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“ -nd the string of recent murders crippling the town has risen once again as a fifth victim is found. Jason Carver was found by police on his regular route home after his parents alerted the authorities of his absence. This comes just one week after Mr. Carvers long term girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham, was found in a similar way at her-“
Steve shut the Family Video TV off. He’d heard it all already. If not from the news, then from Dustin with his non-stop theorising and ranting.
Murderer on the loose Steve, it’s so bad Steve, It’s up to us Steve.
Jesus, the kid needed to remember that there was actually a police force in this town and not every crime had to be solved by a ragtag group of kids.
Not that Steve particularly…wanted the killer to be found. But he wouldn’t tell the kid that even under duress. He hadn’t lost it enough to know that not everyone shared his thoughts, his worldview as of present.
There had been this loud, overpowering voice in his head since Starcourt. Telling him what he should do, how he could protect everyone.
He had thought he was losing it at first, but very quickly the overlapping and angry shrieks began to make sense. Began to sound correct.
Some people did deserve to die.
The people that hurt his friends, his family? Why should they get to walk around and live their lives? No one would miss them. Sure, people would pretend they did. Attend the funeral and offer a few tears just to say they had. But within a week the family will have moved and Hawkins will have moved on happier and healthier. It was simply…cutting off the infection. So no, Steve didn’t think the killer was doing anything wrong. In Steve's mind, the right people were dying.
Maybe the head trauma messed up some wires in his brain, but he likes to think of it as something being knocked into place. Like he could finally see clearly. Like he knew exactly what he should do to help everyone.
They had always been monster hunters. Who said monsters only come in one form?
And it was as he was re-shelving the new Halloween releases that an idea came to him. A potentially stupid but equally brilliant idea.
Why not just…Use the current murders as a cover?
This was a golden opportunity for him, really. He had no connection at all to the other murders, because he genuinely was not involved. No evidence, no one pointing the finger his way, no reason for anyone to even begin to consider his involvement.
So if another body happened to turn up, exactly the same victim profile and method of death…why would they start looking at him now?
All he had to do was make sure he left nothing behind, didn’t give anyone a reason to think of him in the same breath as the murders and it’d simply be swept aside as another kill from the elusive serial killer plaguing the town.
Maybe, before everything, the fact he could think like this would scare him. That he can plan an actual murder while nonchalantly stacking tapes, and one he plans to go through with should scare him.
But it just doesn’t. He’s seen scarier, lived through worse. That same voice whispers in his head and reminds him how much shit his kids have been through, how much Nancy and Robin and even Jonathan put up with all the time and all of his, admittedly already small, doubts vanish.
But who to pick?
This mysterious masked killer had already taken out a few of his top choices, minus Chrissy. He had to wonder what happened there, she had always seemed sweet to him. Maybe the killer knew her better.
Tommy was too obvious, too easy to link back to Steve. Plus he had to hand it to his ex-best friends, after high school they’d both kept to themselves. Hadn't ever given his kids shit, and he can hardly blame them for what they said about Nancy. He’d said the same.
There was a tiny voice, way down deep inside and much softer than the regular presence in his head, that told him it’s because he didn’t want them to die. That he still cared for them, that they weren’t bad people. That teenagers didn’t deserve to die for stupid things they said.
But, as usual, that voice was crammed to the back of his mind by an all consuming black cloud of anger.
Fuck that.
They did deserve to die. Most people in the shithole town deserved to die, even him. He should just bring it all down around him. Everyone was so noisy, always so loud and noisy. He could shut them up, make sure they could never do anything stupid again. Never be hurt again. They wouldn’t have to do any of that shit again or see each other hurt, he could just-
“Steve?”
His head shot up from where his closed eyes had been previously trained on the floor. His grip unclenching from a slightly cracked copy of ‘The Lost Boys’ he was supposed to be reshelving. And when he did open his eyes, they landed on Robin, a smile on her face dampened only by the look of confusion slowly sweeping across it.
And all at once it was like a bucket had been doused onto a raging fire in his head. The anger and flames sizzled out and left him feeling dizzy.
He did…he did scare himself, sometimes. Very rarely.
When the voice in his head seemed to lose sight of what it even wanted, when it begged him to take everyone down with him no matter who they were.
He didn’t want that . He didn’t want to hurt his friends, didn’t want to put out Robin’s glowing smile forever. And he was scared that one day he wouldn’t be able to remember that he’s doing all of this to help them.
But for now he was fine. And he knew what had to be done.
“Mornin’ Rob, your mom drop you off okay?” He made an exaggerated move to look past her into the parking lot, as if trying to catch a glimpse of her mom.
She slapped him on the shoulder while walking past to grab her uniform. “Ew, Steve, stop it! I make one joke about you having to move onto older women I swear to god-“
Steve laughed loudly and openly as he shielded himself from her batting hands. “She’s a lovely lady! Robin do not!- Tapes are off limits!” He managed to shriek out as she raised a double VHS box above her head to bring down on him, stopping only at the last second to instead make exaggerated explosion sound effects as she pretended to collide the box into him.
He loved her so much. He just needed to remember not to love her so much it hurts her.
But her appearance had given him exactly what he needed, his victim.
