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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[i_am_your_host]

His breath hitches, and he swallows hard, licking his lips.

He obediently leans in, his quick, heavy breathing very warm against Eric's jaw.

He continues to stroke him, moving slower, fingers curling slightly tighter.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns his head a little more and catches Emcee's lips with his own.
He's not kissing Emcee. He is kissing Sookie. The way he would if she was his. Only, in that case he would likely retract his fangs.

He doesn't know.

They stay a hard and cold reality between their lips.

[i_am_your_host]

He exhales a quiet sigh, eyelashes fluttering, fingers trembling.

Eric's lips are a soft contrast to the danger of his fangs. But Emcee welcomes it, returning the kiss, slow and thorough. He slides his tongue past his teeth, licking at a fang, delicately avoiding its sharp point.

He can tell Eric isn't kissing him. He knows he's thinking of someone else, someone else entirely for whom these 'experiments' were meant. But it's not his place to consider asking who. He can only give Eric the illusion of what it might be like. And for his sake, he hopes that the reality, should it happen, will be better.

[onceaviking]

The kiss seems to excite him more than the fingers on his cock and it isn't long before he breaks it with a panted, " 'm coming."

A promise. A warning. It's hard to tell.

[i_am_your_host]

The promise/warning doesn't stop Emcee from stroking him. His thumb where Eric likes it, at just the right pressure.

Nor does it stop him from kissing the corner of his mouth, lips and tongue caressing what's exposed of one of his fangs.

He knows it will be messy but he doesn't care.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand settles at the side of Emcee's face as he deepens the kiss - moaning silently as he comes, coating Emcee's hand with cool, thick, dark blood.
Shuddering against his lips.
The muscles of his stomach twitching.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps.

But he doesn't pull back or let go.

He continues to slowly slide his fingers up and down his softening shaft. Slick, sticky. Indulging in how it feels. Eventually his hand goes still, but he doesn't move it just yet.

His breath is hot against Eric's mouth. He nuzzles his chin soothingly as he comes down, catching at his lower lip.

There's almost an intimacy to this. Something secret that shouldn't have happened.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his head back, just a little.
Taking a breath.

Then he slowly opens his eyes and looks at Emcee.
Sees him.

"I should wash," he says, sounding a little hoarse.
He doesn't move though.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee opens his eyes as well. His gaze is lowered, so the first thing he sees is Eric's mouth. A flick to the side, and he sees his hand resting on Eric's cock, coated in dark blood.

"I should, too," he murmurs.

Also not moving.

After a moment it becomes obvious that neither of them are moving.

But he turns his head a bit, the tip of his nose brushing against Eric's chin, as he glances up at his eyes and away again. His lips twitch.

"I think that was a rather successful experiment."

[onceaviking]

"I suppose," Eric says, sounding a little - not sad. Quiet perhaps.
"It was - it's been a while since I did this."

Last time was different. They both know that.

[i_am_your_host]

He nods.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asks, also quiet.

[onceaviking]

His lips quirks a little.

"You're very good at what you do," he replies. Which is both an answer and a not-answer.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sees what you did there, Eric.

He dips his head with a slight blush anyway. He knows he's good at what he does, but humans are the standard. Pleasing a vampire like Eric is a whole different level.

"I've had a bit of practice," he murmurs with a quick, coy glance up at him.

They're going to have to move eventually.

Emcee tentatively shifts his hand, smearing the blood over Eric's lower abdomen as he does so. It's starting to dry. They should really go wash.

[onceaviking]

Eric seems to have reached the same conclusion and sits up straight, rolling his shoulders a couple of times.

His jeans never got pushed more than halfway down and so he gets rid of them first, leaving them pooled at his feet.

The blood looks very dark spattered across his white, smooth skin.

"And you like doing it?" he asks as he gets off the bed.
He certainly seems to.

[i_am_your_host]

He watches Eric for a moment before turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I do," he says, a bit quietly.

"For the most part, but it also depends on the other person. Fortunately these days I have more of a choice in who I want to please, and it's not always for money."

[onceaviking]

Eric looks back at him over his shoulder.
"Whoring is honest work," he says. "But choice is good in most things."

He heads for the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.

[i_am_your_host]

He didn't expect Eric to say something like that.

He ponders it for a second or two before following him to the bathroom.

"I'm very particular about who I whore myself out to," he says wryly, leaning against the door frame.

[onceaviking]

"That sounds sensible," Eric says as he turns on the water. Scalding hot. It fills the bathroom with steam.

Pam had been the same way.

"Rare things have greater value."

[i_am_your_host]

"And I can name my price and bargain if I see an opportunity. It's quite easy to negotiate a nice dinner out of the rich ones," he adds with a smirk.

He knows what he's worth. There has never been any question about that.

[onceaviking]

Eric is standing under the spray with his head tipped back, eyes closed. The water is beating away at the half-dried blood on his skin, creating swirls of pale red and pink around the drain.

He runs his hands down his chest and belly. Slowly.

"Everybody has a price. Most people just won't admit to it," he says. Thus honest.

[i_am_your_host]

"Indeed. And most people have never given thought to what they're worth."

Whether too low or too high, life will set them eventually set them straight.

He continues to watch Eric, following the movement of his hands sliding over his body. Fairly soon he's unable to take it anymore, so before the steam literally clouds his view, he approaches the shower stall and steps in, inhaling a sharp breath when the hot water hits his skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his hands up to run the across his face and through his hair, bending his head forward.

At the sound of Emcee's indrawn breath, he asks, "Too hot for you?"
It's sometimes hard to remember what used to be too much.
Remember how fragile humans are.

[i_am_your_host]

"Just a bit. Would you mind terribly...?"

He starts to scrub the dried blood off his neck, but the hot water still leaves his skin pink.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches down and adjusts the temperature. Just a little.

He cranes his neck this way and that, and then tips his head back again. When the water hits you like this it is easy to just be. Not think.

[i_am_your_host]

The small adjustment makes all the difference.

"Thank you, darling."

He runs his fingers through his hair and rubs at his face, washing his makeup away. He would like to close his eyes for an extended amount of time as he does this, but with Eric standing there all wet and sexy it's not going to happen.