For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is neat, cool, and quiet.
He turns the light on as he steps through the door and it bathes the room in a soft glow.

The bed is made. White Egyptian cotton, a blue bedspread . it reminds him of waves.

He turns and looks at Emcee. Quietly.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's heart is beating hard and fast.

Aroused, yes, but mostly he has no idea what Eric will do next. And the things that he does end up doing...surprise him. A little.

His breath hitches, making his throat constrict. He blinks droplets of water from his eyelashes, licks them from his parted lips.

And then Eric's lips meet his. Along with the cool, salty-sweet tang of blood. Slowly, but growing bold, he deepens the kiss, his palms gliding down over his shoulders to splay over his chest.

[onceaviking]

He makes a small sound, halfway between a growl and a moan, and then he is pressing against Emcee hard, nipping at his neck with his front teeth.

He wants to bite him.
Fuck him.


Kiss him.


Another moan, somewhat more conflicted.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps again, as he's pressed firmly between the wall and Eric's almost equally solid body. Running his hands down his torso, rippling with tension, he can feel his indecision as he randomly seeks out his lips, his neck, his blood -- it's enough to make his head spin.

"Darling," he murmurs raspily, "if you drink from me or fuck me now you might kill me. But if you give me more of your blood, then you can take what you want, short of my life."

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls back a little and looks searchingly at his face.
Running a thumb across his cheekbone.

"I had better not," he murmurs.
He doesn't say he doesn't want to hurt him.
Maybe he thinks it.

And he pulls his lips back and sheathes his fangs.

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks at him, brow slightly furrowed, a questioning look in his eyes.

The phrase you won't hurt me is on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't say it aloud, because it might not be a promise Eric can keep.

Eric retracts his fangs. And Emcee kisses the corner of his mouth.

[onceaviking]

His fingers move briefly into Emcee's hair, rubbing a few strands between his fingers.

And then he is getting out of the shower to dry off, not looking at Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee remains in the shower, still a little bewildered by Eric's behavior.

Eric has always been straightforward and practical with him, decisive but not demanding (sometimes). So his deviating from what he's used to from him might be cause for concern.

But he won't say anything. He's well aware that things haven't been going well for Eric in his world, and this could be a result of that.

So he stays, and quietly finishes washing up, letting Eric do what he will.

[onceaviking]

Eric prides himself on being practical. Straightforward.
Someone who takes control of whatever situation he finds himself in.

This - this slow erosion of everything is making him -

Things are difficult right now. That's the reason he wants - things.

He gets his jeans and is pulling them on. He'll go get some clothes for Emcee and something he can eat before leaving,
That is just being practical.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee won't get over the concept of liquid soap.

He turns off the shower and steps out, pulling a fresh, fluffy towel off the rack to dry himself with. The last time, he actually thought it would be the last time. Perhaps this will be the last time. Or perhaps his chances of showering with Eric again are numbered.

Rubbing his hair with the towel, he wanders out into the main room. Eric is getting dressed.

"Where are you going?"

[onceaviking]

He looks over at him.
"I'll go get you some clothes. And something to eat."

And just so it won't seem like something it is not, he adds, "I'm sure your potential breech of the rules he would somehow end up being my responsibility."

[i_am_your_host]

He blinks at him for a moment.

"Oh. ...Oh."

Unable to help an amused smirk, he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you. I'd almost forgotten about that rule, so I certainly wouldn't want any misunderstandings to arise. You have enough to deal with without having to prove that the removal of my clothing was consensual."

[onceaviking]

"And as all the resident experts would tell you, if you were to say anything along those lines, it would only be positive proof that I have indeed brainwashed you to be my willing victim," he says. Blandly.

He finishes doing up his pants and heads out of the door. Leaving Emcee behind.

He shouldn't be willing to. But it is only Mausi. There's no harm done,

[i_am_your_host]

Unfortunately Eric makes a good point. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"You would think people would give me more credit than that."

