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“Can you keep a secret?”
Those words would forever haunt Richie Tozier. He could still feel the hot breath tickle his ear as those words were whispered, lips just barely touching. He could still feel the goosebumps that covered his arms and the hand that slowly slid down from his chest until it reached his pants. He could still feel the chill that went down his spine as he heard that sexy giggle and then fangs lightly nibbling his ear.
Before he could say a word, his dick was pulled out of his pants and that soft hand began to slowly stroke it. He damn near came right there as he felt biting along his neck, and then the quick sinking of fangs in his flesh. Richie moaned loudly; he liked a little pain, but this was beyond his typical kink. To his surprise though, it started to feel good, really good. He knew he wasn’t a masochist but the waves of pleasure coursing through his body went beyond anything he had ever felt before.
“Oh fuck! Eds, what the hell?”
Eddie Kaspbrak, the guy Richie had been in love with since they were in preschool, pulled off of Richie’s neck and then smiled. Fangs poked out and blood covered his mouth. It was honestly the hottest thing Richie had ever seen in his life. Then Eddie licked the blood off his lips and smirked, knowing the effect he was having on his best friend. That was what finally did it. Richie came with a shout, and he swore he blacked out.
Richie woke up to Eddie laying next to him, watching and waiting for Richie to wake up. A blush rose up Richie’s cheeks as every single memory came flooding back. He wiped off his jizz as best as he could with his hand then wiped that on the grass. Then he tucked himself back in his black skinny jeans. He checked to make sure there was no jizz on his black Nirvana shirt then looked back at Eddie.
The most gorgeous guy in the world, lay there looking innocent with those brown doe eyes, as if he hadn’t just given Richie the most mind blowing orgasm he had ever had. The blood on Eddie’s mouth had dried, and Richie touched the bite to feel it had already scabbed over. At least he wouldn’t bleed out.
Richie paled in comparison to Eddie, literally, Eddie’s skin was sunkissed tan while Richie was so pale he swore he would glow in the dark if his body was cracked like a glowstick. He fiddled with his clunky glasses that covered his bright blue eyes. He was unsure how to proceed, or even understand what just happened.
Eddie sat up and moved in front of Richie crisscrossed, his black shorts showing off most of his legs. Richie loved when Eddie wore shorts; he loved that boy’s legs, and he loved when Eddie wore one of his t-shirts that were always too big for him. Today he wore Richie’s black Metallica shirt.
“So can you keep my secret, Rich?”
“What the fuck just happened?” Richie asked.
Eddie smiled sweetly, taking Richie’s hand in his, and put Richie’s hand on the pulse point on his neck. It took a minute but Richie gasped and yanked his hand away as he realized Eddie had no pulse.
So here’s what Richie knew: Eddie apparently had sexy fangs, he drank his blood, and he had no pulse.
“Either you are reeeeally fucking kinky, which I’m totally down with, or you’re a vampire,” Richie practically whispered that last part.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long. Also uh, sorry that got, um, sexual, you just smelled so good and its been a while since I fed and I got a little carried away. I’d never drink you dry though! I promise I can control myself enough to stop! Are you scared of me now?”
Richie saw the fear in Eddie’s eyes, he saw the hope that Richie would be ok with his best friend being a vampire. There was nothing in this world that could stop him from loving Eddie. He felt conflicted because he knew what the right thing to do was, but his heart was telling him something else.
“Eddie, I could never be scared of you. I have loved you since the day we met.”
Tears welled in Richie's eyes as he placed a hand on Eddie’s cheek. He choked back a sob as Eddie leaned into the touch and nuzzled. His hand went to the back of Eddie’s head and he pulled him into a kiss. A heated passionate kiss to express how much love Richie had been keeping inside and Eddie gave back just as much. Richie leaned away until his back hit the ground with Eddie now straddling him as he still continued to explore Richie’s mouth.
