For Athelstan

[onceaviking]

Eric has left the door ajar.

He is inside, seated in one of the low chairs, his bare feet resting on the wolf pelt in front of it.
Watching the door.

There's a carafe and one glass on the table.
The bed is turned down.

The light is dim.

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[onceaviking]

Eric turns to look at him.
Then he nods. Just a little.

He is not going to thank him for saying that, but there might be a glimmer of gracefulness in his eyes.

He still believes in that. Legacy.

[athelstanthescribe]

Most people Athelstan knows believe in legacy.

He shifts closer to Eric's side. It might be a come-on, fuelled by the residual vampire blood in his system. It might just be what it seems.

[onceaviking]

Eric will take it as a come on if only because it means that they can stop talking. And that he can touch warm skin and not think.

He skies a hand down Athelstan's side.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan hums wordlessly and turns into the hand.

"Yes", he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

"Touch me," Eric tells him.

[athelstanthescribe]

He pulls himself half on to Eric, warming him just with that, and slips his hand down to his cock.

[onceaviking]

That gets him a small purr and big hands stroking his back.


{ooc: bedtime}

[athelstanthescribe]

He knows what he's doing, now, practised on both Eric and Emcee, and he strokes him confidently. His other hand runs over Eric's chest.

[onceaviking]

And Eric closes his eyes and parts his lips.
Just a little.

Just enough to moan.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans over and kisses him again, moving to lie fully on him without stopping his efforts.

[onceaviking]

He's warm.
Eric fans his fingers across his back and moves one hand up, all the way to the nape of his neck.

Stroking his hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

He murmurs his approval against Eric's lips, deepening the kiss.

If Eric wants more than a hand job, again, it's his for the taking. Although Athelstan will be walking funny for days after this.

[onceaviking]

But Eric seems to be happy to just lie there. Kissing.

He isn't always all about mad and frenzied couplings, after all. Though one would be forgiven to think so.

[athelstanthescribe]

That is also just fine!

It's quite nice, just this peaceful kissing and touching.

[onceaviking]

Stroking his hair and his cheekbones.
Soaking in the warmth.

He'll have to seek out Sookie.
If he doesn't at least kiss her before this -
He has to.

He deepens the kiss a little.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans into it with parted lips, enjoying it while it lasts and more than willing to share his warmth with Eric.

His hands begin to skim over all the skin he can reach, the touch mostly light but sometimes firmer.

[onceaviking]

He is cooling down again, growing cold as a corpse.
His fingers staying out in Athelstan's hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't offer any more of his blood now. He's given enough for one day, even to have a less cold body to touch.

"What time is sunset?" he asks softly.

[onceaviking]

That makes Eric chuckle against his lips.
"You have spent too much time with me," he murmurs. "Sunrisewill be here soon enough."

[athelstanthescribe]

"...sunrise. Yes." He stirs. "Then I suppose I should be going."

[onceaviking]

Eric tightens his hold a little.

He shouldn't want him to stay.
But Athelstan isn't the only one who wants things he shouldn't want.

[athelstanthescribe]

"All right", he says gently, and relaxes back against him. "Not yet. Not until it starts to affect you."

[onceaviking]

Time passes.

He can feel his limbs grow heavy and his thoughts slow down.
He should tell Athelstan to leave now.
He doesn't.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan lifts his head to look at him.

"I can stay. If it's safe."

Perhaps, somehow, Eric's instincts won't react to him if he's already there.

[onceaviking]

A pause.
"No," Eric murmurs. "You should leave."

It isn't safe. And -
"I do not sleep the way you do."

He moves his hands away so Athelstan can move off of him.