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Steve sighs and checks his phone for what feels like the hundredth time in the past hour before he decides to go bother Robin about Eddie, again. She barely looks up from her inventory sheet when he approaches and cuts him off before he can speak, “nope. My answer has not changed. Eddie is not cheating on you, he’s just busy. If you have a problem with how his schedule is affecting your time together, take it up with him. Now go away - one of us actually has to get work done around here.” He grumbles under his breath then heads back to the counter moving around the empty coffee cups in boredom. The morning rush was long over and the small café in the bookstore was empty.
When Blockbuster had finally gone belly up Robin was somehow able to secure them jobs here. Since Steve had grown up cooking for himself he was actually decent at making the small pastries for the case and had come a long way in latte skills too. Robin, of course, functioned almost exclusively on straight espresso and spent most of her shifts reorganizing the books. They balanced each other out as they’d always done and were almost always scheduled together by the owner, Maggie. Steve, of course, had some shifts during the weekday when Robin was in class but otherwise they were basically inseparable.
The café was actually where Steve met Eddie - he’d come in a full fantasy costume for their midnight release party of the latest Brandon Sanderson book. His dark hair was curled and put into an elaborate braided style, half up and half down. He’d worn leather pants, a white flowy shirt that was so thin his tattoos were easily visible, a long red cloak and tall riding boots. Of course he’d also meticulously applied just the right amount of glitter and eyeliner to look like a mythical creature brought to life in Steve’s eyes. Naturally, he fell head over heels instantly. Eddie had been skeptical when Steve offered him a free coffee and put his number on the cup, his face bright red as he stammered out an introduction, but quickly learned Steve was earnest in his attention.
They each had their fumbles early in their relationship - Steve having been bisexual in theory only before meeting Eddie and Eddie having trust issues a mile long. But things had been going really well the past few months and Steve was thinking of asking Eddie to move in with him and Robin…until he started to get distant a few weeks ago. At first it was little things - taking longer than usual to reply to a text, not coming in for his early morning coffee before work saying he’d overslept and was running late. Nothing earth shattering…then he forgot they had plans and left Steve sitting awkwardly all alone at their favorite Greek restaurant two weeks ago. When he finally answered his phone Eddie had apologized over and over saying it completely slipped his mind and he’d make it up to Steve. He hadn’t - in fact it only got worse from there.
Now he would take days to reply to a text, and had blown Steve off multiple times saying he was tired from work or D&D stuff. When Steve tried to ask Dustin casually about how busy Eddie must be with their campaign lately he said with a confused face, “we haven’t played for weeks he’s been too busy…” When Dustin tried to press for more information Steve just waved him off and rushed to the back claiming he needed to look for more coffee stirrers, hiding until Dustin was gone. Now it was the next day and his boyfriend, if he could even still call him that, had once again ignored his messages and Steve was about to give up completely.
With Eddie being distant, Robin had been dealing with a whiny Steve and listening to his complaints for weeks so he couldn’t be too mad at her for cutting him off. He just felt so confused and lost but most of all scared…he’d already lost one relationship due to another person catching his partner's eye. Though he agreed that Nancy and Jonathan were a better couple together; it had made him live in fear of being cheated on ever since. That’s why before Eddie he’d only dated casually - never taking any girls out more than 2 or 3 times before ending things between them and keeping his heart locked up tight. Robin was right though…it was time to talk to Eddie about the distance between them. He turned to beg Robin to cover his shift but before he could even open his mouth she sighed and said, “go….and just talk to him this time, please? You’re killing me.” He pecked her on the cheek, tossed his apron behind the counter and headed out - rushing to his boyfriend's apartment for what he hoped wasn’t the last time.
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He felt bad for not texting or calling that he was coming over but he knew that he had to get answers and couldn’t wait for another vague excuse to keep him away so he just knocked on the apartment door while trying to calm his racing heart. After a few long moments, just as he was about to knock again, Eddie finally opened the door - squinting at Steve like he was a mirage, “Steve? What on earth are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Eddie looked…well he looked like a bit of a mess to be honest - sweaty hair pulled into a hasty bun on the top of his head, his skin was pallid, eyes surrounded by darker circles than usual and the clothes he had on looked like they’d been on him for a few days. Steve relaxed for a minute thinking he must have been sick and that’s why he wasn’t answering given how he looked but then his eyes drifted down. 'Hey, this is normal for boyfriends - okay?' he thought to himself as he took note of the fact that Eddie was half hard in his sweatpants. Why would that be if he wasn’t with someone? It was too late in the day for it to just be morning wood, even for Eddie, who rarely rolled out of bed before noon.
