[It's been strange, different - in a way that Richie doesn't think too hard about because Eddie is here, he's alive and not dead and that's the only thing that matters. After the initial bite, Richie had spent nights up on google on Sanguinarian forums, on anything that could give him some insight onto how to live with this. It wasn't a sickness, or a disability, but they had to treat it like one because Richie couldn't keep running and Eddie couldn't handle the constant relocation.
The first time that Eddie bit him the euphoria shot through his veins like a white-hot spike of adrenaline. As a recovering addict, Richie was more into it than someone else would've been and had gotten drunk off of Eddie's blood lust more than once, in private moments between the two of them. They were still suited to each other, even now. Finishing sentences, connected on some near-telepathic level the same way they had been when they were kids.
That's why when Eddie's panic set in Richie turned around to find him in the room. His nerves make the hair on his arms raise, and not for the first time he wondered if Eddie had done some sort of Vulcan mind-meld on him. He excuses himself from the crowd politely and goes to grab Eddie and escort him out. Nobody thinks anything of it, why would they? He's entitled to his free time too. The building he'd performed in was a large one, in an old hotel and Richie escorts Eddie to one of the many elevators so they can get some space to themselves.]
( Eddie tries not to think too hard about how in tune the two of them were now. It went beyond their closeness as children and made him afraid that he might be doing something to Richie that would ultimately result in his boyfriend being like him. Being this blood drinking monster that had to bring in his road rage because he knew (without a doubt) how easy it would be for him to actually rip someone's throat out now.
Not that he thinks he'd ever actually do something like that. At first, sure because he didn't understand his limits or himself and although Eddie still doesn't understand himself, he knows enough about his limits now. Richie too, it seems because before he can excuse himself— Richie is already there and taking him by the hand, escorting him out of the heaviness of that blood scented room and into another space which offered him a distraction with the smell of old, stale air focusing his mind.
Carefully, he swallows and then nods as he brings their joined hands upwards. It isn't an unfamiliar gesture for Eddie to take his hand, pressing the palm against his cool cheek and simply sighing as he visibly relaxed while leeching off his body heat. After a moment for quiet, calming breathing does Eddie nod again and look up at Rich. )
Yeah, yeah— I'm okay now. It was just really sudden and it surprised me, I should have been preparing myself for something like that happening but I guess it just caught me off guard. ( He says with the faintest quirk of his lips. ) Sorry I took you away from everyone. You looked like you were having fun.
[It was a close call and despite his trust for Eddie he never wanted the guy to suffer through something he shouldn't have to. It's been tense, on the road, but it's a necessary means to an end. Richie had to keep working to support them both and thankfully his agent helped promote Richie's new tour, after coming out, and the uncensored truth of living life in the closet until 40.
It's an act that's a lot easier to perform and one he's able to create some actual material on his own for a change. Something that renews a sense of pride in himself he'd all but lost. The people he'd been talking with weren't as important as Eddie, and his show was done for the night so he was free until the next and final show at their current location tomorrow night.]
You don't have to explain anything to me, dude. Maybe I'm leaving because I want to, not just for you. I just spent two hours under a bunch of studio lights. I need a shower and some TLC, and it looks like you do too.
( If Eddie hates anything then its the sense of worry that he might sometimes cause in Richie. He knows that he's a ticking timebomb that at any moment could explode but he's done so, so well and gained so much confidence in himself in the time since he woke up at the bottom of that hellmouth.
It's part of the reason why he can smile now, chuckling and letting his lips brush over Richie's palm as he finally lets go. Of course, Eddie doesn't quite move out of Richie's space and might even crowd closer with another warm laugh. )
Oh, yeah? I don't know, I think you still smell pretty good.
( Its all send with a dramatic lean in, sniffing before giving into another chuckle and pressing a kiss to the underside of Rich's chin. )
I wouldn't say no to a shower though or watching you go off to sleep. The hotel they put you up in is worlds above trying to sleep on a fucking tour bus.
[Richie's worry didn't manifest the way it would in a normal person, it's something he's always used like armor. He's gotten good at playing fast and loose with his anxiety, and now that he's not chasing chemicals with booze it's been easier to manage.]
You hungry?