Under the laughter and goofy gestures Steve could see the bags under Robin’s eyes, the way she hunches in on herself more recently even if she doesn't notice. Some basketball players had been giving her shit. Mocking her from the bench during games, trying to ruin her rhythm during the band's time, throwing comments at her in the corridors. The usual highschool bully bullshit.
Problem is, their ring leader had been getting more aggressive. Andy had been cornering her more physically, getting into her space and trying to scare her.
Well, that just wasn't on, was it?
Someone should do something. Steve should do something.
Having been an ex-basketball loser himself, he knew Andy when he was still trying to make it off the bench. Knew him when he stumbled home shit-faced through the park to his house opposite Loch Nora.
Knew he was too stupid to change his route even with a killer on the loose.
And truly Steve couldn't ask for a better day to do this.
It was Halloween.
And tonight, he was going to get himself a little treat.
What murderers won’t tell you about crouching in a bush in a park at night, in late Autumn, is that it is miserable.
He was cold, he was wet and he wanted to get this over with so he could go to his and the kids Halloween party.
After The Halloween , the kids hadn’t been so keen on going out for it anymore. They hid it behind being ‘too old and mature’ (bullshit) but they all knew it was just a bit too much. Like how he and Robin couldn't stomach the fourth of July festivities anymore.
The point is he’d rather be anywhere but crouched in some still wet mud under a dying hedge. His black cloak kept getting stuck on branches and twigs as he tried to move to have better vision, a particularly pointy branch catching him just above the elbow and tearing a hole in the fabric.
“Oh for fuck sake…” He muttered to himself, inspecting the damage.
The other thing murderers won’t tell you about crouching in a bush in the park at night is that the only other people you’re going to come across are…other murderers.
People that assumed they would be the sole croucher for that particular bush.
People that usually aren’t too keen on not being the only ones in the bush.
People that have better practice than Steve at staying low, silent and alert in the bush.
Steve doesn’t realise this particular problem until it is quite literally at his neck.
One minute he’s muttering complaints to himself as his cloak gets caked in mud, the next a sharp blade is biting into his neck just under the plastic mask.
“Your mommy and daddy never tell you not to play in the woods at night?”
Steve really wanted to make a snarky comment about how they were in the park, not the woods, but he didn’t feel like that would land very well right now. Best not to be a bitch with a knife at your throat.
“You’re uh… Him , I assume?”
There’s a raspy attractive chuckle from behind him.
“Well, I wouldn’t quite compare myself to God himself but-”
“No! No I mean-”...He gasped slightly as the blade pushed closer at his exclamation. “The murderer. From the news.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
“What would you call it?”
Steve can practically hear the grin in the response of,
“Pest control.”
And despite himself, despite his very dangerous position, he laughed. His small shakes obviously push the blade just a bit deeper into his skin but he didn’t care.
“Wow, are you stupid enough to be laughing at me right now? Too many basketballs to the fuckin’ head Harrington?”
The man pulled the knife away slightly so he could shake Steve by the back of the neck mockingly.
Ah, so he knows me, Steve thinks.
“Not, ha, not laughing at you.” He tried to reassure, but the pressure on his neck was having a very weird effect on his thinking skills. He didn’t…totally dislike it. “Just…That’s what I was thinking of too.”
There was a long stretch of silence behind him before,
“You, Steve Harrington, were thinking of me killing fuckhead jocks as…pest control?”
“More monster hunting, but yours fits better.”
Steve can’t tell if the sharp intake of breath behind him is a good sign or not, but the grip on his neck does ease up. Not that he’s going to exploit that, he doesn't want to spook the guy.
“Are you fucking with me?” Ah, the knife is back. “Are you seriously mocking me right now?”
“I’m telling the truth, man. Check my belt.”
“How forward.”
“No, dude I-” Steve pushed his hip sideways slightly. “I bought stuff with me for it.”
Neither of them move for around a minute and Steve could feel himself getting more and more nervous. It did sound like he was setting a trap, but if he could get the guy to just look and see they are on the same side. They want the same thing, they have no reason to fight.
Eventually the figure sighed and moved the blade towards Steve’s chest to give himself more room to move before pushing his body up against his back which caused Steve to stop breathing for a second.
They were both on their knees in the mud, chest to back as the killer slowly moved Steve’s cloak out of the way from where it had bunched up around his thigh. And, fuck okay, the mans hand was lingering on his thigh for far too long.
Steve watched out of the bottom of his eyes as the frost bitten red hand ran its fingertips up and down his upper thigh lightly, too lightly, before laying flat and cupping the inside of his thigh.
“Hmm, I don’t know Harrington, can’t find anything.”
“It’s uh, higher.”
“Higher you say?” The grin was back but Steve was just glad of the mask to cover the deep red on his face as the hand immediately travelled up and up towards his-
“No I mean-!” He pushed back against the man, draping his head on the other’s shoulder slightly. “My…hip.”
The figure chuckled but followed his instructions, moving his wandering hand up to his utility belt which housed the knife and spare rope. The masked figure hummed slightly before pulling the blade loose.
Without the leather case to surround it, the man was able to rub the knife against Steve's thighs on the way out. Just gently caressing it from dangerously close to his slowly hardening dick down to his knee before pulling it from under the robe as Steve let out a deep breath of relief.