“I was worried…I haven’t gotten any replies from you in a few days so I thought maybe something was wrong. You look a little tired babe, are you feeling okay?” Steve said and made his way to come in the apartment but Eddie stopped him. “Trust me sweetheart you do not want to see this place right now it’s a disaster zone…yeah I’ve been feeling kind of crappy lately. I’m sorry for not answering,” Eddie said, putting his hand on the back of his neck and sighing. “I don’t mind a little mess, why don’t you let me come in and make you some soup? I would have taken care of you if I’d known,” Steve said, pushing back Eddie’s bangs to feel if he had a fever. Eddie looked behind the door nervously and Steve felt his heart clench again but then shockingly he said, “okay come on in…I’m really sorry though,” and opened the door before starting to pick up dozens of empty take out containers, pizza boxes, Mountain Dew bottles and beer cans.
“No wonder you’re not feeling better if you’ve been eating all this junk Eds…why don’t you go take a nice long shower and I’ll tidy up then fix you something nutritious?” Steve said, taking his hand and leading him through the bedroom and into the bathroom. If he did it under the guise of helping but he really just wanted to make sure the apartment was truly empty no one needed to know. “Okay mom, I’m going - I’m going,” said Eddie with a dramatic eye roll before he placed a soft kiss on Steve’s cheek and stepped towards the shower, “unless you wanna join me instead…” he trailed off and looked up at Steve with heady, bedroom eyes. As much as Steve longed to take him up on that offer the traitorous voice in the back of his mind still beckoned for him to use this time to look around the apartment for clues, “I would but I need to tend to the germy cesspool out there, maybe if you’re feeling better later I can make it up to you,” Steve responded before starting to pick up the dirty laundry around the bathroom to keep his eyes hidden. He felt like if he looked deeply in Eddie’s eyes every fear and doubt would come spilling out so it was better to keep his hands busy.
Suddenly a few more items were tossed in his arms and he looked up to see Eddie fully nude taking his hair down without any inhibition or shame - a quality Steve always envied because he couldn’t help but judge every inch of his own body harshly. “Suit yourself sweetheart,” he said with a wink before turning on the water until it was warm and stepping behind the curtain. Steve flushed bright red then rushed out to toss the laundry in the machine and gather the trash - every action driven by a need to see if Eddie had been with anyone else.
The sheets were rumpled but no telling stains, no condom wrappers in the trash, one cup half full of water, one mug of stale, half drunk coffee, one cereal bowl, no one’s clothes or shoes but Eddie’s lying around. Steve started to relax thinking he really had just been dramatic then he heard soft music coming from Eddie’s computer and bit his lip before deciding just to go for it and peeked at what was on the screens.
On one screen was a beautiful drawing Eddie was working on of what looked like himself as a fantasy character in a…compromising position with a white haired vampire. Eddie…or whatever this demonic creature was that had his face, hair and even some of his tattoos was being pushed into the dirt of a cemetery and fucked by the other man, who also had his fangs dug into Eddie’s neck.
Eddie himself had fangs that dripped with blood; as well as red skin, black curved horns on top of his head and a tail which was…Steve blushed and turned away for a moment when he realized just what the tail was doing. When he turned he noticed the other monitor had a website Steve had seen Eddie reading from before but didn’t really understand - he just sort of assumed it was D&D related. It had detailed notes about a story…judging by the username it was a story Eddie had written.
Touching You Makes Me Feel Alive by CCFreak69
Baldur’s Gate (Video Games)
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Baldur’s Gate (Video Games)
Relationship:
Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters:
Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)
Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags:
PWP
for now but I might add more plot later?
Blood kink
Dom/sub
Vampire sex
Biting
duh lol
References to torture
from Astarions past not between him and OC
don’t worry ;)
they’re switches bitches
Blood as lube
*eyes emoji*
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-08-20 Updated: 2023-08-20 Words: 4,493 Chapters: 1/? Comments: 5 Kudos: 16 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 585
Summary: Kas and Astarion are finally alone together and their quest at an end - but is Astarion right? Can two vampires coexist or will their selfish, hungry nature cause a rift to grow between them?
Author’s Note: I haven’t been able to put down BG3 unless it’s to draw fanart or read fanfic so I figured maybe I’d try to write my own. This is my first time writing fic but I’ve been a DM for years so I know how to craft a good story…I think. Anyway enjoy and please be careful of the tags! Back to the game I go for more inspiration!
Steve took a picture on his cell of both screens, knowing he’d need to figure out what it all meant later, then turned the screensaver back on before hurrying to the kitchen. He decided to make some ramen, since Eddie didn’t have much in his pantry, with a few added ingredients to make it slightly healthier - frozen edamame, some leftover rotisserie chicken and a soft boiled egg. He had just placed the egg on top and was debating cutting it for him just as Eddie emerged in fresh pajamas, hair still hanging damp down his back.
