Fics like dripping out his mouth (like liquefied dying sparks)

The ferocity with which Eddie Munson’s beast hungers for him, and him alone, scares him. It is a hunger that can only be satiated by the sweet fruit of love and desire - by the dark red that drips down his wrists as he bites into it, as he sinks his teeth into the supple flesh and claims, consumes. But Eddie always ends up falling into temptation. He’ll give into the beast’s coaxing for him to turn around and face it - and he’ll blink and Steve will be under him, or on top of him, in his bed like he never left it to begin with. And Eddie will lose himself to the beast once more. Until he blinks again, and years have passed - Steve is gone, and where Eddie’s heart should be is a shredded hole where the beast has torn it apart. And he’ll have to start all over again. He’ll pick up the pieces, push the beast back down, ignore the ache in his chest that Steve has left behind. Try to live a life without him. Only to fall prey to the exact same thing, years later.

Fics like dripping out his mouth (like liquefied dying sparks)

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