“See man? We’re cool.”
“We’re cool?”
“Yeah, yeah. Super cool.”
There’s a snort behind him that sounds familiar but distant in his memory.
“Well as long as Steve Harrington is fine with it…” The noise says in amusement, drawing out the name in a mocking tone.
It’s followed by the sound of the plastic mask falling to the floor, brown curly hair suddenly cascading down Steve’s shoulder from where the killer was leaning over him. And- Oh, the knife was back at his neck. But this time it was his knife. His expensive, shiny and unused knife that he stole from his dad’s office.
“If this is a trick Harrington, I’ll forget all about Andy and gut you here and now.”
And that gave Steve pause.
For some reason he had assumed the killer was here for him, maybe he saw Steve stumble into the park and thought it was a golden opportunity. But they were both hunting the same guy?
“I’m here for him too. Andy. He’s the only one stupid enough to still sue this park at night right now.”
That earned him a genuine laugh.
“That he is. Practically asking for it.”
Streve nodded the best he could, only serving to push their bodies closer together, the killer's breath coming out in clouds of cold air to the side of his face.
“We could help each other? I can…I can help you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Steve said it a lot more confidently than he felt, a knife at your throat will do that though. “He won’t expect anything from me, we ran in the same circles. I could lure him in. You’d have trouble taking on a jock by yourself.”
“Managed you just fine, didn’t I?” The knife pushed closer towards him as the killer gently brushed a few locks of Steve’s hair behind his ear. The contrast of the actions was doing something insane to his insides.
“I’m an ex-jock, dude. I work at Family Video. My legs pop whenever I stand up from the bottom shelf. Different class.”
There was a long, stretched moment of silence where Steve really hoped the guy was taking his words in and actually thinking about it. He had to know Steve was on his side by now. Why else would he be out stalking Andy with a knife?
Eventually there was a sigh behind him, and the knife was lowered. Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“If this goes wrong, I'll kill you. I don’t care how pretty you are.”
Ignoring that so he didn’t bend over for the guy immediately, Steve nodded.
“Can I…see you now?”
“Mhm, try not to look too disappointed though, you'll hurt my feelings.”
So Steve turned around.
The first thing he noticed was huge, brown button eyes staring back at him. The moonlight was dancing across them and creating little stars. Or maybe Steve was just really poetic when turned on, whatever.
The next was the curly hair that he had felt tickling against his neck previously hidden under the mask, the mask that had been hiding the unmistakable smirking face of the town freak. Eddie Munson.
Huh. Wow. That was…the most obvious option in the entire town. Almost too obvious, very on the nose. Yet, the name had never once occurred to him when trying to guess who the killer could be. He would have thought that would be where the town went first too, blame the easy target. The crazy satanic metalhead. But no one had even uttered his name.
But there he was in all his glory, knelt behind Steve in a long dark robe, a manic grin across his face.
Fuck. He was really hot.
“See something you like, sweetheart?”
Jesus, Steve’s knees were weak. No, actually weak. He could feel them failing under him, sending him spirally forward to plunge into the mud when two arms reached out and stopped his descent.
“Wow, I’ve got you falling for me already.”
“I uh.” Steve tried to speak through the frog in his throat. “I think the adrenaline wore out. You scared me real bad, Munson.”
“I am a murderer, Stevie. That’s the point.”
Stevie.
StevieStevieStevieStevie-
There was a disconnect between Steve and his body because one second he was hearing nothing but an error message while staring wide eyed at the man above him, and the next he was pressing their lips together..
Both of their lips were so cold, bitten red by the harsh air but immediately thawed by the warmth of the other's mouth. Eddie took no time in deepening the kiss, holding Steve’s jaw firmly as he controlled their movements. Steve couldn't see or feel anything other than Eddie and the warm tongue forcing its way around his mouth.
It felt like so long but nowhere near long enough when Eddie pulled away, leaving Steve panting and red in his arms.
“Jesus Steve, if you did that straight away we wouldn’t have had to do the whole knife song and dance.”
“I mean, I’m not complaining about the knife…”
A shocked but shit eating grin spread across Eddie’s face as he went to respond, but the drag of heavy footsteps around the connecting path drew their attention.
“Show time, what’s your plan?”
“Hey Andy! Little help here man?” He made sure the fabric was only draped across the twigs and not stuck incase things went south and he needed to jump away or help Eddie.
“Harrington? That you?” Andy yelled out as he approached him with slight caution which was more than Steve thought he was capable of. Maybe he does have a bit of critical thinking left. “Fuck are you doing on the floor?” Nevermind.
“Costume got snagged on the way past and I fell.” He shot him a sheepish look. “Think I drank too much at the party.”
‘The party’ being the one Andy himself was stumbling home from if the half opened beer in his hand was anything to go by. Of course, Steve had already known that. He didn’t think just jumping out on Andy would be enough since the adrenaline would probably push him to knock Steve on his ass. No, he needed the other jock drunk and stupid. He had beamed wide under his mask when Eddie had patted him on the back and said ‘nice thinking’ at that part of the plan. Pretending he himself didn’t think of that exact scenario too.
