For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door and waits for Emcee to enter first.

The bedside lamps are lit. The rest of the room is dark.

Comments

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shivers a little but doesn't open his eyes or pull away. He might even grow warmer at Eric's touch.

No one would ever say It's only Eric Northman, but Emcee still trusts him to not kill him if he suddenly wakes up and wants a snack.

And so he drifts into a deep sleep. Dreaming of water, steam, heat. Warm skin. Blood. Sex.

[onceaviking]

The sun rises and moves across the sky.

Eric is still and silent and cold.

He dreams of killing and rage. And hands stroking his face and hair.
And blood.

[i_am_your_host]

During the course of his slumber, Emcee gravitates to the nearest large body, whether it's warm or cold. And he ends up with his cheek pressed against a cold shoulder, fingers lightly resting on a cold arm. His dreams shift away from heat and blood, to a subconscious, recurring need to keep someone close and warm.

[onceaviking]

There is someone next to him. Someone warm and soft and alive.

Eric's lips pull back, revealing teeth and then fangs.
And then his lips slowly relax again.

Familiar scent. Familiar heat beat.

Eric drifts in the darkness of the room and his dreams fill with tangled limbs.
And more blood.

[i_am_your_host]

Sometimes Emcee fades in and out of sleep as the daytime wears on. But he never moves away from Eric or his coldness.

The sun begins to go down, and Emcee begins to stir. Hunger gets the better of him.

[onceaviking]

In the grey space between night and day, Eric's hands twitch a little.
His eyes open.
And close again.

He slowly turns over, one arm and one leg extending across warm skin, as his mouth seeks out the warmest spot. A face. A neck.

Hunger can get the better of everyone.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee doesn't open his eyes until he feels the very deliberate movement of an arm and a leg, both very heavy and cold, sliding over his body. He awakens fully with a shiver, gasping softly when Eric's cold lips find the side of his neck.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips move across Emcee's skin, searchingly.
His fangs aren't down.

Not yet anyway.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee closes his eyes and breathes deeply as his heartbeat begins to quicken. He slips an arm around him, skating the palm of his hand up and down his back.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, rumbly sound and moves on top of him.

Naked. Cold. Hard.

He opens his mouth and licks at Emcee's warm skin with his tongue.

[i_am_your_host]

He exhales a soft whimper when Eric presses his cold, hard weight on top of him, and he parts his thighs, angling his hips to rub against his flesh. He tips his head back, exposing more of his throat, shuddering with each pass of that cool tongue.

[onceaviking]

"I want to bite you."

His voice is gravelly.
Low.

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes," he whispers.

He cups the back of Eric's head, stroking his hair.

"But please don't take too much, darling. Not right now."

At least he's lucid enough to say so. Eric ought to know by now that he would give him as much as he wanted if he could.

[onceaviking]

A small, soft mewl at the touch.

Then Eric drops fang and bends his head down to bite him.
He heard him.

He knows he has to be careful. Deep down, he knows.

He bites and his cock twitches against Emcee's thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

It's difficult to say no when a big, hot, Viking vampire mewls like a kitten in your ear.

(Emcee will never, ever say anything of this.)

He inhales a sharp gasp when his teeth sink in, coupled with the sensation of his solidness pressed against his inner thigh.

So very difficult to say no.

But he rubs his hips against Eric's, and wraps his warm, slender arms around him as far as he can reach.

[onceaviking]

And Eric slides his arms beneath Emcee, holding him close as he drinks.
Eyes closed.
Senses open.

[i_am_your_host]

It's a cold embrace. But just the fact that Eric is holding him turns him warm from the inside out.

He shifts his head slightly, pressing his cheek to Eric's temple, sighing into his hair. Rubbing against his hips.

"Fuck me?" he whispers in the smallest of voices, his lips barely moving against Eric's skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric shifts and moves a little - and slowly pushes against him. Into him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a soft, mewling sound himself, arching up against Eric's body as the cold penetrates him.

Panting hard, he keeps his cries soft and quiet, as if keeping this a secret. Which it is anyway. But some moments are better kept between the both of them.

[onceaviking]

And Eric buries his face in Emcee's neck as he thrusts and licks and touches.

Because some things are better kept like this.

He bites his tongue sooner than he wants to and keeps licking.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is peaking quickly, and with breathless whimpers he writhes underneath Eric's body. The cool, healing licks are rewarded as he squeezes around his cock and kisses his ear.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs his face against Emcee's neck.

It's not a snuggle.
Of course it isn't.

Just as his arms around him isn't an embrace.

[i_am_your_host]

Of course it isn't. Those are just words. What are words.

There don't have to be words for this, for when a vampire is in you so deep that you're shivering in his arms as he presses his face into your bloody neck. No words for when you come, silent and hard with the breath fucked out of you, clinging to marble cool shoulders as if for dear life.

[onceaviking]

Words are for the weak. The ones who need to define everything.

Eric chases Emcee's mouth with his own, blood dripping from his lips.

[i_am_your_host]

Catching his breath, Emcee licks at Eric's lips and then kisses him, gratefully. Trustingly. Running his fingers through his hair.