“Ooh can I do it? You know I love watching the yolk ooooooze out - it’s my favorite part,” Eddie said, plastering himself to Steve from behind. It made his mind flash back to the art he’d just seen and he stepped away quickly, maybe a little too quickly. Eddie looked at him with a slight furrow in his brow but Steve quickly said, “you’re sick, remember? Sorry I just want to make sure I don’t get all germy and pass it on. Especially to Robin - she’d kill both of us. Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll bring your soup over, egg untouched - I promise.”
Eddie frowned a little but did what he was told and dramatically draped himself on the couch, complaining of aches and exhaustion. Steve set the bowl and chopsticks in front of him on the coffee table then debated sitting on the bean bag chair as a way to put some separation between them but reached for Eddie’s computer chair instead. A squeak that turned into a violent cough came from Eddie when Steve headed to that area but he just wheeled the chair over to the living room area and sat in it, Eddie’s reaction giving him more fuel for his mission of figuring out what was going on.
“You okay? You sure you don’t need me to get some cough drops?” he asked as he sat down in the swiveling chair. Eddie slapped his hand against his chest a few times then eased his cough down at least, “yeah no…I’ll be okay. I just got a weird spit bubble down the wrong pipe…you don’t wanna sit here? Or on the bean bag?” “Well I didn’t know where you’ve been sitting while you were sick but I figured this chair should be clean - you wouldn’t be using your computer while ill,” Steve reasoned, raising his brow slightly as if to challenge Eddie to say otherwise. “No…yeah, good point,” Eddie mused before tucking into his soup, wolfing it down in minutes then picking up the bowl to slurp all the broth down.
“Come on, let’s get you tucked back in bed,” Steve said, taking him by the hand and leading him into the bedroom where he climbed under the sheets and laid back with a dramatic sniff. “I wish you could stay…” Steve smoothed his hair back and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, “rest up and text me when you’re feeling better then I promise plenty of quality time in the bedroom. Let me know if you need any supplies or medicine, okay?” He knew that this was all a ruse and nothing was really wrong but he wanted to really sell the fact that Eddie should be contacting him more as he closed the bedroom door and went to clean up the ramen bowl.
He took one last glance in the direction of the computer but knew he had enough information for now and headed out, calling faintly to the bedroom for Eddie that he was leaving now. He closed the apartment door behind him and texted Robin, ‘come straight home after work - need you for research,’ before pocketing his phone. Before he could head towards the stairs he heard the skittering of the wheels of Eddie’s computer chair across the floor and him croon out in a goofy sing song voice, “Helloooooooo loverrrrrrrr.” Clearly he’d waited seconds for Steve to go and get right back on the PC. Steve needed to find out why, soon, before he lost his boyfriend forever.
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‘You know I never do anything straight but I’ll be there ASAP’ Robin replied and he sent a ‘haha’ reaction before sitting down to google more about this game, that vampire creature and the name of the website Eddie had been writing for. The game itself was a video game that explored a lot of the same lore, themes, and character archetypes as D&D so that made sense why Eddie had been playing so much. Then he bit his lip googling Astarion and saw a bevy of fan art - some sad, a lot of it lewd, but all of it depicting this man as if he were the most beautiful creature who had ever lived. For more reasons than Eddie’s attachment to him, Steve found himself jealous of this fictitious being.
Reading his back story though Steve felt his heart begin to shake - how awful it must be to go through so much of your life being forced to bring others to their death and being used for your body and your lifesblood so ruthlessly. Then he found himself reading a huge argument about whether or not something called ‘ascended Astarion’ was a good path or not and his head began to swim so he swapped to the website the story was on instead and after a bit of frustrated searching he finally located Eddie’s work and began to read.
Kas felt like he had been waiting his entire life to feel like this. Growing up an orphaned tiefling he only managed to stay alive because of his charm, musical talents and ability to spin a yarn (and developing a knack for pick pocketing). But now he not only lived a life of luxury, he had more power and strength than ever thanks to a mind flayer of all creatures. For if he’d never been captured and taken aboard that Nautiloid he wouldn’t have the illithid powers or have met Astarion who also bestowed the gift of vampire spawn upon him.
Of course…that’s not all Astarion gave him. He shivered remembering the last time they were here in the city - Astarion had visited his own gravesite out of some necessity driving him. Madness, grief, humor? It was hard to tell even now what his lover was thinking all the time. He’d had to grow so capable of hiding his true thoughts and feelings while under Cazador's rule that even now he struggled to know them himself at times.
