The Devil of Hawkins || Stranger Things

Chapter 3: Scars

"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."