For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is quiet and cool.
Neat.

Once he's though the door he puts his phone and his keys on the desk and toes off his boots. His feet are bare. Pale against the floorboards.

He turns and looks at Emcee.
Pale. Tall. Looming in the half light of a single lamp at the bedside.

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[onceaviking]

He seems - more something than he normally does, but Eric isn't one to wonder why.
He simply avail himself of the opportunities as they present themselves.

And so he tilts his hips and rubs against Emcee. Slowly. A counterpoint to the hungry pull of his mouth.

[i_am_your_host]

If this is the last time, or even just the last time for a long time, that Emcee gets to be fucked and fed on by Eric, then he will damn well make it worthwhile.

He slides his hands around Eric's waist and down over his hips, following their slow and sensual movement as they grind against him. A whimpering sigh escapes him, the beauty of Eric's body making him just as lightheaded as his blood being drained.

[onceaviking]

Eric seems intently focused on feeding - but after a short while he does reach down to position himself, while moving his mouth away for the bites on Emcee's neck. Only to bite him again.

He is not thinking about whether this is the last time he will do this,
He doesn't think about things like that.


He refuses to.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shoves his own trousers down low enough so that Eric can move between his thighs, before his hands return to Eric's hips, fingertips reactively pressing into the firm flesh when he bites him again.

Rolling his eyes closed, he exhales a strained moan. He can feel his blood flowing over his skin, Eric's slick mouth and tongue working at him, slowly devouring him.

It's all right. He'll do the thinking for both of them.

[onceaviking]

And - yes.

Eric penetrates him slowly, very briefly imagining doing just the same with Talbot.
And then abandoning the thought because it makes him shake inside. With rage.

He releases a breath against Emcee's wet and sticky skin and bites his own tongue to lick the wounds closed.
That he might bite him again.
And again.

[i_am_your_host]

With breathless gasps of pleasure, he arches and writhes under Eric's solid, unyielding body as he fills him completely, wanting him as deep as possible. And then Eric continues to devour him, slow and thorough. Making the most of his meal.

One hand follows the upward slope of his spine, skimming over the back of his neck, trembling fingers curling lightly in his hair.

[onceaviking]

And to ensure just that - that he can make the most of this - Eric bites his tongue again and kisses Emcee, his tongue covered in slick, cool vampire blood.

He grabs hold of Emcee's hips and tilts them so he can get even deeper, slowing his pace at the same time.

[i_am_your_host]

The kiss is hot, wet, sticky, the taste of his own blood mingling with Eric's. And he coils his tongue around his, swallowing thirstily. He purrs with breathy delight as the blood starts to work, sending a renewed surge of warmth through his veins.

It intensifies everything, the kiss, the sensation of Eric's skin, and when he thrusts deeper into him, he clings to his broad shoulders with a muffled cry as he nearly comes.

Not yet, not yet.

[onceaviking]

Eric bites down again, this time closer to his collarbone, and slides almost all the way out - to be able to move all the way in, deep, deep, deeper, one large hand keeping his hips in place, the other cradling Emcee's face.

He growls a little, his lips moving against Emcee's skin.

[i_am_your_host]

He utters a groan of pain and ecstasy, almost delirious as Eric bites him and fills him again. His head spins, back arching sharply. Even his strong grip on his hips is arousing.

He tips his face against Eric's hand, panting heavily against his cool skin, murmuring his name between German profanities.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his thumb across Emcee's lips and then he presses it between them, as he steadily begins to increase his pace.

He should be able to take it now.

And that is the one thing he sometimes misses, being with humans. They're just so fragile.

[i_am_your_host]

Eyes half-closed, he sweeps his tongue along the length of Eric's thumb.

Breathing deeply and heavily, body thrumming, he clutches tighter at his shoulders, holding on in anticipation of what he can feel Eric is about to do next.

And he wants it.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls his mouth away from Emcee's skin, lips parted, pulled back and trembling.
And then his hips snaps forward as he tears into Emcee, with all the untamed wildness of the monster.

Almost.

The grip on Emcee's hip is firm, but not hard enough to leave a bruise.

[i_am_your_host]

He throws his head back with a shout, out of agony, out of exultation.

His fingertips dig into the solid muscle of Eric's shoulders.

"Fuck me, darling... Just fuck me..."

He can feel his own blood ooze out over his skin, feel it drip from Eric's lips.

[onceaviking]

And he does.