Kas tried to say the right things to ease his lover's pain as they knelt in the dirt where those who’d loved him in his past life had paid their respects. But in the end words were not what Astarion wanted - and Kas would give him whatever he wanted, no matter what. He wasn’t his spawn yet, couldn’t be forced by command to do anything…but when Astarion told him to undress he didn’t hesitate.
Something in that eloquent commanding tone always brought Kas’ mind to a soupy, slow daze and he would do anything that Astarion said happily, like an eager pet. Astarion stripped efficiently, raising a challenging eyebrow when Kas tried to help that sent him back to his place, kneeling at his lover's feet. Only once he’d exposed every inch of his pale skin to the open air did Astarion reach for Kas again.
He was laid down in the soft dirt, hands clasped together over his head until he was told otherwise as Astarion licked a path he’d soon follow with his fangs along Kas’ neck. “Don’t move darling…this won’t hurt a bit,” Astarion whispered against Kas’ throat before his fangs sank into the soft flesh and he greedily gulped at the blood running down.
Kas whimpered, the icy feeling of fangs penetrating his flesh never ceased to make his body tremble all over, but held still while his lover took what he needed. He was surprised actually by how quickly Astarion pulled away, normally he drank all he could until Kas was lightheaded, but never enough to make him pass out of course.
Tonight it seemed there were other plans as Astarion pressed the pads of his fingertips into the fresh holes, causing Kas to wince as more blood oozed out. “I know that stings a little darling but it’ll make everything else I have planned easier I promise,” he cooed while coating his fingers in the red, sticky liquid before pushing Kas hips up and rubbing it against his entrance.
It should feel wrong to lose his own life’s blood only to have it returned to him in this way but he couldn’t help but sigh and eagerly welcome the seeking, stretching pull and push of Astarion's fingers as they teased him open. The wet sound of blood sliding back into his body made him so hard he was worried he wouldn’t be able to last much longer and while he managed to hold his limbs still as he’d been instructed his tail began to wander like it had a kind of its own.
It slid along Astarion's thigh, gently caressing the soft skin there, and his lover paid it no mind as he was busy taking one last quick sip of blood from Kas’ inner thigh. Spitting the mouthful into his hands he began to slick up his cock - the deep red against his pallid skin should look terrifying but Kas just let his hips fall open a little wider and grinned up at Astarion as he sunk in at last.
Kas laid there in the dirt, completely at his lover's mercy as he teasingly began what would undoubtedly be a long night together on the hallowed ground. His tail found its way to Astarions chest and his lover gently caressed it before pulling it into his mouth to suck on it like he would Kas’ erection every morning, without losing the rhythm of his thrusts.
Kas’ arms ached and his hands longed to hold onto Astarion but he stayed put, sweat pooling on his skin and making the dirt cling to him. The feeling of bloodydirtysweatyfucking just driving him closer and closer to the brink. Astarion flipped him over in a flash, also seemingly eager to find release.
Now his sweaty brow pushed into the increasingly muddy soil beneath him and Kas dug his fingertips into the ground, but still kept his hands above his head as Astarion eagerly thrust into him. Desperate for some part of his body to touch his lover; his mind once again twitched his tail into action and it slipped, wet with blood and spit from his lover's mouth, to tease Astarions hole.
At first it just slapped wetly against the skin, unable to catch as he moved in and out of Kas, but then the tail began to bob along, slicking up the entrance and teasing it with the tip of the soft fleshy appendage.
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“Oh? Does my cheeky little pup think he has earned the right to penetrate me? Well, go on then - show me what you can do pet,” Astarion hissed eagerly in Kas’ ear, stroking the base of his tail suggestively before resuming his thrus-
“Oh god…okay I did not need to know that much about your boyfriend fucking a vampire twink,” Robin said, making a dramatic heaving noise. “Sorry… Sorry, I’m just so confused. Does this mean he’s in love with some video game character? Is he losing it? Does he think this is real?” Steve said, looking back at the lurid words on his phone screen.
“No…I mean, probably not. Fanfic is pretty common - especially amongst geek cultural spaces like the one’s Eddie is in. Sometimes it really is just writing for the sake of writing just like how in D&D if Eddie’s bard sleeps with a guard for information it’s not real and he’s not cheating but rather doing something his character would do. Make sense?” “Wait…he’s also sleeping with people in D&D? Robinnnn what do I do?” Steve whined, flopping down on the couch.