[It's pretty depraved, but Eddie drinking from him didn't feel half as bad as it should have. Most of the time it felt like a shot of white-hot adrenaline mixed with molly and the addict in him didn't mind Eddie doing a little teething on him from time to time.]
Shower or bath tub complete with jets? Or maybe we skip both and go for round two in jacuzzi after it's closed.
( The question earns Richie the sight of Eddie tilting his head with a small, thoughtful noise. Eventually he glances back up almost sheepishly and nods lightly before leaning in to press a small kiss to his neck, sharp teeth grazing over warm skin. )
Little bit. ( He murmurs, lips pursed. ) And, you know, if you don't mind. I know you're probably exhausted after tonight's show.
( And, yeah, maybe it is a little depraved but there was just something near transcendent about drinking Richie's blood. Not that he has a lot of fucking examples especially on the human side of things but he doubts any blood would taste as good to him as Richie. )
Yeah? You think you can be quiet enough for us not to get interrupted while breaking hotel rules?
[Not happening. The teeth don't show to the naked eye but he knows they're there. Enough, that his back curls with the heat of desire. If he hadn't spent the last two hours under stage lights it might be more obvious, but Eddie knew what he was doing. Of that Richie was convinced, he didn't know the specifics but he figured if Richie could smell blood maybe he could tell when blood was pumping a little faster too.]
If I don't, you can gag me.
[It's a fair deal while they're both being lecherous and the dirty talk was half the foreplay for them. An artform.]
You can tell me no wherever you want, you know. You're always so worried about me but you gotta let me take care of you sometimes too.
( Still— Eddie gets it. Just like how Richie seemingly had a Voice for everything then his blood also had a way of singing depending on the situation. They've been easy to learn the more time they've spent together and its his own way of reading Richie without the need for words just like how Rich had always been able to read him. )
Oh, please, you'd be even louder if I gagged you with what I have in mind.
( He can't help but playfully roll his eyes before nudging Rich back gently with a grin. )
Come on, lets go get changed. By the time we do and head back down, they'll probably have already have got everything shut up for the night.
[Richie shrugs off the notion despite Eddie's constant desire to dote on him. Richie's never gotten over the sting of what it felt like to lose him, and sometimes it still haunts him in the middle of the night once in a while and he wakes up cold, clammy, with Eddie's eyes on him in the darkness of the room.
It's not something they've talked about, but there are no words for it. Eddie knows and Richie doesn't see any reason to diagnose it any more than they already have.]
Okay, first you get a nightcap, then we can change for the jacuzzi. Deal?
[The elevator opens with a ding to their suite, it wasn't quite a penthouse but it came close and the balcony overlooked the same pool they were going to have a caper in once it closed and the coast was clear.]
You first.
[Richie's already in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his loafers on his way through the threshold. Watching Eddie made him ravenous too, in a different way. The beams of pride and the half-hidden laughs in his palm at a terrible joke the small glimpses he'd caught from the stage had done him in early.]
( Yet it isn't something that he ever pushes or fights over. Despite the lack of words, Eddie knows that Richie still vividly remembers the emotions born in the time after his death. Because, yeah, he's here now but the fact remains that he died and despite being here, breathing and smiling up at Richie— a part of him died down there and never woke back up.
He thinks they should probably talk about it but everything still feels so fresh, so new and he doesn't want to destroy it. )
Yeah, alright, deal.
( He follows, pressing in close and enjoying the warmth of Richie's body. He doesn't want to peel away but does as they enter their room. He slips into the bathroom, gathering up a hand towel and wetting it in the sink before returning to where Richie is undressing. He offers him another warm look, reaching up and brushing the wet cloth over his face before tracing it down to his neck and then his shoulders. )
I'm so proud of you, you know. ( He murmurs with a grin, eyes warm and once again seemingly reading the unsaid thoughts between them. ) You're so amazing when you're up there in front of all those people. It's like they can't look away from you— not that I blame them, you do that to me always.
[Richie's not as spirited as he would be usually, age hasn't made him as virile as some and he's out of shape despite the lankiness he never quite grew out of. Eddie had this way of completely disarming him in moments like these when they were alone together.
The tenderness he felt that he never deserved growing up made him crazy for him now, and Richie melts into the softness of the warm towel that he's using to soothe him.]
Of course its better now because it's you up there not just you pretending to be something else.