After Eric leaves, and he's left alone in the room, he sits for a moment in the quiet stillness. It's rather nice of Eric to do this.

Annnd then he quickly discards the word 'nice.' Along with 'thoughtful,' 'caring,' and 'considerate.' None of these words apply. He's being practical, and Emcee has no problem with that.

Getting to his feet, he pads around the room naked, collecting his shirt and coat off the floor; admiring the carved chairs, and the framed picture of moonlit ruins on the wall; and taking a closer look at the little Viking ship model on the desk. It now makes him think of Athelstan.

[onceaviking]

Eric returns a little while later, with a brown paper bag and a pair of trousers quite like the ones on his floor, but new.

He drops the paper bag on the bed.
"It's roast beef," he says. "It seems like it's popular."

He wouldn't know if it is any good of course. But their human employees seem to favor that sort of thing.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee doesn't realize how famished he is until he smells the food.

"Oh, thank you, darling, it smells delicious."

He immediately opens the paper bag and finds a wrapped sandwich cut into halves, but instead of eating it the normal way, he picks out a piece of warm, sliced beef with his fingers and pops it into his mouth.

"And thank you for the new trousers. This may not be the first time I've eaten meat while naked, but such habits die hard."

[onceaviking]

Eric rolls his eyes at him and settles down on the bed.

"And no one has questioned you lately?" he then asks, continuing the conversation from before he left. "About possible mind control?"

[i_am_your_host]

He gives him a cheeky grin before popping another bite of meat into his mouth.

"Mind control?" he then says, shaking his head. "No, that hasn't come up. And nobody has questioned me, although I have recently spoken about you to some people."

After another bit of beef, he unfolds the new pair of trousers and steps into them.

[onceaviking]

"I am guessing it hasn't been the priest you've been conversing with," Eric says, dryly.
Seeing as how they both know where he stands regarding Eric Northman.

He crosses his ankles and puts his hands behind his head.

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts a little, as he buttons up his fly.

"No, not him. The last time we spoke, I had a time of it debating the concept of your personhood. That you may not be biologically human, but that you exhibit more of a semblance of humanity in choosing to not kill me than those actual humans who attacked me in that alley, yet he would defend their existence more than yours. It was just a lark to see what he would say, but I really do not get him sometimes."

Smoothing out the fabric of his trousers (which sag a little over his hips, but that's the way he wears them without suspenders), he decides that it's a perfect replica of his old pair.

[onceaviking]

Eric - doesn't know what to do with that.

He doesn't need others defending him. The very thought is laughable.

And yet -

He is not used to people seeing him.
He doesn't know what to do with that.

So he ignores it.

He nods at Emcee's trousers. "I asked for some that looked like your old ones," he says.
He can't really tell if he's succeeded.
He's not good with clothes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee won't talk more about anything that Eric decides not to respond to (nuanced as he is in the art of conversation), and instead smiles at him.

"Thank you, darling, they'll do nicely."

He sits cross-legged Indian style at the foot of the bed with the sandwich and paper bag in his lap.

"And then there was Athelstan," he casually remarks, before helping himself to a strip of beef and a piece of bread. "He just wanted to learn more about sex."

[onceaviking]

Eric looks over at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't tell me you've gone and corrupted the little monk?" he says.
He doesn't sound anywhere near disapproving.

[i_am_your_host]

He returns the raised eyebrow, and adds a smirk.

"I wasn't the first one who got him into bed, darling. You opened that door for him. I just pulled him all the way through."

Another bit of meat.

"He was very curious. And eager."

[onceaviking]

"I hardly did a thing," Eric protests. "But I am glad to hear he wound up someplace - educational."

Smirking in return.

[i_am_your_host]

"Hardly?" he chuckles, shaking his head. Eric hardly ever does anything hardly.

"And I couldn't let him go off into the world with all his newfound urges left unmet, now could I?"