Richie’s hand grabbed that perfect ass that he could only dream of grabbing and groaned as he realized it felt even better than he could have ever imagined. Eddie hummed in approval as his hands found their way into Richie's hair. A moan escaped Richie’s mouth, he kind of had a thing for hair pulling. Eddie tugged just a little and Richie bucking his hips up gave Eddie the realization that Richie Tozier very much liked to have his pair pulled.
“You keep that up and I’m gonna get hard again,” Richie said in between kisses.
Richie was losing focus, he knew it, but couldn’t he just enjoy the moment for a little longer? A moment he thought was impossible, He deserved this. He was running out of time though, his heart ached as he knew their time together was coming to an end. He kissed Eddie one last time as tears fell down his cheeks. Eddie pulled away slightly and looked at Richie concerned.
“Rich? What’s wro-”
Eddie gasped harshly and his eyes widened. He looked down to see a wooden stake, held by his best friend, with blood escaping the wound. Eddie’s blood pooled in his mouth and dripped out, his eyes leaking blood like they were tears. Richie felt the blood of the man he was in love with drip onto him. Eddie’s hand landed on Richie's, who was holding the stake still, and then he looked up. Hurt and betrayal was all Richie saw in those beautiful brown eyes that were starting to gloss over.
“Richie? Why?”
“I’m so sorry Eds, I’m so so sorry. I had to, I didn’t want to but I had to,” Richie sobbed.
“It hurts!”
Richie sobbed harder as Eddie’s body began to turn grey, why did it have to be Eddie? Why did Eddie have to tell him? If Richie didn’t know then he wouldn’t have had to do it. He wished Eddie never told him, he wished the love of his life wasn’t slowly dying on top of him.
“I love you Eds, I really do,” Richie cried out.
“Don’t call me.. Eds…”
Eddie’s entire body became nothing more than ashes, and then the ashes fell to the ground. Richie dropped the stake and held some of Eddie’s ashes in his hand and he screamed. He cried until he had no more tears, he screamed until his throat hurt. He laid on the ground hating himself for doing what he had to do.
“Well done Richie. You did it. You slaughtered the monster and now you have earned your title of Vampire Hunter,” a deep voice that Richie instantly recognized spoke.
Richie sat up, and looked around to find his childhood friend Bill Denbrough standing at the edge of the tree line. Richie stood up and stomped over to him. Bill didn’t flinch, just waited quietly for Richie to reach him. He lit a cigarette and took a drag of it.
“You knew! You fucking knew it was Eddie! How could you make me do this to him?! You knew I was in love with him!”
“That’s why. I had to know you were loyal to us. I cared about Eddie, he was our friend but he was a monster that had to be eliminated. We can’t make exceptions for friends or family, they all must die,” Bill explained, blowing smoke out his mouth.
Richie punched Bill in the face, and yeah Bill saw that coming so he let Richie do it. After all, the guy did have to kill the love of his life so he would give him this. Richie covered his face, sobbing harder, and fell to his knees.
“Once you’re done with this, we can go back to the safe house and regroup with everyone.”
“I hate you!” Richie yelled.
Bill nodded and held out his cigarette to Richie, who took it. Richie took a drag and held it in for a few seconds then slowly blew out the smoke through his nose. He stood up and walked back to the stake he had left on the ground. Stabbing the ground where he had been laying when he killed Eddie. He took off the old faded friendship bracelet Eddie had made for him when they were six and tied it to the top of the stake.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Bill asked, annoyed.
“What does it look like, asshole? Its a fucking grave marker!”
“Well hurry it up, we need to get back.”
Richie flipped Bill off and finished tying the bracelet on the stake. He whispered apologies over and over, Eddie’s question still playing in his head on repeat. Then he finally stood up, wiping tears from his face. He glared at Bill the whole time he walked back to him.
“Why did you do that? Not like there is a body there.”
“I don’t know,” Richie mumbled as they made their way back to the car.
But he knew well enough...