( Considering his lack of body warmth, Eddie tries hard to replace it with warmth in his looks and with his words. Even then he knows that he isn't the best at either of those either but he hopes that Richie understands what he is trying to get across in these moments together.
Still he smiles, wiping away sweat and pressing absent kisses to his skin as he does. )
It's so good seeing you up there doing what you do best. I love it more than anything else especially when I'm reminded that you're all mine now.
[Richie's small grin tilts down at the seams, he knew it hadn't been right not to tell the other losers about Eddie, and he knew that Eddie was still figuring everything out. The notion of pretending reminds him of all of that and softens his features, he settles back on the nearest surface and tries to pull Eddie along with him.]
What about you? What do you want, Eds? Besides me, I mean.
[Sometimes it feels selfish, what he has with Eddie, and the only way he knows how to give back is to offer him his blood. It doesn't hurt that the whole thing feels great, but he knows what he's risking and would risk it a million times over given the opportunity. Eddie was everything to him, and the comedy - it didn't even matter to him by comparison.]
( Sometimes Eddie worries about what the others will say when they eventually tell them. He hopes, pray that they understand given his situation and what he has become now even though even that is still hard to put into the realm of understanding. He wonders if it'll even be something that they can actually explain or put into words what happened to him when Neibolt fell into the earth. )
What do I want? ( He repeats, raising his brows but following along as Richie pulls him along. ) I mean— you mean now? Or is this one of those what I want for the future questions?
( Eddie gives Richie a tilt of his head but ultimately smiles as he sets the wet cloth down and presses in close. Carefully, he reaches down and brings one of Richie's hands up so he can press his lips against the skin of his wrist. )
I just want us to stay together, Rich. I want us to be happy and, you know, I'm happy with you. We've been through so fucking much.
( His eyes drop away from Richie's face with the admission before he glances back up with a small smile. It's always been hard— expressing himself and that hasn't changed in Eddie's odd undead new life. So instead of trying to fight through his thoughts and try to find words, he bites down at Richie's wrist and looses himself in the warmth of blood that floods into his mouth. )
[Now or later, Richie would find a way to give Eddie everything he might ever want. It took time, and their schedules varied now because of Eddie and his new needs but Richie didn't mind moving things around to fit into his new lifestyle. All he'd ever wanted was him, and even though they didn't talk about the past too often Richie knew he'd always carried a torch for Eddie. Eddie, who, despite being on the small side made him feel things he'd never felt before at 13 and made him realize who he really was before he'd managed to forget.
Richie's eyes soften when Eddie says he loves him, and he's about to ask another question and say those same words back to him when the softness of his kiss shifts into the sharp pain of his bite. His breath hitches and his jaw falls shut with an audible click. It's not long until pain gives way to pleasure, and Richie's head drops back to the plush cushion of the chaise behind him.]
( He wants to ask if he really does understand what Richie means. After all, Eddie has always had a bad habit of taking small things and spinning them wildly out of control because of how he had been raised before continuing that way of life even as an adult married man. Questions are familiar ground but he feels at peace with Richie in a way that he hadn't felt since childhood— since they were kids shoved together in a hammock together, laughing and reading comics.
Despite his focus being on the taste of blood in his mouth and the feel of Richie's heartbeat seemingly rocketing through him. He keeps his eyes focused forward on Richie's own with that intense warmth he can't help showing whenever he so much as thinks about Richie.
Carefully, he shifts again until he can reach out and cradle Rich's face with a fond look despite still having his teeth stuck into the other's wrist. )
[Richie doesn't meet his eyes at first, lost in the feeling of it all, but after a moment to reign himself in his eyes open just enough to five his focus. He finds Eddie's face in the midst of the gentle touch and he gazes back at him with a crooked grin, his brown eyes half-moons behind his glasses.
It's a guessing game when to be concerned too much blood is being taken, but it's one they've both gotten good at. Eddie was better at discerning than he was and Richie trusted him wholly.]
( He both loves and hates the look of Richie lost in the feelings he causes whenever he feeds. It's so easy for the two of them to lose themselves in the moment together but if anything has become easier it is figuring just what the limit is for the both of them. That's why he only holds on for a moment more before breaking away, breathing in deep before licking at the puncture wounds left behind. )
I love you— ( He says low, breathless but utterly dopey with the overwhelming warmth he feels. ) I love you so much.