“Lemme…Lemme pull you up yeah, just gonna pull you up ‘n we’ll…” Andy doesn’t even try to finish his sentence, simply gave up half way through as he staggered towards Steve. His knees met the wet, mud soaked ground in a loud squelch from where he landed.
Perfect.
“Hey Andy?”
The other just makes a vague, blurry sound of acknowledgment as he reaches for Steve’s cloak on the branch.
“You forgot to say it.”
Confused and unfocused eyes glanced up at Steve from where his cold hands very easily tugged the fabric free from the branches. It’s hard to tell exactly what inside Andy’s slushy animal brain tipped him off to something about this whole situation being wrong but Steve could see the change in his eyes. The slight tensing of his shoulders and the panic seeping out of him as he clutched the black cloak in his hands.
“Say…Say what?”
“Trick or treat.”
There was only half a second for Andy to react and spin his head to the new voice before the knife was plunging into his head from above, but Steve would treasure the flash of terror in his eyes for the rest of his life. Would enjoy the fleeting pain on his face as his body caught up with what was happening.
For a moment, nobody moved. Eddie stayed leaning above them as Steve observed from his place on the floor. Andy remained completely still.
Until the first few drops of blood started to slowly drip down from his forehead, his eyes making one last pleading glance towards Steve who offered him a mocking look of sympathy before moving closer.
He could see Eddie watching him closely from above, mask tilted slightly in confusion. Cute.
The knife was deep, but was blocking most of the blood from escaping in one go, only allowing a few drops and streams to start flowing down the sides of his face.
Steve shushed Andy quietly as he approached, reaching a hand out to cup his jaw gently, as Andy started to make a wet and disgusting sound somewhere between a gag and a cough. Ribbons of blood dripped down from his lips at the action. The knife must have punctured something leading down to his nose and throat.
Steve pressed his forehead to Andy’s, snaking his free hand to the side of the jock's head to hold him close.
“It’s okay. You’re okay.” He rubbed his thumb soothingly on Andy’s cheek. Hard to tell if the other could even hear him, but his eyes were trained on Steve even in their shaky, wide state. Between the brain bleed and the choking, he must be in so much pain. “It’s okay. You can’t hurt Robin anymore.”
He grabbed hold of the knife's handle and pulled.
The blade would have likely come out much cleaner if not for Steve purposely bending it as it exited.
Almost immediately a large stream of blood cascaded down Andy’s head and subsequently Steve’s from where their foreheads were still pushed together. The warm liquid flowed through his hair and down his face, catching on the side of his mouth where it had turned up into a wild smile.
The only thing keeping Andy upright was Steve’s grasp on his head as the rest of his body went limp. Damn, he had fainted. Likely from blood loss, or pain. Steve really hoped it was from pain.
He only wished he could have seen the last bit of wasted life drain from his eyes, but there was always next time.
Steve let go of Andy’s head uncaringly and let his body fall into the mix of rain, mud and blood at their feet. It connected with a large ‘splash’ which only further aggravated the wound on his head. At this point it was practically a sea of red covering Andy’s entire face.
He let himself enjoy the sight for a few moments longer before turning his attention back to Eddie.
And for a split second Eddie was certain he saw a little tail wagging behind Steve. He looked like a puppy aiming for praise.
Murder aside, Eddie was a very weak man. Of course he caved immediately.
He rushed forward to Steve, getting down on one knee so he could comfortably take Steve’s blood wet face in his hands and pull him into a bruising kiss.
“So good, you did so good sweetheart.” He got out between kisses, the blood leaving a strong but not unwelcome taste in his mouth. “Did you get all dressed up in his blood for me? All for me?”
“All for you. Wanna do it all for you.” Steve whined out.
He had no idea why this feeling for Eddie inside was so all consuming, why it felt right. He’d hardly even spoken to the man before this.
He wasn’t sure what it was, but the voice in his head felt sated every time he touched Eddie. It was like a cold bucket of water being poured over the raging fire always under his skin. He craved that relief.
What he couldn't know was that Eddie was in the exact same position. A gnawing, painful ache always present in his head that seemed to dissipate more and more with every desperate touch from Steve. Something liked them together, something needed them together.
With a rough grasp Eddie yanked Steve down with him by the hair, forcing him back onto his knees in the mud, thighs spread and hands forward to stop himself falling over. Now he really looked like a dog, Eddie thought. He just needed a collar.
Anyone else would look at Eddie with caution as he reached for his belt, fresh blood still coating his hands and cloak, or wiseley wouldnt look at him at all and would simply leg it to safety. Well, assumed safety. He always caught up eventually, like with Jason. He thought he was safe after Eddie butchered his girlfriend.
It had been a shit night for Eddie, in all honesty. His main target got away and he ended up killing a sweet, innocent girl that he truly didn’t want to hurt. He had just been so…fired up. That screeching and aching voice in his head was baying for blood and unlike Eddie, it didn't care from whom it was spilled.
But her death was just a small hiccup to him truthfully, it even had its benefits. Like making Jason’s last week as miserable and soaked in terror as it could be.
He physically shook his head to dislodge the picture of Jason that had appeared, mind focusing back at the task at hand.
