a slowly-growing smirk. "Okay then, Stevie. Come get it."

In another life, Steve would have--could have--resisted. In this one, he couldn't, didn't. He closed the distance, sinking his teeth in, blood pooling in his mouth and in the hollow of Eddie's clavicle.

It tasted of iron and salt and the sweetest relief.