For Emcee

[onceaviking]

His room is neat and cool.
The bed is made (white sheets, blue blankets, a down comforter, pillows). There are glasses and a carafe on the small table as always.

There are stacks of newspapers on the desk. Some photos.


Eric puts the wine bottle down on the table.

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[onceaviking]

"And you like that," Eric says, before pulling his upper lip back and letting his fangs down.
He reaches over and cradles the side of Emcee's face with one huge, cold hand, sliding the tips of his fingers into his hair.

And then he kisses him.

[i_am_your_host]

He says nothing to that. His eager eyes say enough. And then Eric's fangs come down, and his heartbeat says all that's necessary.

Tipping his head against Eric's palm, he leans into the kiss, breathing out a warm, whimpering sigh. He can feel his cold, hard fangs just behind the press of his lips.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves back, just a little, just enough to murmur, "How about we start off with something else?" against Emcee's lips.

He's so warm.

[i_am_your_host]

The corners of Emcee's lips twitch in a tiny, but always eager smile. The tip of his tongue darts between Eric's parted lips to flick at one of his fangs, as his hands shift from his thighs to the waistband of his jeans.

[onceaviking]

Eric shifts a little in his seat.
Running a finger down the side of Emcee's neck.
Feeling his pulse.

[i_am_your_host]

His pulse is quick, strong, and heavy, as if his blood were thickened with wine and lust.

Nimble fingers undo the fly of Eric's jeans. And they slide in, warm and soft, to encircle and caress his cock before slipping it free.

The memory of Eric fucking him, completely filling him as a woman comes back to him in a hot rush, and his pulse picks up even more.

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes slide almost shut as he murmurs, "I can smell your eagerness."

Maybe he is remembering too. For whatever reason, the fingers still touching Emcee slide down his face, featherlight.
Gentle.

[i_am_your_host]

"I know," he sighs, his eyelashes fluttering at the cool, soft touch of Eric's fingers. "I am very...very eager, darling." He turns his head a little and kisses his palm.

Sighing again as his gaze rests on Eric's cock, he dips his head. And he licks it in one long, slow, indulgent stroke from tip to base.

[onceaviking]

That earns him a twitch and the softest of moans.

Just a breath, really.

This time Eric's fingers skim across his cheekbone.

[i_am_your_host]

He likes hearing Eric enjoy what he's doing to him, and he purrs like a delighted cat at his approving touch.

And then he deftly slips his tongue around the base of his cock to lick its underside, from base to tip, just as slowly and indulgently. His tongue is hot and slick against the cold, firm flesh, smooth like marble come to life.

[onceaviking]

He is so warm.

There's another, softer moan, and then Eric slides both hands into Emcee's hair, a startlingly cold touch.

yes

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shudders, exhaling a sharp, hot breath against Eric's slick flesh. Eric could crush him with those huge hands, snap his neck like a twig. But he doesn't.

He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses up along the shaft, almost worshipful. Solid, sculpted, like the rest of Eric's body. And when he slides his lips over the tip, he exhales a shaky moan, again remembering what it was like as a woman to have Eric deep inside him.

[onceaviking]

Wet, and hot, and ( -yes -) alive.

One of Eric's massive hands move to cup the back of Emcees head.
Encouragingly.

He moans.

[i_am_your_host]

His lips slide further until he's at the halfway point, where he pauses to breathe, and then he takes in the rest of Eric's cock with slow, swallowing constrictions of his throat.

So cold, impossibly hard. And powerful. He can feel the strength radiating from his hips, his thighs. An instinctual desire to fuck.

Emcee begins to bob his head up and down, sucking and swallowing, repeatedly.

[onceaviking]

Eric bares his teeth in snarl and begins to move his hips in tiny, controlled thrusts.
His fangs are aching.

He runs his free hand down Emcee's neck and shoulder, feeling tendons and muscles and veins.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee moans around Eric's cock when he begins to thrust.

And then he slides his fingers under the hem of his tank top to touch his bare, cool skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric twitches as Emcee touches him, and makes a small sound, halfway between a growl and a moan.

His fingers are so warm.

He wants to bite him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sweeps his palms over Eric's torso, wanting to feel his body move with arousal.

With throaty moans, he continues to work at his cock, taking him in so deep that the tip of his nose touches his abdomen; and sucking so hungrily that his cheeks hollow, and his tongue ripples against the solid flesh.

[onceaviking]

The next growl becomes a moan and then a whine, as Eric's fingers tighten in Emcee's hair.
His stomach muscles jump under Emcee's hands.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric makes the most exquisite sounds and feels so sexy under Emcee's hands that right now all Emcee wants is to be fucked. Fucked by this glorious creature with an equally glorious cock.

He growls around that cock when Eric's fingers grip his hair, sending a thrill down his spine. And he bobs his head faster, just for a moment longer, just to really drive Eric wild by flicking at the underside of his shaft with the tip of his tongue.

[onceaviking]

He does one of those things with his tongue -

And then Emcee is on his back with an empty mouth and a very heavy vampire on top of him, with bared fangs and wild eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

It happens so fast.

The wind is knocked out of him when his back hits the floor, which is why he can barely gasp out of surprise and fear at the beast pinning him down. He struggles, but it only emphasizes the fact that the vampire is too large, too heavy, and too solid to budge.

"Oh, Eric," he whispers shakily, breathlessly, as he tips his head back, his breath coming quick and short through still-tingling parted lips.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head, panting.
And then he runs his cold, cold lips down the side of Emcee's skin.

His body is trembling. His lips are twitching.

He reaches down between them, as he repeats the slide from below Emcee's ear and down his neck with his lips.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee trembles just as much as Eric, but for different reasons. Shutting his eyes, he exhales a whimper-- of anticipation, of arousal, of fear.

Eric will probably have to ruin another pair of trousers by tearing them off, but Emcee isn't concerned.

[onceaviking]

Sure enough. There were trousers and then there are suddenly no trousers (and a small, torn heap of fabric on the floor) and Eric is pressing against him, into him, licking his skin and then biting down .