“Dingus none of it’s real…okay, for example - who was the last person you had a sexy dream about?” “Eddie,” he answered, completely serious. “Other than your boyfriend, obviously, work with me here.” He thought about it for a minute…he hadn’t dreamt of anyone since meeting Eddie but before that, “I guess probably Dua Lipa?” Robin grinned, “nice! Okay so my point though is - is that dream cheating, to you?” “Well it happened before Eddie and I met so no…but I guess even if it had happened after, no? Because it’s not real it’s just a dream and it’s not like I could control it.”
“Well okay that is one difference is with this kind of stuff Eddie’s in control but it still doesn’t make it cheating - it’s not real. He might imagine his character’s in these situations with other characters or NPCs but he still comes home to you afterwards - make sense?” “But he hasn’t been…I mean you see how distant he’s been. I guess I don’t mind if he likes this vampire guy…he is kinda hot, but he’s literally prioritizing him over me. Isn’t that bad?” Steve sighs. “Yeah…that part isn’t ideal,” Robin mused, looking back at the photos on Steve’s screen then she lit up, “hey…I might have an idea - do you still have those clothes Eddie got you to wear to the Ren Faire a few months ago?”
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A few hours, and an emergency trip to Ulta and Party City later, Steve was in a pair of brown linen pants, brown boots, a white frilly shirt and the worst wig he’d ever seen. “Robin this is beyond even my styling skills - this wig is just not going to work. Can I go without it?” Steve was trying to breathe some life into the cheap plastic wig but the pickings had been slim at Party City since it wasn’t close to Halloween. Instead of looking like Astarion he looked more like Danny Phantom despite a lot of effort and most of his good hair spray going to waste. “Not if you want to sell this - just pin this part back so it’s at least out of your eyes and it’ll do. Now sit still and let me finish your makeup.”
“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have gotten a little glitter…” he pouted. “No - I refuse to go Twilight. Besides glitter isn’t fantasy adjacent or whatever,” she said, waving her hand before smudging his eyeliner then applying a red lip stain and sticky gloss to make it look like he’d just drained a victim of their blood. “Now the piece de resistance,” she meticulously washed her hands of the makeup and then inserted the red contact lenses in his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised to see it actually looked pretty good.
“Okay…I think it’s time,” he said, picking up his phone and keys to head back to Eddie’s…who still hadn’t texted him even once. “Oh shit - almost forgot!” Robin ran to the door with his fangs in her hand - they’d molded them to his teeth earlier then set them aside to dry. “Thanks Robs - you’re the best. Wish me luck!” “You don’t need it - Eddie adores you, he’s just taking this game a little too seriously. You’ll remind him what you two have is real and he’ll come around. If he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass,” she said as she ushered him out the door.
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Standing in front of his boyfriend's door again Steve felt all his nerve dissipating now that Robin wasn’t there to cheer him on. Was this ridiculous? Did he look stupid? Was he going to lose Eddie forever? He went to bite his lip nervously then felt a pricking sensation and remembered he had the fangs on. With a sigh he knocked at the door and waited for Eddie’s judgment - good or ill.
The door swung open dramatically and Eddie looked at him with a devilish grin, the art Steve had looked at earlier flashed in his mind and made him blush, before saying in his dramatic DM voice, “well well well…look what the mind flayer dragged in. What are you doing back here baby? Not that I’m complaining about seeing you or this delicious ensemble you’ve got going.”
Steve realized that in all their efforts to prepare him physically he really hadn’t thought about what to say. The stress, emotional exhaustion and overstimulation caused him to just word vomit his woes out all at once. “I know I’m not the best boyfriend and I don’t always understand all your interests but lately you’ve been ignoring me more and more and I just couldn’t take it. I started to worry you were cheating on me, not that I’d blame you if you did. Everyone leaves me eventually once they realize I’m not good enough.”
Eddie made a noise of protest but Steve just kept going, “and you’re so gorgeous, creative, talented - I’m just a guy who makes coffee for a living. I probably never should have asked you out in the first place you’re way too good for me but I just…” Steve realized he was about to say the L word, something he’d been saving for their impending conversation about living together, and not something he wanted to say in an upsetting rant.
“I just fell for you right away and all I wanted was to do everything I could to make you smile or make you laugh every day. So…when I came by earlier I won’t lie I was snooping to see if you had another guy here. I just - I just had to know. Then I looked at your computer and I saw what you were doing.” He blushed bright red as he continued on, knowing if he didn’t lay all his cards out before Eddie spoke he’d always keep holding part of it back.
“So Robin suggested that if there is, in fact, another man who had caught your eye - fictional or not…I should do my best to compete. I realize now it’s a little bit…well a lot foolish but I just thought if this was what made you happy maybe I could do it for you. I realize now it’s probably just another one of my stupid ideas and I should go…” Steve pulled the wig off with a grunt, his temples aching from where it had been squeezing too tightly, and started to turn to leave.
