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]

Just like that.

Yes.

Eric makes a sound to that effect.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee writhes underneath Eric's body, rubbing and pressing up against him as he tilts his hips just so, slightly changing the angle that Eric enters him. And he exhales another, louder moan, fingertips digging into the muscles of his lower back.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls.

It's a pleased growl.
A hungry growl.

[i_am_your_host]

He whimpers in reply, clawing at his back and pushing up against his hips. His arousal spikes, hitting him like an itch that he can't quite reach, so desperate is he to find release.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides a massive hand down his side - and bites his again.

He can't resist. Not when he moves like that.

[i_am_your_host]

He cries out at the sudden bite, and shudders at the touch at the same time.

He's at the edge, the very edge, but can't find the push to get him over it. Or maybe he doesn't want to.

But Eric has already bitten him numerous times. He doesn't want to pass out before he climaxes.

[onceaviking]

Eric is drinking and then he is biting his own tongue and licking Emcee's skin.

And then he is kissing him.

Without fangs.

[i_am_your_host]

The kiss is it.

He tastes traces of Eric's blood on his tongue, and with a whimpering moan he deepens the kiss hungrily and without hesitation, grasping at his shoulders to keep him close. He bucks his hips wildly, wanting to feel Eric's solidness inside and out, filling him, pinning him down--

Tearing his mouth away, he inhales a deep, rasping gasp of breath before throwing his head back with a cry of ecstasy. His whole body goes rigid and still for a moment, his fingertips digging into Eric's shoulder muscles.

[onceaviking]

Humans in the throes of passion are very much like humans in the throes of death.

Eric's fangs come down.
Hard.

And he presses deep, hiding a snarl by pressing his mouth to his throat. Feeling his hot, thin skin and the life beneath it.

Feeling the frailty of it all.

And then he kisses him again, because he likes kissing and he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee can feel the coldness of Eric's fangs pressed against his flushed skin, but surprisingly the bite doesn't come this time. Instead, there's a kiss.

He likes kissing, too.

With Eric still deep inside him, he slides his arms up the slope of his back and returns the kiss with a sighing moan.

[onceaviking]

He's so warm.
Eric stays in place, deep inside him, and allows the kiss.

Returns the kiss.


He'd had some vague notion about - discouraging all of this emotional shit?
But he seems to have forgotten about that now.

[i_am_your_host]

It's not emotional.

It's not.

It's not.

Emcee merely wants something to come down to, and kissing Eric is the best thing right now. That's all.

That's all.


Goddamn, Eric is a great kisser.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes pride in his kissing skills.
Always has.

So he keeps it up, even though he shouldn't.
He really, really shouldn't.

But he does. And the fingers on his left hand end up tangled in Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee arches up a little, rubbing one leg against the side of Eric's hips, sweeping his hands up and down his back.

And then he pulls his mouth away, turning his head with a soft gasp.

"Darling, I need to breathe," he murmurs with a half-chuckle.

[onceaviking]

"But I don't," Eric replies and tilts his hips a little.

It's true.

He doesn't.


There are definite possibilities in that. If your partner isn't human, that is.

[i_am_your_host]

"I know," he says, and he gasps again, his eyelashes fluttering when Eric tilts his hips.

"You are a fabulous kisser and sometimes I forget that I still need air."

He tips his chin up, brushing his lips against Eric's chin in supplication.

[onceaviking]

"I am," Eric agrees, not at all modestly.
And kisses him again.

For emphasis.

[i_am_your_host]

Before he can respond, he's being kissed again, and he smirks against Eric's lips. Cocky bastard. Maybe even ten times as much when his fangs are down. But at least he can back it up.

He reaches up and cups Eric's cool cheek in a warm palm, and delicately sweeps the tip of his tongue along one of his fangs.

[onceaviking]

That earns him a small shudder.

Eric likes warm hands and inquisitive tongues.

[i_am_your_host]

He cups Eric's face in both hands, his fingertips just skating over his sharp cheekbones. Drawing back just a hair's breadth away, he opens his eyes halfway, his gaze settling on Eric's parted lips and the teeth behind them.

Then with the same delicateness, he slips his tongue between those cool, perfect lips to lick the other fang.

[onceaviking]

This time he gets a full body shudder and a sound halfway between a moan and a whine.

A needy sound.

[i_am_your_host]

He then slowly kisses the corner of his mouth, catching Eric's top lip and one of his fangs under warm lips.

Kissing a vampire like this is probably dangerous.

But the little sounds he makes may say otherwise.

[onceaviking]

Eric's cock jumps at that - something Emcee likely notices, all things considered - and the sound this time is as close to unguarded as it ever is, trembling and eager.


It doesn't matter.
It's only Mausi.

Even if he kisses like a vampire.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pauses with a small, purring hum at Eric's reaction, his breath heavy and warm against his lips.

He doesn't know how long Eric will let him do this. Which is why his movements are slow and deliberate, not wanting to do anything wrong.

And also to indulge, obviously.

With his thumbs resting lightly at the corners of Eric's mouth, he kisses him again the same way, and moves across his lower lip to kiss the other fang.

[onceaviking]

Another breathless moan.
And other jump.

Eric slides his hands up to rest on Emcee's back, splaying his fingers.
They're cool - and they're covering quite a lot of skin.

Warm, damp skin.