[The vampire thing is weird but they've made it work, and Eddie takes good care of Richie when he has to be the blood bag. That saliva instantly cauterizes the wound and he's always too blissed out to feel the pain of it until days afterward.
After Eddie's done, Richie meets his lips, tasting himself on his tongue for a moment before settling forward to press his lips just under his ear lobe.]
Love you too.
[There was a brief period when neither of them could say it when Eddie didn't feel quite human enough and Richie was still dealing with guilt and thought he didn't deserve to say it. Now, they didn't hold back and that felt better than anything else. That spot that was always empty in him felt full.]
The vampire thing was definitely in the category of weird and thensome. Eddie still can't say he understands all of it and he doubts he ever will but being with Richie had made it easier for him. He remembers first waking up and the panic that came from being dead and then suddenly being sorta alive again before the sick worry of if he could approach the other Losers about this.
Ultimately, it seemed, dead or alive or somewhere in between that he would always be drawn to Richie. It was something just so much stronger than either of them.
That's why he doesn't hesitate after the kiss breaks from dipping down, cutting the skin of his own wrist and drawing a small amount of blood into his mouth before tugging the other man into a heated kiss. It's a small, helpful jolt of energy for Richie they discovered rather by accident although Eddie spent a good 48 hours worried that Richie would end up like him. A thought that eats away at him some nights and some nights wonders if it would actually be that bad.
There's still something to be said about feeding his boyfriend his own blood that makes him feel near feral. A fact he doesn't hide as he licks into Richie's mouth before pulling back with another loving look.
They'd decided that's what he was, based on pop culture and a bunch of poorly timed Count Nagula jokes and banter. Richie's easily drunk on Eddie's scent, on the taste of his blood in the kiss they shared, and not once did he attribute that to things that probably made it easy for Eddie to catch prey when he needed to.
When he came home late, neither of them asked questions it was better that way. Even if Eddie preferred Richie, there was only so much blood in his system and so many blood banks that they could nab through the dark web and through the black market together. Richie didn't think it mattered, he had him back, and they were together - it was a fucking blessing if he'd ever had one.
( Although Eddie wishes that he had a real and proper name for what he was now because it definitely wasn't human there was just so little for them to go on. It was still up in the air just how this happened given the last bit of life left in him bled out in that hell cave just as the other Losers ended Pennywise and his horrible existence. Vampire, thankfully, wasn't an awful name to pin to his status as it were and he is grateful for the small amount of lore that seemed to ring true in his new undead life.
Most of the time though he tries not to think to much on it and instead focus on the goodness that came from finally creating a life with Richie. Even the nights when he has to go out, the nights when he slips out after Rich has fallen asleep and goes as far as his feet will take him before sneaking back into their home just as the first rays of dawn begin to appear on the horizon. They don't talk about it and, for that, Eddie is grateful because he doubts there will ever be a way of putting some of this into words.
Instead he focuses forward and presses a lopsided kiss to Richie's lips before he moves to stand with a grin. )
Take your time, okay? I don't need you standing up to fast again and ending up with another goose egg on your head because you fainted.
[Little to go on in the real world, and bad twilight jokes and watching What We Do in the Shadows together makes everything a little easier to handle. At least for Richie, who used joking as a "healthy," coping mechanism.
No fainting this time, and not looking to be handled with kid-gloves Richie's careful about getting up but he does so just to get a good grab of Eddie's butt.]
( We don't talk about Eddie's late night sessions watching said Twilight movies once when Richie was gone on a short tour. That had been an event but despite some similarities, he's grateful for the lack of sparkles and ridiculous hair. Still there has been a lot of jokes lately because (and let's be real) its the one thing keeping him, aside from Richie himself, going sometimes when everything else seems so out of control.
He slips away to the bathroom to clean his face of any leftover traces before returning, hauling their bags up onto the bed and digging through them for whatever swimwear that they might have packed away for this trip. It's just in time for Richie's hand to catch his backside, turning with a raise of his brows before laughing. )
Oh, yeah, no doubt about it. You take care of me, you know? No one else can do for me what you do.
