For Athelstan

[onceaviking]

His room is neat.
The laptop is switched on, the decanter in the low table has been refilled with wine, the bed is made.

He turns on the light as they enter and turns to look at Athelstan.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan... is looking at the laptop, but soon brings his attention back to Eric.

"Are you hungry?"

[onceaviking]

"I am always hungry. That's what being a vampire is," Eric says, looking down at him.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Always? Never fed enough?"

It sounds horrible to him.

[onceaviking]

"Sometimes, right after I've eaten, I feel full, but -"
He shrugs.

And then he reaches over and runs a finger down Athelstan's cheek and down the side if his neck.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan keeps still, allowing it, but there's a visible, enjoyable, shiver as it happens.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his cold finger up his neck again and then across Athelstan's bottom lip.
Looking intently at him with his clear, blue eyes.

[athelstanthescribe]

That gaze is - not literally - hypnotic, and Athelstan finds himself taking a step closer without a conscious decision to do so.

It is, however, a very conscious decision to tip his head, baring his neck.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head and runs his cool lips along the inviting skin.
Enjoying the warmth and the feeling of blood rushing just beneath the skin.

Then he moves his head a little to the side and lets his fangs drop.

[athelstanthescribe]

The sound of that click is unmistakable, when you've heard it once, and he steps right up against Eric without moving his head back.

Then he waits.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his large hand up Athelstan's back as he bends his head and bites down.
He also pressed his muscular thigh between Athelstan's legs.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan lets out a soft whimper as the fangs penetrate, closing his eyes in mixed pleasure and pain, and his knees give a little - though not enough to fail him completely.

[onceaviking]

Eric folds his arms around him and then walks him backwards till he is pressed against a wall, never moving his mouth from Athelstan's neck.
Drinking slowly this time.

[athelstanthescribe]

That seems to amplify the sensation, it being done slowly, and when he's between Eric and the wall and knows he won't fall over, Athelstan lets himself lean into Eric's body.

[onceaviking]

Eric is practically as firm as the wall as he presses against Athelstan, drinking from him.
And then he stops and bites down on his own tongue so he can lick the wounds closed.

Slowly.
Thoroughly.

[athelstanthescribe]

He gasps, eyes snapping open as it ends - and there's almost a touch of disappointment that it's over so soon - and Eric is taking care of his wounds.

His pulse is racing as he looks up into Eric's face.

[onceaviking]

"Kys mik" Eric half whispers, placing a cool finger beneath Athelstan's chin.

[athelstanthescribe]

There's a moment of faint surprise that Eric still speaks the language, after two thousand years, before he dismisses it in favour of obeying the words.

He stretches up and kisses him.

[onceaviking]

It's a fanged kiss, but Eric is careful. Gentle even.

He kisses him the way he would kiss a young girl.

[athelstanthescribe]

It's nice, for a while, but it's not long before he wants more. His lips part under Eric's, inviting.

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles against his lips - and then he kisses him properly.
Deeply.
Slightly aggressively.

It's pretty obvious that he wants him. If Athelstan should still be in doubt.

[athelstanthescribe]

All doubt has pretty much been dispelled, by this point. Athelstan presses back into the kiss, though it's starting to get awkward stretching this way.

[onceaviking]

Eric lifts him up, effortlessly, and holds him so he can put his legs around him.
If he realizes that's an option.

"I am going to bite you again," he whispers against Athelstan's lips. "I will put you down on the bed and I will bite you again."

[athelstanthescribe]

Being lifted off his feet, he has to put his legs somewhere unless they're going to dangle comically, and around Eric's waist seems the obvious place.

He stares into Eric's eyes, swallows, and nods. "Yes."

[onceaviking]

Eric turns with him and walks across the room and puts him down on the bed.
He stands at the foot of the bed as he strips off his top. Tall and pale and towering.

"Do you want me to fuck you too?" he asks.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan props himself up, watching him.

"Do you want to?"

Like last time, it's an honest question.