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 can be annoyingly composed," Eric murmurs.

He can feel his body grow heavy. Sluggish.
It seems strange, to give into the sun, with someone still here. Even though he has done it before, here. With him.
And before that, elsewhere. With others.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes a soft chuckle into the pillow, watching him, even growing sluggish with him. It's been a long night.

"You might have spoiled me for sex with other humans," he murmurs wryly.

He yawns, nestling the side of his face deeper into the pillow. It's strange, being this comfortable with a vampire in his bed.

[onceaviking]

This time, it's a proper smile. A little crooked.
"It's been known to happen," Eric murmurs softly. "But it won't. Not to you. You're too smart for that."

Whores have to be.

[i_am_your_host]

Every time he makes Eric smile, it's like winning a coveted prize. He grows a little warm, unable to help a smile of his own.

"You're right. And I'm far too promiscuous in any case."

[onceaviking]

That earns him a sleepy chuckle.

It is one of Eric's favorite words, after all.

He has closed his eyes now, and his hands and feet have grown even colder. Still.
He can feel the dawn. The sun.

Faeries. Faeries dancing in the sunlight. Their blood singing.
The taste of Finn here. Of Sookie, back in Dallas.
Sweet. Pure. Wild.

Not quite gone, but almost. In that short space where the sleep of vampires look almost like that of humans.

[i_am_your_host]

His own eyelids become irresistibly heavy, but he insists on watching Eric fall asleep.

And in that moment before the darkness takes him completely, Emcee reaches across the sheets to touch his cold shoulder with soft, warm fingers. Leaving them there until he's gone.

[onceaviking]

The sun rises above the horizon.
Eric sleeps.

Sometimes, vampires dream.

Eric dreams.
Hazy memories of lives lived, vivid fantasies overflowing with blood.

The sound of girls singing.

He lies so very, very still.

Time passes.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric goes deathly still under his touch.

And finally, sleep overtakes Emcee as well. Exhaustion runs his dreams all into one, of random faces, snippets of conversations, flashes of sex and naked limbs and blood.


He awakens a bit suddenly. Almost not knowing where he is, his hand touching something very, very cold.

Blinking rapidly, he sees Eric's sleeping form, large, pale, and still, and he draws his hand away.

[onceaviking]

There was warmth.

And it is gone.

Eric moves, lightening quick, one large hand closing around a wrist, his lips moving back in a snarl, his fangs coming down. His eyes are open but he cannot focus. And there is a deafening silence in his ears.

Staying awake is far preferable to being woken.

-someone is taking something, something that belongs to him, something he had, and they can't, and they won't

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps, going rigid with fear.

"Eric, it's only me," he says quickly in a voice he can barely get above a whisper. "I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to wake you."

So this is what Eric meant by what happens when he's accidentally woken up.

[onceaviking]

Eric stares at him - and then his mouth relaxes.
"...yes," he says, sounding distant and groggy.

And then he lets go of Emcee's wrist, almost reluctantly. Lying back down on the bed.
Ice cold.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's heart is racing a mile a minute. And he takes a few deep, bracing breaths when Eric releases him.

"I'm sorry," he says again, his voice hoarse. "Are you all right?"

[onceaviking]

"...mhm," Eric murmurs, looking up at him through slitted eyes.
The sun I must be high in the sky now. He can already feel the pressure of the bleeds mounting in his nostrils, his ears, and in the corners of his eyes.

His hand curls reflexively, around empty air this time.




{ooc: bedtime}

[i_am_your_host]

That was absolutely fucking terrifying and not something he'll forget anytime soon.

But he doesn't get out of bed just yet.

"Go back to sleep, darling," he whispers raspily, laying a hand on top of his, willing his fingers to relax and uncurl.

"I'll be leaving in a little while."

[onceaviking]

And he does.

There is no danger here. Only the mice.

The darkness wells up again and he sinks down, down, down.

Cold. Still. Unmoving.

[i_am_your_host]

Just the one mouse. The one mouse that plays in the lion's mane and darts between his jaws and sleeps in his lair.

He squeezes Eric's hand, and dips his head to kiss his shoulder.

"Auf Wiedersehen, mein Wikinger," he breathes against his skin.

Slowly and cautiously, he releases his hand and eases himself off the bed. In the dim lamplight, he picks his clothes off the floor and dresses, ever so quietly. Boots in hand and coat over his arm, he switches the lamp off, and heads for the door.

He doesn't want this to feel so final. There will be a next time. He will see Eric again.

He slips out the door, making sure it locks behind him.