Scars. (009)

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(Author's Note; woah, two chapters in a DAY? 🤭 mentions of sc@rs, b1t3s, nsfw, internalized h0m0phob1@, d3@th, bl00d, m*rd3r, & sl*rs. enjoy your read.<3)

April 8th, Tuesday, 1986. Steve Harrington's House.
11:02 PM.

It was the same day, late at night & dark out as the street lights lit up the neighborhood & town. Steve was in his dark bedroom, laying under Eddie & softly snoring.

The sheets were all wrinkled, one or two pillows scattered around the bed. Eddie was still awake, laying on top of Steve's back like before. He was busy counting all the freckles on Steve's back, quite entertained.

His hands would rub up & down the sides of Steve's waist, against his scars every now & then. It would just make Steve squirm under him when he did those things. Eddie found it a little funny.

Eddie was still quite upset with him, but he couldn't stay off of Steve. He never could. His hands trailed down to the sides of Steve's waist again.

The younger man stirred awake at the feeling of Eddie's cold hands touching his rough scars on the sides of his body. He shivered at the contact & whimpered into the mattress, his voice muffled.

Eddie quietly apologized, "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Steve slowly nodded, yawning. He moved to turn to lay on his back, Eddie getting up for a second to let him.

Once Steve was laying on his back, Eddie laid back down onto Steve, keeping his hands on Steve's waist. "Why do you like my scars so much?" Steve asked, his voice hoarse.

Eddie only shrugged. "I mean- 's nice."

Steve kept his arms wrapped around Eddie, holding him close. "I hate you, by the way." Eddie randomly reminded him. Steve didn't say anything.

The younger man was trying to drift off to sleep again, but those words ran around his mind. 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate yo-'

Eddie shifted & started to softly kiss the long scar on Steve's neck, his lips grazing over the bites he made not too long ago. A light, high pitched gasp left Steve's lips at the feeling.

Eddie backed away a little. "Uhm, sorry." Steve shook his head a little, "Nah, it's fine." Steve muttered something but Eddie didn't hear him.

"Huh?" The vampire tilted his head. "It's nothing," Steve sighed, raking his fingers through Eddie's long hair & scratching his scalp.

The vampire wanted to know what he said though, so he kept begging Steve to let him know until he told him. "Tell meeee!" Eddie begged.

Steve kept refusing, Eddie sitting up & looking down at him, continuing to beg to know what Steve said. Soon enough, Steve finally gave in.

The younger man quietly mumbled what he said before. "I didn't hear you, H." Eddie said, laying back down & resting his head on Steve's slightly hairy chest.

"I said to keep going."

His lips slightly parted, surprised. He most definitely wasn't expecting that. But, he did as Steve said & lowered his head down to Steve's stomach.

Eddie started to kiss all over the scars the bats gave Steve, a few gasps leaving Steve's lips since he was a bit sensitive to the feeling. But, it was different in a way. He liked it, just not in a sexual way, y'know?

The vampire was fighting the urge to just bite Steve right here, right now, & feast on his blood. He moved back up to Steve's neck, continuing to softly kiss all the scars on him. He loved those scars so much.

Eddie's rough & cold hands rested on Steve's shoulders, one traveling up to Steve's face to caress his cheek. Steve has never been loved this way. He didn't even know if it was platonic or not.

The thing is, Eddie said he hated him earlier. It pained him so much, knowing that he wasn't exactly forgiven. But he deserved that pain, didn't he?

After hurting Eddie like that yesterday, that's what he gets in return. Pain. Pain that Eddie felt. His body started to feel all itchy & disgusting, a terrible feeling crawling up his skin at those thoughts.

He suddenly felt disgusting for letting this happen. For letting Eddie do this to him. He was calling himself all these awful names in his head as Eddie kissed him all over.

'You're such a fag, a queer. Why are you letting him do this to you? Why do you like it? Don't let him do this, you know you don't like it. You hate it. You're fucking disgusting.'

He felt sick to his stomach. "Eddie, stop-" Steve all of a sudden said. Eddie's lips left his skin & looked up at him. "You okay?"

Steve sighed & pursed his lips. He was on the verge of tears, but since it was dark, Eddie couldn't see that. And he was glad that he couldn't.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I went too far." Eddie apologized, getting off of Steve & laying down on the other side of him, near the edge of the bed as far as way as he possibly could be.

Steve immediately felt empty at the loss of the other's weight on top of him. He only hugged his arms & curled up into a ball. "No, you didn't do anything wrong.." Steve replied.

"It's not you at all, it's just- me. Me & my stupid thoughts."

Eddie nodded, as if Steve could see, even though Steve's back was turned to him & his back was turned to Steve. "I get that. It's hard, isn't it?"

Steve's bottom lip quivered, his head making it's way into his hands as he quietly sobbed into them. All Eddie could do was just lay there, knowing Steve didn't want to be touched right now.
Especially by him. By Eddie. The freak. The queer.

Eddie turned to look at Steve's bare back that shook with every sob. He couldn't do anything, could he? He was just kinda there. There as a blood sucking monster.

Steve wiped his tears & turned to look at Eddie, who was already facing him. He scooted closer to the vampire & looked into his dark, doe eyes.

He felt so safe, yet awful around Eddie. But, he couldn't tell him how he felt. He pushed his feelings down every time they rose to the surface, but he didn't want to accept them.

Eddie had to give him space, had to give him time. But maybe, that time would soon run out. Maybe they'll never get to be together. Gay marriage was illegal anyway, & they could be killed for even just dating each other.

They could never have that happy ending, could they?

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Word Count; 1086.

(A/N; mmm, actual angst for once 😍

sorry-)

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