Eddie grabbed his hands gently and pulled him into the apartment, tightly embracing him, squeezing as hard as his skinny arms could. Steve sighed softly, letting himself sink into the arms of his boyfriend while he still could. When he felt his shoulder grow damp he pulled Eddie back gently and wiped the tears falling from his eyes. “I’m so sorry Stevie…I’ve been a terrible boyfriend. If anything you should be leaving because of how much I have messed things up, not you.”
“You have been nothing but kind, supportive and caring since day one and I’ve just been a weird, flighty mess. Honestly I don’t know what you see in me…” Eddie turned away, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. “I’m used to guys who get sick of my nerdy shit and leave so I guess it’s sort of become a shield - a take me or leave me kind of dumb ass move to the point that I didn’t realize I was doing it to you until today.”
Steve tossed the wig on the counter and carefully pulled Eddie’s hands away from his eyes, placing soft kisses on his damp eyelids. Eddie sighed, even as fresh tears fell, “I know you’re not like them…I know you’re good and true and you wouldn’t leave me if I just told you what was going on with me. I guess I just got scared and self isolated and…okay maybe got a little too addicted to the game.” They chuckled and Steve finally felt courageous enough to speak again.
“I was scared too…scared if I came off too clingy you wouldn’t like me anymore, so it’s my fault too - I should have fought harder for us.” Eddie leaned down and toyed with the laces on Steve’s shirt, “looks like you’re ready for combat to me. I was the coward this time Stevie…some hero of Faerun I turned out to be.” Steve held him close as his tears finally ran dry, his warm hands rubbing over Eddie’s back.
“Well, that’s why you need your party members right? And sometimes…you have to stay at camp and take a long rest before you go out on an adventure again. It’s okay - I’ll wait for you.” Eddie pulled back with a final sniff and an ecstatic grin broke out on his face, “you learned all that nerdy stuff for me?” “Eds - there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d take on a Mind Flayer right now if it would make you smile.”
“Oh my god I have the world's best boyfriend,” Eddie said with a grin before peppering kisses all over Steve’s face, neck, and as much of his chest as was visible through the laces of his shirt. When that wasn’t enough Eddie began tugging at them with a whine, desperate to tangle his fingers in Steve’s chest hair as he worshiped him. Steve laughed, deep and loud, and it reverberated against Eddie’s lips making him feel warm all over.
“I just got here and you’re already ready to rid me of my costume?” Steve teased but didn’t hesitate to pick Eddie up in a bridal carry and start walking slowly towards the bedroom. Eddie squealed and laughed at first, enjoying his boyfriends antics and affection, then realized just how slow Steve was walking. “Baby? Are you okay? Did you hurt your back? You can just put me down, it’s okay.”
“Oh no my back is fine I’m just heavily encumbered,” Steve said with a deadpan face. Eddie froze, his mind a complete blue screen, then he cackled laughing and laid back dramatically in his lover's arms. “I’m so sorry to be such a burden darling…let’s get back to camp and see what I can do to lighten your load.” Steve resumed a normal pace then and gently lowered Eddie to the bed, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with love.
He began to meticulously undress Eddie, laying soft kisses on each piece of skin he uncovered, before shucking his boots and quickly divesting himself of his costume. When he reached for his own mouth Eddie leaned forward and stopped him with a blush that belied his direct tone, “Fangs stay on during sex.” Steve shivered, Eddie’s voice giving him goosebumps but did what he was told and climbed into bed to kiss and bite at Eddie’s lips with the added edge of the sharp teeth fitted neatly over his own.
Normally in the bedroom they took turns but since Eddie was more experienced he tended to be the one calling the shots but Steve couldn’t help but think of that story and wanted to give Eddie as much of the feeling’s Kas had as he could…without hurting him, obviously. Breaking their kiss he grasped Eddie’s hands together and put them over his head whispering, “can you hold them there? Will you be good?” Eddie whined but his eyes burned into Steve’s as he nodded and grasped the headboard.
Steve trailed gentle bites, never breaking the skin but making sure the pressure of the fangs were felt, down Eddie’s neck, chest and then along his thighs before making sure to cover them with his lips as he teasingly licked and sucked at the head of his dick. After a while he could feel Eddie’s thighs twitching as the nerves running down them overloaded from the sensation so he pulled off with a wet pop and grinned before lifting Eddie’s hips up and bending his body in half until he was in a mating press position, panting on the bed.