“You want to be good for me? My good puppy?”
Steve’s hips jumped forwards, grinding against nothing.
“ Jesus Christ… ” He whispered to himself under his breath. Well, that didn’t sound like an answer.
Eddie pulled Steve up by his blood soaked hair, roughly grasping his chin and holding him in place so he could stare into the others wide eyes.
“I asked you a fucking question, mutt.”
Steve nodded slightly around a breathless moan, that was all he could manage with the hands forcing his head to stay put at the painful angle.
When he still didn’t respond, dazed on the adrenaline of the kill and Eddie’s attention, a sharp pain blossomed across his face as his head turned sideways with the blow.
“Fuck!”
“Are you stupid or something?” Eddie shook him by the neck.
“No! I can be…I can be good I promise. I’ll-” It took him a few seconds to bring his head back in time with his body. He was embarrassed despite everything. There was just something about being made to say it outloud, admit this gnawing desire that was making Steve shiver. But that might have just been the cold night air on his reddening face. He hoped Eddie left a mark, maybe one of his rings would have cut his cheek. “I’ll be your puppy.”
A few small pats come down on the top of his head as Eddie mockingly rewards him for his efforts.
“See, you can behave. Maybe this will help.”
Eddie kept Steve steady and upright with the grip on his hair while he reached for his belt again. It really really shouldn't turn Steve on so much to see him undo it with one hand but with the state he was in, Eddie could probably stab him and he’d enjoy it.
Well, there's an idea…
If Eddie noticed Steve subtly trying to shake the idea from his mind to refocus then he didn’t say anything. Instead, he gently caressed the side of Steve’s face with his hand as Steve nuzzled into it, letting out a soft and content noise as Eddie’s fingers smoothed around the slowly drying blood of their kill. It’s almost cute enough for Eddie to reconsider being so rough. Almost.
“What we’re going to do sweetheart…” He starts, already weaving the belt back through the buckle. “Is make you a nice collar so we can train you up.”
Steve felt the cold comfort of the leather before he saw it, wet and hazy eyes trained solely on Eddie from where he looked down on him. A cruel, scratching noise came from above and Steve realised quickly that his staring had been noticed and Eddie was laughing in his face. That’s okay, Steve thought, his laugh was perfect.
By the time he had come back to himself slightly, there was a strong pressure around his neck where Eddie was pulling the belt to fit through a clasp, trapping it around Steve’s throat. It was tight, but not tight enough to hurt or cut off air, Eddie checked with two fingers between the material. He wouldn’t want to hurt his puppy before he asked for it. He wasn’t a monster.
He leaned back to admire his work. Eddie’s thin belt wrapped snugly around Steve’s neck just above his ripped and blood soaked cloak clearly already having an effect on Steve. The other boy was gasping and rutting against the air and Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet.
“One last thing…”
He reached slowly under Steve’s costume, making sure to brush up against his bulge only slightly and drawing a downright whine out of him. But he found what he was looking for quickly enough, the rope Steve had packed in case anything went wrong with Andy.
Aw, his boy was so well prepared.
“Can’t have a collar without a leash.” He stated while threading the rope through his buckle and tying it into a knot, giving it a strong pull to check its strength.
Sure enough, Steve went tumbling forward and onto his elbows to prevent himself from face planting into the path. His costume cloak was draped down his sides, having ridden up with all the movements. He was about to sit up again to kneel for Eddie when he felt a palm against his back, not pushing but he could feel the threat behind the gentle touch. He was to stay put on all fours.
With his command clearly being obeyed, Eddie ran a gentle hand through Steve’s hair, scratching slightly as if there were fluffy little ears poking up through the strands.
“There’s my good boy.”
Steve preened under the praise, wiggling his ass slightly as if wagging a tail. He didn’t even mean to, it was an involuntary movement. He really, really liked not having to think so much. Just letting his body do whatever it wanted even if it was supposed to be embarrassing, he just wanted to let go for a bit.
Which is why he didn’t resist the pull from his leash that dragged him towards Eddie, or more specifically towards his leaking cock that he was pulling out of the soft sweatpants that had been pushed down his thighs.
Fuck. Steve had never been…presented was probably the right word, with another man’s dick before. Not for lack of wanting, just weren’t many options in Hawkins. But face to face with it, wrapped in Eddie’s hand as he lazily rubbed his thumb up and down the side of his admittedly long dick, Steve knew he had been missing out. And that he was going to love this.
He didn’t even need more coaxing, just let his mouth fall open and his tongue fall to the bottom, reaching just past his lips as he waited for Eddie to use him however he wanted.
“You waiting for permission?” Eddie smirks down at him, hand speeding up at the sight of Steve ready and waiting.
His question received a small nod, wide and trusting eyes clouded with lust looking up at him from under blood wet hair.
“Then go ahead beautiful.”
Eddie doesn’t know where he got the strength to not collapse the second Steve wrapped his lips around his dick. Any normal man’s knees would have buckled from the sight alone and he wasn’t far off honestly, having to bite at his bottom lip to muffle the downright pornographic moan threatening to slip out and ruin his whole image.
