For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is partly lit by the lamps by the bed.
Everything is neat and tidy.

The bed is mostly filled by a stretched out, reading vampire. His feet are bare.


He turns a page. Listening.

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[i_am_your_host]

True to his word, Emcee comes up the stairs and down the hall about three hours before sunrise (having checked with Bar what time sunrise actually was).

Sequined top hat in hand and leather coat over an arm, he knocks on Eric's door. He's been drinking champagne and eating chocolate all night, so he's a little giddy and buzzed.

[onceaviking]

It's like a prickling in his sinuses, the sensation of Emcee outside his door.

Eric gets to his feet and pads to the door, opening it.
All tall, blond, and cold.

"You took your time," he says.
He doesn't sound annoyed though.


Amused perhaps.
A little.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee raises his eyes when the doorway is filled with vampire.

"There was a party I had to tend to, if you didn't notice," he replies, defensive but also mildly amused, as he brushes past him. "I have a duty to my people."

[onceaviking]

"Your fellow ABBA lovers?" Eric asks, idly, as he closes the door and turns around, leaning back against the doorframe.

Folding his arms.

They're nice arms.
Muscular.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee would be guilty of the whole 'eyes are up here' thing, but he's not going to pretend he doesn't like the way Eric's arms look folded across his chest like that.

"I don't know what you find so bad about ABBA," he chuckles as he sets his hat and coat on a chair. "I heard a few more songs by them, and they were all rather catchy. What sort of music do you prefer, then?"

He slips off his waistcoat and sits down to take off his boots. He's warm and flushed from all that drinking and dancing. And the fact that he's in Eric's room.

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs and pushes away from the doorway.

"There are some bands that play rock but with old instruments. I like that," he says.
"Songs that have a decent rhythm. A beat."

[i_am_your_host]

"Old instruments? Like instruments from from your days as a Viking?"

He still has the smartphone that Bar lent him, and he pulls it out of his trousers pocket. Tapping such-and-such and so-and-so, he finds the music database. He hands the device to Eric.

"Can you find any songs like that on this?"

[onceaviking]

Eric takes the phone and does that dizzying thing vampires do, when their fingers move almost to fast to see.
He hands it back.

"Here."

It's a mixed bag. Some of it probably fits what people might suspect he'd like.

There's Forest Metal with violins and guitars, medieval instruments mixed with breathless singing and keyboards, and strange folk overlaid with joik.

There is even some throat singing.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gives the songs a listen and is utterly captivated, finding them surprisingly melodic for a sound so heavy. Heavy, except for the breathless singing and keyboards. He didn't expect Eric to include breathless singing and keyboards.

He grins up at him as the music plays.

"Herr Northman, you continue to surprise me."

[onceaviking]

"That's me," Eric says, dryly.
"Tall and full of surprises."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee softly snorts a chuckle at that, before turning off the smartphone and slipping his suspenders off his shoulders. He''s still wearing the bow tie. The skin of his throat is pink and slightly damp with perspiration.

"Oh-- I think I should let you know," he says in a quiet, almost hesitant tone, "I met another vampire tonight. One that wasn't from your world, though."

[onceaviking]

Eric raises an eyebrow, momentarily distracted from watching Emcee's lovely neck.

"There are a few, I think. The ones I've met were idiots though."

[i_am_your_host]

"He's the one who could eat things besides drink blood. Called himself the Count. He was interested in my blood, but I said he would have to ask you first."

He looks up at Eric.

"I wasn't going to give him any anyway."

[onceaviking]

Eric rolls his eyes.
"Did he speak in a heavy, Eastern European accent as well?" he asks.

Really, some people.

And then, as an insignificant afterthought, he adds, " Good. And I won't let him."

It's a simple matter of right of use.
That's all.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head a little.

"Not really, no, but he might have been masking it. He did talk a lot about peasants. And wore a cape quite unironically."

Really, some people.

I won't let him.

He can't help feeling a little internal twinge. The same way he felt when Eric kept the other vampires away from him at Fangtasia.

"He also assumed that you were my 'master.'"

[onceaviking]

Eric groans.

"I just can't stand that sort of anachronistic bullshit," he says.
"It's so fucking pointless."

[i_am_your_host]

"Exactly. Just because you claimed me doesn't mean that you can order me around."

His lips twitch as he looks up at him, an eyebrow slightly arched as if expecting him to give an order.

His skin is really quite flushed.

[onceaviking]

"So," Eric murmurs, leaning in, all cool casualness, "if I told you to get naked and get in the bed, you'd just happen to do so because you felt like it?"

[i_am_your_host]

He bites his bottom lip in a coy, cheeky smile.

"Yes," he says.

Cheekily.

Meanwhile his fingers are itching to tear his own trousers off.

[onceaviking]

"Very well, then. Strip and get on the bed," Eric says, in the same low murmur.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee huffs a (cheeky) sigh.

"Fine. If you insist."

He stands up, unbuttons his fly, and whips off his trousers as if this were all such an inconvenience. As he walks over to the bed, he puts an extra swing in his hips for good measure.

When he lays down on the huge, wide bed, he starts to feel that familiar vulnerability mixed with anticipation. It makes his whole body practically vibrate.

He's left the bow tie on. Because he's cute that way.

[onceaviking]

Eric's in the middle of the room.

Eric's on the bed, towering over Emcee, one huge hand on either side of him.
Letting his fangs down, lips pulled back.


Hard.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps sharply.

Fear grips him, the kind of fear that only Eric can instill in him, the kind of fear that makes his blood run hot.

With trembling fingers, he reaches up to pull the bow tie loose. The strip of silk slips off his neck, leaving the skin around his throat a shade pinker than the rest.

[onceaviking]

Eric purrs. It's a low, growls sound, barely human.

But eager.
And hungry.


He rolls his hips against Emcee as he dips his head and licks his hot skin.

He can smell his lust. The booze. Traces of cigarette smoke. Sweat.
And fainter still, whatever he took last.

Normally, he has principles about that sort of thing, but right now, remembering them will be too much effort.

[i_am_your_host]

He grasps Eric's shoulders and exhales a sighing moan, rolling his head back and arching his neck. He missed this. He wants this.

The last time Emcee took heroin was about two months ago. That is progress. That last time he took cocaine was...well. He slipped a little between then and now.

It's been difficult.

But he'd stopped wondering whether or not Eric could smell or taste it, because he didn't think he was going to see him again anyway.

Wondering now will be too much effort.