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.

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[onceaviking]

Everything turns black-red. Then white.

Then he comes.

His fingers digging into Emcee's hip and shoulder, his mouth open in a silent sob.

He can feel Emcee's sweat rapidly cooling in his own skin. He can feel his pulse surround his cock. He can hear his heart -

oh.

Right.

[i_am_your_host]

Everything feels ten times more. The coolness, the wetness, the pressure of Eric's fingers, the sound of his own heartbeat.

He turns his head away from Eric's neck, trembling and gasping, his mouth sticky, tasting of intensely sweet-salty iron.

It's all too much, and there's no way to dial it back until it wears off.

[onceaviking]

There isn't.

It's easy to come undone, to fall apart like this.

Eric shifts his hold, letting go of Emcee's hip bone and the sharp point of his shoulder to slide his arms around him.

Holding him.

Hushing him.

Murmuring things about holding and protecting because, well because.

Because it's the kind of soothing nonsense you murmur when someone is trembling in your arms while their sweat is cooling on your skin.

And besides, as strung out as he is likely to be, it's doubtful he'll remember it as real.

And besides, it's practical in keeping him out of harm's way.

and he wants to

[i_am_your_host]

Eric's blood is like a drug. Whisking him away into some hyper-altered reality. Taking him to the extremes of perception and sensation.

Even with his eyes shut tight, he can feel his upper eyelid pressing down onto the lower. Every ragged breath of air flows down his windpipe into his lungs.

Eric's skin chills him to his core, and his whispered words sound like echoes in his skull.

no

I can't

let me go

make it stop

He's not sure if he's thinking these words or speaking them, as they sound so very loud in any case.

[onceaviking]

"Look at me."

Soft.
Whispered

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh god," he whimpers.

And he's pretty sure he said this aloud.

He can't look at him. He doesn't want to look at him. He's afraid of what he'll see when he opens his eyes.

Slowly, he turns his head.

Slowly, he forces his eyes open.

Tears spill from the corners of his eyes.

Eric's eyes are so bright and blue.

[onceaviking]

"Shhhh."

He can't deal with tears.

"Shhhh."

He strokes his face. Slowly.
Drying the wetness with his fingers.

"Shhhh."

[i_am_your_host]

What is Eric doing.

What is Eric doing.

Eric never does this.

"I'm sorry," he gasps, his breath hitching.

"I swallowed too much. I didn't mean to."

[onceaviking]

"Shhhh. It's okay," Eric murmurs, still stroking his face.

"It's okay. It'll be fine. Breathe."

He should have be more careful.

[i_am_your_host]

"I've never-"

He chokes a little on a ragged breath.

"I've never done that. Never. I can't- I don't-"

He shuts his eyes and sniffs, shaking his head.

Eric's fingers are cold on his flushed skin.

[onceaviking]

Nothing is scarier than what you can actually do.

"Shhhh."
Kissing him.

[i_am_your_host]

And then he feels Eric's lips.

And his whole body seems to melt under his kiss despite the coolness.

He touches his face, stroking his chiseled cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. He can center himself like this. It helps.

[onceaviking]

Kissing.
Slowly. Slowly.

Touching his hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's heartbeat slows to a near-normal pace, and his breathing has leveled off, aside from an occasional hitch. His tears have dried, but he still feels somewhat balanced on a knife's edge. Anything could keep him in utter bliss or send him into hysterics.

But Eric is solid. Weighing him down so he doesn't float away.

And his kisses are nice. Indescribably so.

[onceaviking]

Very solid.

He's retracted his fangs and he is keeping his kisses light.

Gentle.

He can be gentle.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee likes that. And he knows that he can be gentle. If he wants to be.

He slides his arms around his neck in a loose embrace. Just wanting to hold on, to anchor himself.

"Oh, Eric," he sighs between kisses.

"I'd be rubbish as a vampire."

Maybe an echo of something he once said, or not.

But at least he still has a grasp on his sense of humor.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips twitches a little.

"You wouldn't make it through the first night," he replies, his voice pitched low.

[i_am_your_host]

He huffs a chuckle, warm against Eric's lips, and kisses him softly.

"You wouldn't have the patience to teach me?"

[onceaviking]

"I wouldn't be able to keep you from coming apart," Eric murmurs.

And he'd want to.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sobers at the thought. That Eric would...care if he went mad.

"But you would try?"

[onceaviking]

"If you were my Progeny, you oold be my responsibility," Eric says, which isn't an answer.

And it being a not-answer rather answers his question.

[i_am_your_host]

He nods faintly. He understands that much, for a human.

And he kisses him again, still tasting of Eric's blood.

"How long is this going to last?" he then asks quietly. "I've never had this much before."

And he sees exactly why Eric only gives him what he needs to heal.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs a hand down Emcee's side.

"A little while," he says. "You should probably stay till you feel -"

[i_am_your_host]

"--like I don't feel as much?"

It's an intense high. Even as Eric touches his side, he gasps sharply, arching his body underneath him, shivering with cold and arousal.

"Oh god, I feel so hungry and horny at the same time."

[onceaviking]

A pause.

"Yes."

What else can he say?
That is exactly how it feels.

Another (gentle) touch to his side.