To try and regain some control of the situation, he slipped a gentle, shaking cold hand into Steve’s hair and brushed a loose strand behind his ear. A pair of pretty hazel eyes glanced up at him, whatever passed for a smile while your mouth was wrapped around a cock floating onto his face.
Eddie smiled back at him.
His free hand that Steve didn’t have eyes on however was firmly around the leash, using the opportunity of a distraction to pull.
Not expecting it at all and therefore having nothing holding him up, Steve was dragged forwards onto Eddie's dick until he could feel it bumping up against the back of his throat, threatening to set off a non-existent gag reflex. Steve began to kick his legs uselessly against the ground as tears filled the corners of his eyes.
Fuck, fuck . All he can feel is Eddie, just holding him flush against his crotch by the leash which pulled painfully at Steve’s throat. He’s never felt so fucking good in his life and he hadn’t even been touched yet. He forgot how good it feels for him to just give, just be used. He’s just here to make people feel good.
Eddie was not having a profound realisation like Steve’s at that moment, instead his head seemed to just be a deafening static noise as he tried to remember how to function again. He talked a big game sure, but he was really fucking sensitive and the visual of Steve Harrington choking on his cock was not helping.
He let the leash go slightly lax so Steve could pull backwards, ignoring the flashes of pleasure that shot right through him at the action, until Steve’s pretty lips were just below his tip. And then he held him there, not giving him any more room to move back.
Oh. Yeah, Steve got the idea.
He could only go forwards, he physically didn’t have enough room to pull off from Eddie, his only option to relieve the pressure around his throat was to deepthroat him with every thrust. But Eddie wasn’t going to make him do it, he was going to make him do it himself. Fuck his throat against Eddies dick like he was desperate for it.
And he was, so no complaints from him there.
Not taking his eyes off of Eddie, he began to sink back down slowly while wrapping his tongue against his length. The pressure of where his gag reflex should be still set off his senses and brought tears to his eyes but it didn’t make him stop, only encouraged him to take the last few inches as they felt like they were burning the back of his throat.
He can’t quiet the small moans and whines coming out but every time he hummed against Eddie, he thrusted slightly at the vibrations. A particularly hard thrust had Steve’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. With every thrust the Steve lost more and more control of himself, trying desperatly to keep swirling his tongue around the thick intrusion but slowly devolving into a moaning mess- just using his mouth like a fleshlight.
Physically he knows he’s not actually getting much from this, but the feeling of being used and wanted was sending shockwaves of sharp pleasure down his spine.
But he still had needs, and those needs were currently making him hump uselessly against the air like an animal. He was desperate for some relief. Even through the hazy film coating his vision Eddie noticed this and clocked the park bench just to the left of them.
Without letting Steve ease off or stand, he dragged them towards the seat. He went slowly so Steve could comfortably crawl across the dirt path without, god forbid, catching his teeth on Eddie’s dick as they moved.
Once they got to the bench after what felt like hours (about a minute) he hissed out as the freezing cold metal nipped at his skin. He didn’t let that deter him from yanking Steve’s lead further forwards and wrapping it around one of the bench bars between his legs.
He secured it with a loose knot, easily undone but not from Steve’s end, so that there was very little room for Steve to move away from the bench.
“You need something, puppy?”
Steve whined below him, shooting him the widest most pleading eyes he knew how to produce while trying to curl his wrists into paws to gently beg. Fuck, he was really getting into this whole pet thing.
Hey, every hunter needed a dog.
He wanted Eddie to take over, use him like a toy and make him stop thinking.
“That’s my good boy, begging so pretty for me.” As Eddie spoke he moved his foot between Steve’s legs, nudging him a few times mockingly as he felt the bulge still trapped under his pants. Each tap caused Steve to flinch harshly, anticipating a blow that only years of dickheads in locker rooms can prepare you for.
“Open your eyes sweetheart, want you to look at me while I fuck your face.”
Jesus fuck Steve thought as he mewled loudly at the idea, hips instinctively rolling down and finding the pressure of Eddies shoes. Oh, he understood now. Eddie was being so kind to him. So thoughtful to let him get off, he didn’t deserve to, he only wanted to be used.
“Steve.”
The warning tone came only a second before the slap to his face did, the chilly night air making the string that much worse.
“I told you to open your eyes.”
He nodded the best he could with the thick cock still stuffed far to the back of his throat and peeled his eyes open to stare wantonly up at the man above him.
“There he is.” Eddie’s voice was soft and caring, accompanied by the gentle caress to Steve’s cheek where he was certain a red mark was forming.
The soft touch continued as Steve did his best to offer him a smile with his eyes, one returned tenfold by Eddie.
He was so distracted staring into the killer's eyes that he wasn’t watching his hands, again.
A hand that in one quick movement was taking a firm grip of Steve’s hair and dragging him all the way forward until his lips were flush with his crotch.
And Steve tried, he tried so hard, to keep his eyes on Eddie but he couldn't stop them from rolling into the back of his head at the overwhelming feeling of EddieEddieEddieEddie-
It was all around him, suffocating him. Quite literally.
He pawed at Eddie’s legs and rutted down against the top of his shoe, all of it becoming too much all at once but he craved it. He couldn't breathe but he didn't care, the new and amazing sensation of being full making him go just as dizzy.