[No one else was right, they still hadn't told anyone, and Richie's tendency to worry meant that he had no plans for telling the rest of the club any time soon. He'd take the secret to the grave with him so long as it meant getting to spend time with Eddie, getting him back after what they went through.
Richie's hasty, and somewhat jittery about slipping into his swim trunks. They were sneaking in after hours, but that wouldn't be hard to do with his credentials. They've been breaking and entering since they were kids, and Richie was famous so he got the pass.] You ready hot stuff?
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The first time that Eddie bit him the euphoria shot through his veins like a white-hot spike of adrenaline. As a recovering addict, Richie was more into it than someone else would've been and had gotten drunk off of Eddie's blood lust more than once, in private moments between the two of them. They were still suited to each other, even now. Finishing sentences, connected on some near-telepathic level the same way they had been when they were kids.
That's why when Eddie's panic set in Richie turned around to find him in the room. His nerves make the hair on his arms raise, and not for the first time he wondered if Eddie had done some sort of Vulcan mind-meld on him. He excuses himself from the crowd politely and goes to grab Eddie and escort him out. Nobody thinks anything of it, why would they? He's entitled to his free time too. The building he'd performed in was a large one, in an old hotel and Richie escorts Eddie to one of the many elevators so they can get some space to themselves.]
Hey. You okay?
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Not that he thinks he'd ever actually do something like that. At first, sure because he didn't understand his limits or himself and although Eddie still doesn't understand himself, he knows enough about his limits now. Richie too, it seems because before he can excuse himself— Richie is already there and taking him by the hand, escorting him out of the heaviness of that blood scented room and into another space which offered him a distraction with the smell of old, stale air focusing his mind.
Carefully, he swallows and then nods as he brings their joined hands upwards. It isn't an unfamiliar gesture for Eddie to take his hand, pressing the palm against his cool cheek and simply sighing as he visibly relaxed while leeching off his body heat. After a moment for quiet, calming breathing does Eddie nod again and look up at Rich. )
Yeah, yeah— I'm okay now. It was just really sudden and it surprised me, I should have been preparing myself for something like that happening but I guess it just caught me off guard. ( He says with the faintest quirk of his lips. ) Sorry I took you away from everyone. You looked like you were having fun.
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It's an act that's a lot easier to perform and one he's able to create some actual material on his own for a change. Something that renews a sense of pride in himself he'd all but lost. The people he'd been talking with weren't as important as Eddie, and his show was done for the night so he was free until the next and final show at their current location tomorrow night.]
You don't have to explain anything to me, dude. Maybe I'm leaving because I want to, not just for you. I just spent two hours under a bunch of studio lights. I need a shower and some TLC, and it looks like you do too.
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It's part of the reason why he can smile now, chuckling and letting his lips brush over Richie's palm as he finally lets go. Of course, Eddie doesn't quite move out of Richie's space and might even crowd closer with another warm laugh. )
Oh, yeah? I don't know, I think you still smell pretty good.
( Its all send with a dramatic lean in, sniffing before giving into another chuckle and pressing a kiss to the underside of Rich's chin. )
I wouldn't say no to a shower though or watching you go off to sleep. The hotel they put you up in is worlds above trying to sleep on a fucking tour bus.
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You hungry?
[It's pretty depraved, but Eddie drinking from him didn't feel half as bad as it should have. Most of the time it felt like a shot of white-hot adrenaline mixed with molly and the addict in him didn't mind Eddie doing a little teething on him from time to time.]
Shower or bath tub complete with jets? Or maybe we skip both and go for round two in jacuzzi after it's closed.
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Little bit. ( He murmurs, lips pursed. ) And, you know, if you don't mind. I know you're probably exhausted after tonight's show.
( And, yeah, maybe it is a little depraved but there was just something near transcendent about drinking Richie's blood. Not that he has a lot of fucking examples especially on the human side of things but he doubts any blood would taste as good to him as Richie. )
Yeah? You think you can be quiet enough for us not to get interrupted while breaking hotel rules?
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[Not happening. The teeth don't show to the naked eye but he knows they're there. Enough, that his back curls with the heat of desire. If he hadn't spent the last two hours under stage lights it might be more obvious, but Eddie knew what he was doing. Of that Richie was convinced, he didn't know the specifics but he figured if Richie could smell blood maybe he could tell when blood was pumping a little faster too.]
If I don't, you can gag me.