He placed one more kiss on his lips then pulled back to pop the fangs off, which made Eddie whine, but he carefully placed them on the nightstand and all too quickly it was clear why they had to leave the scene…for now. Steve tugged at Eddie’s cheeks, eagerly watching as his lover's hole was presented to him like a feast and he greedily dug in. He lapped at the tight furl, until the quivering flesh began to relax and stretch then he began to slip more and more of his strong tongue inside - messily trailing spit everywhere he went.
He leaned back briefly to spit directly inside before wiping his fingers on the saliva and starting to tease the rim - never sinking into the wet heat as much as Eddie wanted just slipping inside the edge and pulling gently before sinking in to just the first joint. When he finally sank a finger inside Eddie sighed dreamily and Steve let his eyes drift back to his face, heart full at Eddie’s expression. His brown eyes were almost black, his pupils were so blown out and he had a little wetness on his lashes - clearly not from pain but from joy and pleasure.
Steve reached over to the bedside table with his free hand, his finger still teasing his boyfriend’s entrance, grabbing his fangs as well as lube and a condom from the night stand. He slipped the fangs back on with a quick snap then began to carefully work in a little lube at a time so it wouldn’t all just hit Eddie’s hole in one cold squirt. He added additional fingers as he went until Eddie let out a desperate whine and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Slipping the condom on and lubing up his erection made Steve hiss, he’d been so laser focused on teasing Eddie he’d been unintentionally edging himself the whole time. He tried desperately to think of baseball, traffic jams, and annoying customers at work to calm himself down as he sank into Eddie at last - both of them groaning as they clung together. Steve bit his own lip, thankfully not hard enough to bleed, as he began to slowly thrust - not wanting to hurt Eddie but knowing he wasn’t going to last long.
Eddie’s knuckles were white from where he gripped the headboard and he couldn’t help but let out soft little ah ah ahs as Steve pinned him in half against the soft mattress and fucked into him with growing speed. Just when they seemed to be building to something, Steve pulled out, a frustrated sigh slipping from Eddie’s lips but before he could say anything else Steve flipped him over effortlessly.
Thinking back to the story Steve pushed his face down into the mattress and lifted his hips up before sinking back in and fucking him from behind faster than ever. A combination of the manhandling, the new angle and the lewd wet noise of their bodies connecting with each thrust of Steve’s hips sent them both over the edge quickly. As he came into the condom Steve pulled Eddie’s hair, lifting his face enough off the bed that he could kiss him. Eddie attempted to kiss back as best he could but was really just panting against his lips as he came harder than he ever had before.
After a few moments of catching their breath, Steve carefully pulled out and went to dispose of the condom and grab a washcloth to clean them both up while Eddie starfished on the bed in a daze. He could barely feel Steve wiping him off, his entire skin was buzzing like pins and needles - his brain on fire. Only when Steve let out a gasp of shock did he feel himself coming somewhat back to proper consciousness. “What’s wrong baby?”
Steve rushed back to the bathroom and came back this time with the first aid kit babbling, “I’m so sorry Eddie I didn’t mean too,” as he carefully cleaned a tiny cut on Eddie’s lip from the fangs. Meanwhile Eddie just grinned, shivering at the tiny zing of pain from pulling his lips away from the cotton swap brought him. “Baby…it’s okay. I asked for it - remember? I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t ready to shed a little blood,” he teased, running his tongue over the cut lewdly.
“Eds…I just disinfected that,” Steve chided and tried to grab more medicine from the kit. Eddie took it out of his hands and tossed it onto the nightstand before pulling Steve back into bed, “leave it baby…I promise it’ll be okay. If you’re really worried you could always kiss it better?” he teased with a raised eyebrow. Steve sighed and shook his head before placing a featherlight kiss just below the cut, fangs obviously also left behind in the bathroom, “that’s all you can have for now. I need at least 20 minutes before anything more exciting.”
The two laughed at that and snuggled into bed together, continuing to talk about their feelings these past few weeks and how to communicate issues better in the future together - because they did both want a future together. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s long hair as he began to drift into a doze, using Steve’s hairy chest as a pillow and whispered, “Eds…are you still awake?” “Hmmmm…” he mumbled back sleepily.
“I just wanted to say,” Steve took a deep breath to steady himself, making Eddie’s head rock and his boyfriend giggle slightly, “I did all this today because I don’t want to lose you and…I had to make sure that you knew how I felt before you made a decision about us because…I’m in love with you Eddie Munson.” Eddie’s head snapped up instantly, eyes wide despite how close he was to slumber, “really?”