“God, you’re such a good boy Stevie. Such a good bitch.”
He’s only answered with broken moans and loud mewling as Steve continued to jerkily move against the cold leather of his boot. Eddie left it until the last moment, where the first burning warnings of oxygen need were flicking at the corners of Steve’s eyes, before he pulled Steve off of him.
And then immediately forced him back down again.
He went so easily, letting Eddie fuck into the back of his throat with rough thrusts. Both hands were gripping Steve’s hair now like the strands were handlebars, pulling him up and down the thick cock. The lead stopped him from pulling back too far, only allowed him to get to the head of Eddie’s dick and roll his tongue around it before the length was forced back into his mouth, the pressure springing tears to his eyes with every thrust until a small stream of tears was mixing with the blood and cascading down his cheeks.
“Fuck, that’s it Stevie. You were made for this.” He let out a loud groan and threw his head back against the bench. “Fuckin’ made to be used, such a good slut, ah, a good puppy.”
Oh God Eddie couldn’t say things like that, it was going to kill him. He couldn’t control the desperate thrusts of his hips down onto Eddie’s boot, taking the smallest amount of pressure he could get as he ground up against it. He could feel himself leaking into his boxers, a constant building pressure that was slowly washing over him.
He was one of those weirdos that thought the build up just before the orgasm was the best, those last few moments where something clicks and it all feels very different suddenly, not even in a way that he could physically comprehend as just ‘good’.
And it had just hit him, that sudden shift in the body as it wound up to it. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, couldn’t follow Eddie’s orders. Not that Eddie could see from where his own eyes were slammed closed as his mouth remained in a permanent silent moan.
He used as much strength as he could muster to stay down, all the way down, on Eddie’s dick as he gave one last thrust against the shoe between his legs. It was a stuttering, pathetic movement already hindered by the cloudy need to cum but it did its job.
He moaned loudly and openly around the cock in his throat as his hips twitched and flinched through his orgasm, tongue going a bit crazy around the length in his mouth to try and ground himself to a feeling other than the intense orgasm shaking his body.
It was just as he felt that familiar, weirdly cold post-orgasm shudder travel from his head to his legs that Eddie finally let out some desperate moans of his own.
Small pleas and whiny breaths escaping the dominant mask he had put on as his dick pulsed. Steve only had a second to prepare before Eddie’s cum was shooting out in streaks straight down his throat, forcing him to swallow with every small twitch.
It felt like years before Eddie was finally pulling back from him, allowing some much needed oxygen into his system as he coughed down the cum still stuck to the back of his throat.
That should have been gross. It should have been, but it wasn’t. Fuck, if he wasn’t so cold he’d ask Eddie to go again right now.
Speaking of cold, Eddie caressed his scalp where he had been pulling with feather light touches, all of the previous threats and commands from tbe touch gone leaving only a gentle reassurance of safety and comfort. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough.
They sat like that for a few moments longer, letting their breathing slow and calm down before bothering to move. It was only the biting cold that eventually got them to move away from each other and reluctantly put themselves back together.
Eddie pulled his pants back up if only to spare his ass from being frozen stuck to the park bench, pulling on the knot attaching Steve’s lead to the bench until it came undone.
“Best. Murder Sex. Ever.” He said through laboured breaths, causing Steve to snort from his place on the floor. Only he could switch back so quickly from such a cruel persona to a dork.
“Don’t think our buddy here agrees.” Steve says, pointing his thumb lazily in the direction of Andy’s cold and blue body. His other hand was busy unbuckling the makeshift collar around his neck, it was on really loose so no trouble there.
“Sure he does!” The other yelled as he walked on shaky legs towards the ex-jock. Steve hid a small smile, proud of himself for reducing Eddie to that. “Look, he’s all for it! How progressive!”
And, yup. Gross. Eddie had grabbed Andy’s hand and forced them to high five before bending his fingers into a permanent thumbs up.
“This is the worst post-sex pillow talk I’ve ever had, just so you’re aware.”
“Glad to be your first.”
Standing up with the aid of the freezing cold metal bench, Steve hoisted himself towards Eddie and pulled his gaze away from the corpse he had decided to play with. Why was he so interested in that has been when Steve was right there waiting for him?
“If you get me somewhere warm, you can be my first a couple more times too.”
“Aw, is puppy getting jealous of the ugly dead jock?”
“Shut up.” Steve growled back, pout on his face as he glared at Andy betraying his true answer.
“Why don’t we take this back to mine and I can teach you to watch how you speak to me?” Eddie said gently, far too gently, while wrapping a hand loosely around Steve’s throat.
And Steve went to respond, he really did but-
A loud gasp travelled towards them with a puff of cold air against the night sky.
Fuck. Shit.
Fuckfuckshitshitshitfuck-
Eddie and Steve both stared at each other with wide, panicked eyes. Not daring to look but knowing that Andy’s now cold and worthless corpse was very much out in the open, his blood fertilising a very grateful patch of grass just to the side of the public park path.
They also knew that their masks both lay discarded on the floor besides him.