[It's a fair deal while they're both being lecherous and the dirty talk was half the foreplay for them. An artform.]
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( Still— Eddie gets it. Just like how Richie seemingly had a Voice for everything then his blood also had a way of singing depending on the situation. They've been easy to learn the more time they've spent together and its his own way of reading Richie without the need for words just like how Rich had always been able to read him. )
Oh, please, you'd be even louder if I gagged you with what I have in mind.
( He can't help but playfully roll his eyes before nudging Rich back gently with a grin. )
Come on, lets go get changed. By the time we do and head back down, they'll probably have already have got everything shut up for the night.
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[Richie shrugs off the notion despite Eddie's constant desire to dote on him. Richie's never gotten over the sting of what it felt like to lose him, and sometimes it still haunts him in the middle of the night once in a while and he wakes up cold, clammy, with Eddie's eyes on him in the darkness of the room.
It's not something they've talked about, but there are no words for it. Eddie knows and Richie doesn't see any reason to diagnose it any more than they already have.]
Okay, first you get a nightcap, then we can change for the jacuzzi. Deal?
[The elevator opens with a ding to their suite, it wasn't quite a penthouse but it came close and the balcony overlooked the same pool they were going to have a caper in once it closed and the coast was clear.]
You first.
[Richie's already in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his loafers on his way through the threshold. Watching Eddie made him ravenous too, in a different way. The beams of pride and the half-hidden laughs in his palm at a terrible joke the small glimpses he'd caught from the stage had done him in early.]
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( Yet it isn't something that he ever pushes or fights over. Despite the lack of words, Eddie knows that Richie still vividly remembers the emotions born in the time after his death. Because, yeah, he's here now but the fact remains that he died and despite being here, breathing and smiling up at Richie— a part of him died down there and never woke back up.
He thinks they should probably talk about it but everything still feels so fresh, so new and he doesn't want to destroy it. )
Yeah, alright, deal.
( He follows, pressing in close and enjoying the warmth of Richie's body. He doesn't want to peel away but does as they enter their room. He slips into the bathroom, gathering up a hand towel and wetting it in the sink before returning to where Richie is undressing. He offers him another warm look, reaching up and brushing the wet cloth over his face before tracing it down to his neck and then his shoulders. )
I'm so proud of you, you know. ( He murmurs with a grin, eyes warm and once again seemingly reading the unsaid thoughts between them. ) You're so amazing when you're up there in front of all those people. It's like they can't look away from you— not that I blame them, you do that to me always.
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[Richie's not as spirited as he would be usually, age hasn't made him as virile as some and he's out of shape despite the lankiness he never quite grew out of. Eddie had this way of completely disarming him in moments like these when they were alone together.
The tenderness he felt that he never deserved growing up made him crazy for him now, and Richie melts into the softness of the warm towel that he's using to soothe him.]
Is it better now that I write my own material?
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( Considering his lack of body warmth, Eddie tries hard to replace it with warmth in his looks and with his words. Even then he knows that he isn't the best at either of those either but he hopes that Richie understands what he is trying to get across in these moments together.
Still he smiles, wiping away sweat and pressing absent kisses to his skin as he does. )
It's so good seeing you up there doing what you do best. I love it more than anything else especially when I'm reminded that you're all mine now.
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What about you? What do you want, Eds? Besides me, I mean.
[Sometimes it feels selfish, what he has with Eddie, and the only way he knows how to give back is to offer him his blood. It doesn't hurt that the whole thing feels great, but he knows what he's risking and would risk it a million times over given the opportunity. Eddie was everything to him, and the comedy - it didn't even matter to him by comparison.]
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What do I want? ( He repeats, raising his brows but following along as Richie pulls him along. ) I mean— you mean now? Or is this one of those what I want for the future questions?
( Eddie gives Richie a tilt of his head but ultimately smiles as he sets the wet cloth down and presses in close. Carefully, he reaches down and brings one of Richie's hands up so he can press his lips against the skin of his wrist. )
I just want us to stay together, Rich. I want us to be happy and, you know, I'm happy with you. We've been through so fucking much.