Steve half grinned, still a little nervous but nodded, “I think I have been since the moment we met if I’m honest. It’s like I knew you were the one and I couldn’t let you go. I don’t mean to, so. I just had to tell you. It’s okay if you don-” Eddie leapt from the bed, careless of his nudity and ran to the living room, “I have to show you something!” Steve nervously followed, though he slipped his boxer briefs on first and brought Eddie’s boxers along with him knowing there was only a 50/50 chance his chaotic boyfriend would bother putting them on.
“So in the game…you have this person called a Dream Visitor who is sort of your perfect, ideal lover that calls out to you in your mind and eventually you can even meet them on the astral plane,” Eddie explained as he booted up his computer and minimized everything he had open to reveal his background image. It was a large man with hazel eyes, brown hair and golden armor on - looking every part the heroic icon. “This is my Dream Visitor…it’s you,” Eddie explained, gesturing to the man. “I mean it isn’t perfect because you can’t customize them quite as much as you can your Tav but…”
Eddie stood, turning away from the screen and taking Steve’s face in his hands, “I knew I couldn’t base it off anyone but you. Vampires and druids and drow twins aside - all the fantasy characters in the world have nothing on you. I always wanted my dream to be you. I love you too, Steve Harrington.” Steve pulled Eddie into his arms and kissed him eagerly, not caring one bit that a few tears had sprung from his eyes, he was just so happy. “You really mean it?”
“Of course I mean it…I really am sorry for how I’ve been acting but I promise you are what matters most to me and I’m going to do more to show it.” Steve hesitated for a moment but decided it was now or never, “like moving in together?” Eddie grinned then looked a bit unsure, “you sure you want me there all the time when sometimes I just become this person?” he asked, gesturing towards the computer.
“I think I want you no matter what and to be honest, I’m a pretty big fan of that person. He gave me some really good ideas for the bedroom, “Steve whispered, kissing his neck. “Has it been 20 minutes yet?” Eddie said with a hiss as Steve’s mouth trailed downward. “Definitely,” he said with a grin and they raced to the bedroom again, Eddie’s boxers left forgotten on the living room floor.
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Steve woke up the next morning alone but the sound of Eddie singing and clattering around in the kitchen made him smile and whisper to himself, “my boyfriend loves me…we’re moving in together.” He threw on his underwear and a t-shirt of Eddie’s before heading towards the noise. “Morning sweetheart,” he said, grasping Eddie’s hips from behind and hugging him carefully as he stirred scrambled eggs in a pan.
“Damn I was hoping I could surprise you with breakfast in bed…figures I got too carried away writing and now you’re up,” he said with a sigh. “Is breakfast in bed something I can look forward to when we live together?” Steve asked teasingly. “Oh definitely - foot massages every night and breakfast in bed daily, blow jobs every other day…just because I’ve got to rest my jaw,” Eddie said with a lascivious wink.
They ate breakfast together, making plans about what furniture would go and what they could sell - how much Robin was going to gloat over being right and what they’d do to make sure Eddie didn’t get too lost in the fantasy worlds of his dreams again. In a moment of quiet Steve mused out of nowhere, “I can’t believe you went the ascended Astarion route by the way…poor guy deserves a break, not to turn into his abuser.”
Eddie nearly spat out his coffee, “oh my god you read too many tumblr articles while doing research didn’t you? You’ll see when I get you to play what route you take, hmm?” On the screen of Eddie’s computer was a new story - he’d woken up at 3am eager to get his thoughts out and it had come together really well. Maybe he’d show it to Steve later for more inspiration.
Slept So Long by CCFreak69
Baldur’s Gate (Video Games)
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Multi
Fandom:
Baldur’s Gate (Video Games)
Relationship:
Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)/Original Male Character(s); Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)/Original Male Character(s)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters:
Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)
Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags:
PWP
404 plot not found just cocks
Can’t believe that wasn’t a tag
Threesome - M/M/M
Who needs lube in the astral plane?
Vampire sex
Biting
Dream Daddy meets Baldur’s Gate
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-08-21 Updated: 2023-08-21 Words: 6,395 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 23 Bookmarks: 9 Hits: 742
Summary: Kas has a very vivid dream about his Dream Visitor and Astarion spending a seemingly endless night together on the astral plane. He knows it’s too good to be true but he won’t argue with such a lovely fantasy crossing his mind.
Author’s Note: Those of you who’ve seen my Tav may know I also based by Dream Visitor off my real life boyfriend who not only put up with my addiction to BG3 almost ending our relationship but also showed up at my door dressed as Astarion to try and get my attention away from the game. Needless to say it worked and we’re moving in together soon! When I showed him the Dream Visitor he got so excited that I had also been thinking of him when playing the game so this fic is a little treat for him (and me of course hehe).