Steve could practically see the change in Eddie’s eyes as he got a grasp on the situation. Or maybe it was just that the voice in Steve’s head which had been eerily silent all evening was now screaming at him. Yelling despicable and deafoning commands at him that travelled across his nerves, making his hair stand on end. Maybe Eddie’s voice was a bit more strategically inclined, or maybe that was just Eddie, Because Steve couldn't think over the foghorn of panic in his mind.
Only…It was all very quiet in reality.
No screaming, no running, no guns clocking etc etc.
Since the initial gaspe of surprise, there had been nothing. And now that Steve thought about it, it had been a gasp of surprise. Not horror or sheer terror, it wasn’t ripped from someone's throat in an ugly shriek. Just…surprise.
The puzzled look washing across Eddie's face not only made him look human again but also told Steve he was realising the same thing.
In a synchronised move that would have been funny in any other scenario, they both turned to look down the path into the dark expanse of the park.
Just down from them, only having just turned the corner to tehri stretch of path, stood…Robin?
Yep, that was Robin. Decked out in her Marty McFly costume for their Halloween party.
Ah, shit, right. His Halloween party that was supposed to start…He glanced at his watch…30 minutes ago.
His house wasn’t far from here, only a few streets over once you leave the park from the side. He had lost track of time. Hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for him in here but he should have known by now to stop trying to predict Robin's movements.
But he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine as he saw her silhouette standing there against the small flickering street light. She wasn’t scared, wasn’t even freaking out in all of the subtle Robin ways he’d grown used to recognising. She was just…looking. An almost intrigued look on her frostbitten face.
She took a step forward, as did Eddie.
Quickly Steve placed a hand on the other's chest, not holding him back but gently suggesting he hold off. Something was different here.
But she wasn't stepping towards them, no. She was walking over to Andy. She crouched down beside him and ran a finger across his cold forehead, rubbing off a small line of crusted blood.
Any second now she was going to start freaking out. Maybe she had thought it was a prank or Halloween prop before, and now she was going to lose it.
“Oh thank god !”
Or…not?
“What the fuck?” Eddie whispered next to him. And yeah, Steve’s sentiments exactly.
“Uh, Robin?” He called out.
Her head snapped up and away from the body on the floor, turning her gleeful look on the pair in front of her instead. Yeah, she was actually happy right now. What the fuck was happening.
“You guys did this?”
And, hey, logically Steve knows that admitting to murder is a no no…but what else was he supposed to do in that situation?
No Robin, the other knife wielding maniacs ran that way, we were just sucking face in this creepy park- body, what body?
So instead they just nodded. This whole situation was odd, it felt more like they’d been caught smoking behind school by a friend than found with a dead body.
And then she was running at them, barrelling towards them with the coordination of a newborn deer and shitshitshit this was it- Eddie tensed and reached for his backup knife which he apparently carried. Steve was ready to jump between them, prevent something terrible happening to the people he cared about when-
He felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck.
Not choking him or anything, just a warm and thankful hug full of love.
“Robin?”
“Mhm.” He nodded into his shoulder, telling him to carry on.
“You really need to tell us what teh fuck is happening right now, Birdie.”
And she did. They sat down next to Andy, Robin flipping him off once for good measure, as she told them all about the voices in her head. THe ones that had started around Starcourt, told her to protect everyone. To do what had to be done to keep everyone safe.
Apparently for her it wasn’t as all consuming at Steve and Eddie’s, it didn’t impact her regular thinking. At first he had thought it was just intrusive thoughts.
“I thought I was alone, that I was going crazy.” She said, tears springing to the corner of her eyes. “I was enjoying the murders on the news, kept thinking to myself that it was right that was happening to them. Maybe not Chrissy, what the hell was that?” She asked Eddie, no real accusation behind her words. She received a sad shrug in response. None of them had really wanted her dead, but they all ignored the fact her death had quieted the voices just as much as the others had.
Eddie spoke up for the first time since she had appeared. His voices always seemed the loudest, took the longest to calm down Steve assumed.
“You’re not crazy. None of us are.” He took a deep breath. “The fact we all have the same thing proves it, There’s…something. Something higher than us that needs us to do this, wants us to fix everything.”
“Like…like a God?” Steve asked. He liked the sound of that. Some higher, grand purpose for living.
“Maybe? Who knows. But…But it wants what’s best for us. We need to get rid of the monsters so everyone will be happier.” They all nod along. At the core, it’s how they all felt. They needed to wipe out the threats to their family. This was the only way.
“I’m not uh…I’m not great with blood.” Robin added sheepishly. “But I’m clever, not to blow my own trumpet. I can make sure no one finds us. I read a lot of true crime, know what mistakes to avoid.”
If anything, Eddie looked relieved at the idea. It hit Steve that he must have been doing it all by himself, bearing the brunt of it all for weeks alone. How exhausting. Well, he had them both now. He had Steve in whatever way he wanted him, always.
And it was as the three of them sat there in the cold, pitch black park, a Marty Mcfly and two Ghost Faces on Halloween night 1986, that they formed a bond stronger than anyone could know. Stronger than anyone could prepare for. Three chimes ringing out against the silent night from the local church.
And maybe if any of them were in their right minds, they would remember that Loch Nora didn’t have a local church. And it certainly didn't have a church bell.
But they weren't, so they didn't.
And the rest was history. Bloody, happy history.