( His eyes drop away from Richie's face with the admission before he glances back up with a small smile. It's always been hard— expressing himself and that hasn't changed in Eddie's odd undead new life. So instead of trying to fight through his thoughts and try to find words, he bites down at Richie's wrist and looses himself in the warmth of blood that floods into his mouth. )
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[Now or later, Richie would find a way to give Eddie everything he might ever want. It took time, and their schedules varied now because of Eddie and his new needs but Richie didn't mind moving things around to fit into his new lifestyle. All he'd ever wanted was him, and even though they didn't talk about the past too often Richie knew he'd always carried a torch for Eddie. Eddie, who, despite being on the small side made him feel things he'd never felt before at 13 and made him realize who he really was before he'd managed to forget.
Richie's eyes soften when Eddie says he loves him, and he's about to ask another question and say those same words back to him when the softness of his kiss shifts into the sharp pain of his bite. His breath hitches and his jaw falls shut with an audible click. It's not long until pain gives way to pleasure, and Richie's head drops back to the plush cushion of the chaise behind him.]
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Despite his focus being on the taste of blood in his mouth and the feel of Richie's heartbeat seemingly rocketing through him. He keeps his eyes focused forward on Richie's own with that intense warmth he can't help showing whenever he so much as thinks about Richie.
Carefully, he shifts again until he can reach out and cradle Rich's face with a fond look despite still having his teeth stuck into the other's wrist. )
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It's a guessing game when to be concerned too much blood is being taken, but it's one they've both gotten good at. Eddie was better at discerning than he was and Richie trusted him wholly.]
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I love you— ( He says low, breathless but utterly dopey with the overwhelming warmth he feels. ) I love you so much.
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After Eddie's done, Richie meets his lips, tasting himself on his tongue for a moment before settling forward to press his lips just under his ear lobe.]
Love you too.
[There was a brief period when neither of them could say it when Eddie didn't feel quite human enough and Richie was still dealing with guilt and thought he didn't deserve to say it. Now, they didn't hold back and that felt better than anything else. That spot that was always empty in him felt full.]
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Ultimately, it seemed, dead or alive or somewhere in between that he would always be drawn to Richie. It was something just so much stronger than either of them.
That's why he doesn't hesitate after the kiss breaks from dipping down, cutting the skin of his own wrist and drawing a small amount of blood into his mouth before tugging the other man into a heated kiss. It's a small, helpful jolt of energy for Richie they discovered rather by accident although Eddie spent a good 48 hours worried that Richie would end up like him. A thought that eats away at him some nights and some nights wonders if it would actually be that bad.
There's still something to be said about feeding his boyfriend his own blood that makes him feel near feral. A fact he doesn't hide as he licks into Richie's mouth before pulling back with another loving look.
"Still wanna hit the hot tub?"
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When he came home late, neither of them asked questions it was better that way. Even if Eddie preferred Richie, there was only so much blood in his system and so many blood banks that they could nab through the dark web and through the black market together. Richie didn't think it mattered, he had him back, and they were together - it was a fucking blessing if he'd ever had one.
"You know it."
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Most of the time though he tries not to think to much on it and instead focus on the goodness that came from finally creating a life with Richie. Even the nights when he has to go out, the nights when he slips out after Rich has fallen asleep and goes as far as his feet will take him before sneaking back into their home just as the first rays of dawn begin to appear on the horizon. They don't talk about it and, for that, Eddie is grateful because he doubts there will ever be a way of putting some of this into words.
Instead he focuses forward and presses a lopsided kiss to Richie's lips before he moves to stand with a grin. )
Take your time, okay? I don't need you standing up to fast again and ending up with another goose egg on your head because you fainted.
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No fainting this time, and not looking to be handled with kid-gloves Richie's careful about getting up but he does so just to get a good grab of Eddie's butt.]
Hey. I give as good as I get.
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He slips away to the bathroom to clean his face of any leftover traces before returning, hauling their bags up onto the bed and digging through them for whatever swimwear that they might have packed away for this trip. It's just in time for Richie's hand to catch his backside, turning with a raise of his brows before laughing. )
Oh, yeah, no doubt about it. You take care of me, you know? No one else can do for me what you do.
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Richie's hasty, and somewhat jittery about slipping into his swim trunks. They were sneaking in after hours, but that wouldn't be hard to do with his credentials. They've been breaking and entering since they were kids, and Richie was famous so he got the pass.] You ready hot stuff?
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