Even as he bites his tongue and licks Emcee's wounds closed (he's drunk deep and he doesn't want to hurt him), he fucks him so hard, so deep! as he would if he was not human. If he was a vampire. (But not the vampire he wanted to experiment with regards to, because he would not be able to hold back then at all).

[i_am_your_host]

He thought Eric had fucked him hard before; those times don't compare to this.

Just to feel him go impossibly deep. His cock impossibly, inhumanly hard. Every thrust drives a hoarse shout from his throat, every pound against his hips grinds him into the mattress.

Without Eric's blood, he would probably have passed out by now. But he's still holding on, still painfully aroused, still wanting more.

He starts to thrash and buck underneath him as if trying to get away, but it's just the build-up that's been growing and growing and never stopping that he can't contain. His shouts turn into keening, whimpering cries, his limbs begin to shake and tremble as he drags his fingernails down Eric's back.

[onceaviking]

And perhaps this is the greatest blow to Eric's climbs that he does not care for humans in anyway. That he always, always, holds back.

Even now.

Even when it feels like he doesn't.

He lifts one hand to his own mouth and bites down on his thumb, returning it to Emcee's lips, as he goes deep - and stops. Just for a second, he is completely still.

like this wouldn't do. He would have to be on his stomach. And then a pause, just long enough to let him know what was coming. That he would die in terror.

And then he moves again, moving his cool - but no long cold - hand away from Emcee's mouth and down to stroke him lightly. Just once.

[i_am_your_host]

It's becoming too much to take.

And just when it's becoming too much to take, Emcee tastes Eric's blood on his lips again, and he swallows.

For a second, it feels as if everything stops, and he forgets to breathe.

And in the second after, everything explodes.

It's more than an orgasm; it's beyond anything he's ever felt. He might actually have blacked out for a moment, because one instant his entire body has gone rigid, and the next instant it's gone completely boneless. He feels turned inside out, riding waves so high that the sound of his heartbeat flashes colors behind his tightly shut eyelids.

Fuck, Eric's blood is powerful shit.

[onceaviking]

Eric breathes. In. Out. His jaw and his fangs hurt.
The tightness in his balls is unbearable.

He pulls out. Slowly.
Breathes.
In.
Out.

There.

He relaxes his jaw and rolls his shoulders. Runs his fingers through his hair.
Wipes his mouth on the back of his arm, looking down at Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is conscious enough to be aware of Eric's tension.

He won't come. Emcee wishes he would.

Uttering a strained whimper when he pulls out, he opens his eyes a crack, just in time to see him run his fingers through his hair and wipe his bloody mouth. Only Eric can make it look so hot.

He closes his eyes again and heaves a deep sigh, stretching and curling his toes like a cat.

[onceaviking]

Eric drops one large hand on Emcee's belly. Curling his fingers lightly.

He could penetrate his skin, tear out his slippery entrails .

Relaxing his fingers slowly.

"Are you alright?"
Conscious? Coherent?

High?

[i_am_your_host]

He shudders a little when Eric lays a hand on his stomach. Ignorance is bliss.

He opens his eyes, lazily moving his gaze up Eric's brawny arm, to his bare chest and perfectly muscled torso, and oh god just looking at him is turning him on again. He shuts his eyes.

"Mmmhmm," he purrs, a faint smile on his lips.

Definitely high. Definitely still horny.

And exhausted, but pleasantly so.

[onceaviking]

"You can touch me if you like."
It's just a suggestion. In case he wants to.

Eric doesn't care either way.

Much.

[i_am_your_host]

...And he opens his eyes again. Very dark, under heavy, languid eyelids.

For a while he doesn't answer, as he stares at Eric's chest and wide shoulders and wonders vaguely how he finds shirts that will comfortably fit over them.

Then, slowly, he starts to sit up. Slowly, because he's a little achy, but his movements are still fluid, almost graceful, as he tucks his legs underneath him and sits on his hip in front of Eric. Eyes lowered, taking in the play of shadows and lamplight on Eric's body.

Placing a hand on his chest, lightly, just at his clavicle, he drags it downward, letting his fingertips trace over every swell of cool, hard, unyielding muscle.

"You know," he murmurs, "I have never seen Michelangelo's statue of David in real life, but I doubt I'd be that impressed by it."

[onceaviking]

Tailors. These days the answer to that would be tailors.
And Pam.

Eric's stomach muscles twitch a little under Emcee's fingertips. And his eyelids move down, just a little, as he watches the movement of Emcee's hand.

"I've seen Michelangelo once. I definitely wasn't impressed by him," he murmurs, his fangs still resting hard and heavy against his lower lip.