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]

Emcee follows Eric up the stairs and down the hall in silence, quickening his pace to keep up with his long stride and staying just about a half-step behind him. Once inside his room, he shuts the door, which locks with a loud click.

He turns and finds Eric rather dramatically lit by the single lamp, and he can't help but freeze, breathless and blinking at his large, perfect form.

He shrugs off his coat and lets it fall to the floor, and then pulls off his boots. As he approaches Eric with steady steps, meeting his eyes, he unbuttons his shirt, already halfway undone.

[onceaviking]

Eric meets him halfway, placing a large, cold hand on either side of his face.
Because they are still practicing, right?

And because of that, it makes sense that he starts out with a kiss. Not quite like last time. This time, it is a hungry kiss. More Eric perhaps. Direct. Commanding.

Taking.

It's just practice.

[i_am_your_host]

A whimper escapes his throat when Eric's mouth meets his. He did expect a kiss, but maybe not one like quite like this one. He closes his eyes, leaning into the it, letting him take what he wants as he skims his palms down his solid chest and torso.

[onceaviking]

It wouldn't do as the first move. Not with Talbot.
But a little in, it would likely do very well.

Just like this.

He slides his hands down Emcee's shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Strong.

In charge.

And then he slides his mouth, away from his lips, down to the pulse point just beneath his ear, and suckles the skin.
That would work on a vampire.

[i_am_your_host]

He can tell that Eric's moves are still calculated, only because he knows he's just helping him practice, but he doesn't care. This Eric is perfect. He would pretty much throw himself at him if Eric weren't gripping his arms.

With breathless gasps he tilts his head back and to the side, Eric's mouth hungry against his throat. He gropes for the hem of his tank top, slipping his warm hands under the fabric to slide over his marble-cool skin.

[onceaviking]

It jars a little.
The hands on his skin ought to be cold, not warm.

But he likes being touched by warm hands.

And so he drags his teeth - the regular ones, blunt, human - across the wet skin against his lips.
Nibbling.

Reaching down to grab hold of the hem of his own shirt and taking it off, before returning his hands to Emcee's sides, his back. His hips.

[i_am_your_host]

A soft grunt escapes his lips as Eric nibbles on his neck, his breath hot and heavy against his ear. He likes these moments before the fangs come down. Just another way to pretend.

When Eric sheds his shirt, so does he, quickly flinging the garment aside before resuming bodily contact. There's an urgency in his touch, and an overwhelming desire to be touched, to be wanted.

[onceaviking]

He takes a half step back and murmurs "Vampire foreplay," before he drops fang and hisses.

[i_am_your_host]

The concept almost amuses him before he's struck with fear at the sight of his fangs and the feral hiss that sends a chill down his spine. Though he's caught wide-eyed, heart pounding with his breath stuck in his throat, he doesn't run. Because how much more wanted can he possibly be at this moment?

[onceaviking]

Nobody can want you more than a vampire.
All of you.
Inside and out.

Eric steps close again but when he pulls Emcee closer, his hands are far more gentle than the look on his face might have hinted at.

He is being careful now. Very careful.

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks up at him with a rapid flutter of dark eyelashes, not taking his eyes off his face, his mouth, his fangs. Lips parted and breathing fast, his heart thrashing in his ribcage, he thrums with excitement and arousal in Eric's hold. Despite his hands being gentle, the fear is still there. Eric is still too unpredictable. But that's what Emcee keeps coming back to. Over and over.

He sweeps his hands up Eric's sides, leaning into him. Head tilted back to keep looking up at him. To expose his throat.

[onceaviking]

And Eric dips his head to breathe his scent, to lick his skin,to run the tip of his fangs along his throat

Growling a little. Vampire foreplay indeed.

He is hard.

[i_am_your_host]

Though he's thoroughly flushed he shivers at the touch of Eric's tongue, the cold points of his fangs. His growls rumble in his ear, and he exhales a shaky breath, hot against Eric's skin.

He presses against his hips, and the corners of his mouth twitch in a faint smile. He always did like the way Eric felt, straining through the fabric of his jeans.

Eyes half-closed, breathing fast, he unfastens Eric's fly for him just to relieve the growing pressure.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls again, but this time the sound is almost soft.

And then he grabs hold of Emcee's upper arms and flies, literally flies, through the room with him, slamming him down on the bed and landing on top of him.

(But not with his full weight).

[i_am_your_host]

There's a brief feeling of weightlessness, being swept off, carried, flown through the air-- and then he lands flat on his back with a breathless grunt, pinned down, Eric looming over him. Heavy, cold, hard, and hungry.

He struggles in his grasp, under his weight. But it's not out of panic. Eric will be able to tell that from the way Emcee looks up at him through his eyelashes, coy and lustful, red, flushed lips parted and gasping.

[onceaviking]

He likes it when they flee in terror.
But he also likes this. Eager abandon. Hungry longing.

He tilts his hip and opens his mouth wide. Before he strikes.
Hungrily.

[i_am_your_host]

He cries out when Eric's teeth sink in, tipping his head back, arching his neck under his mouth.

The stab of pain makes his toes curl. He pushes up against Eric's hips, desperate to feel his hardness between his legs.

[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.