For Young!Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is neat and sparse.

The bed is turned down (the huge, luxurious bed), the small lamps (on the desk, on the small table, by the bed) are lit, and there is a bottle of brandy and a glass on the small table.

He walks inside and deposits his cell and his keys on the desk.
Then he turns to look at the boy.

He looks bigger, standing there in the dimly lit room.
Paler.

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[i_am_your_host]

When Eric had draped his arm around him leading him upstairs, it startled him to feel how easily he could crush him. Eric wasn't just big and strong, there was something more deeply powerful about him.

And now, standing here in his room, the boy suddenly thinks that this might be a mistake. His heart hammers away loudly in his chest as Eric looks at him.

[onceaviking]

It's like a drum, reverberating in his own chest.
Weakly.

"You just realized how dangerous I am," Eric says, as he pulls off his tissue thin top.

"That's good. I prefer clever whores."

He looks so frail, standing there. And he is.
That's the difference. That and everything else.

Still -

[i_am_your_host]

The boy blinks up at him, startled at the spoken truth. His fear must be as plain as if it were written all over him. There's no way to hide it.

Eric takes his shirt off, and the sight takes his breath away-- short of it as he is. He's been with men larger than himself before (it's not difficult to be larger than him), but none as...beautiful as Eric. Yes, Eric is beautiful.

And dangerous.

The boy swallows and licks his lips.

"You think I'm clever?" he murmurs, keeping his eyes on Eric while undoing the buttons on his cuffs. "Tell me how clever I am, when I am here in your room, unable to resist you. I don't think that's very clever of me."

[onceaviking]

Eric looks over at him. Then h smiles.
Just a little bit.

"That's just because you are human" he says.

Because he is. He has to remember that. And right now, feeling the heat from his body, even from across the room, that's not so difficult. Right now, it's easy.

He unzips his jeans and pushes them down past his hips.

No underwear.

[i_am_your_host]

Completely disarmed by the statement and the little smile, he suddenly finds himself flushing hotly when Eric pushes his pants down.

After staring for a moment, he pulls his sweater vest over his head, brushes the hair out of his eyes, and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. At the same time, he slips off his shoes (prim loafers). He's wearing more clothes than Eric is probably used to.

"How do you want me?" he asks in a low murmur.

[onceaviking]

So many clothes.

"Naked. And on the bed."

He wants to feed on him. And he wants to fuck him.

(There are other desires too, deep down. Wanting to tear apart, wanting to rip into him. And deeper still, wanting to touch. To be touched. Deep, hidden desires tugging on parts of him that aren't real. Not anymore.)

[i_am_your_host]

His slightly fingers move a little faster at the command (it's certainly not a mere request), fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and then his trousers. He slips his shirt off, and the gray flannel drops to the floor. He's not wearing underwear either.

Slender and boyish, because he's actually still a youth, he faces Eric briefly before lightly padding over to the bed. It's the biggest, most luxurious bed he's ever been in, and as he lies down with a graceful, almost feminine movement, it makes him seem even smaller.

His heart is still beating hard and fast. He's frightened. But...he wants to know.

[onceaviking]

He can smell his fear.
Taste it.

He can taste his eagerness on the air as well and it is a relief to let his fangs down as he walks toward the bed. Moving through the room with the careless grace of the huge predator.

He move onto the bed, looking down at the boy.

He can see his heartbeat in the trembling of his skin.

[i_am_your_host]

The sound of Eric's fangs coming down drives an inadvertent whimper from his lips. He tries to steady his breathing, but Eric simply looming over him like that is overwhelming. He swallows hard.

"If I ask you to stop, will you stop?" he says in a small, wavering voice.

[onceaviking]

"You won't," Eric says,confidently.

And then he takes hold of Emcee's jaw. And kisses him.


It's a cold, fanged kiss.
A slow, cold, fanged kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy shivers when Eric's lips press against his, and he whimpers at the feel of his fangs. At first he shrinks back, but Eric's fingers hold him fast. And he submits to the kiss, to his mouth.

He's never felt anything like it before.

He returns the kisses, sweet and yielding.

His hands are gripping the sheets, but eventually he uncurls his fingers and lets go. With a tentative touch, he lays his palms, warm and damp with slight perspiration, on Eric's shoulders.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves one of his large hands to cup the back of the boy's head as he settles down partly on top of him.

His body is firm and smooth and cold and he is smelling faintly of his shower gel and shampoo. And of toothpaste.

The tentative touch makes him deepen the kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

Goosebumps break out all over his skin when Eric's body presses down on top of him. Eric is huge and solid and cold, and his hand is large enough to be able to crush the boy's head like an egg.

The boy meets his tongue with his own, wanting the kiss to deepen. Eager for it. He slides a leg over Eric's hip.

He still trembles with fear, but somehow there's a thrill in it that turns him on.

[onceaviking]

Eric's mouth moves from the boy's lips to the soft, thin skin below his ear.
As he works it with his tongue, he moans. And when next he presses down against the boy, there can be no doubt that in some respects, vampires are exactly like human men.

[i_am_your_host]

He catches his breath when Eric's mouth moves away, but his cool lips and tongue on his skin make him gasp. He gasps more sharply when he feels him press between his legs.

Blinking wildly at the sensation, his fingertips gripping (or pushing, he can't decide) Eric's shoulders, he tries to brace himself for what might come next.

[onceaviking]

"Relax," Eric murmurs against his skin as he slowly slides one hand down his side.
Down to touch him.
A gentle, cold touch - as he pulls his lips back and bites down on his hot skin.

[i_am_your_host]

That's difficult to do right now.

But he tries, even as Eric's touch leaves him breathless. He writhes and presses against him, against his body, and without realizing it, against his mouth.

When Eric's teeth sink in, he cries out, high-pitched and shuddering.

[onceaviking]

Yes.

Eric moans against his skin as he drinks, stroking his hip and then his inner thigh before stroking him once or twice with cold, strong fingers.

[i_am_your_host]

With keening, whimpering moans, the boy's eyelids flutter closed, and he slides his slender arms around Eric's neck, clinging to him. He feels himself bleed, feels the blood flowing out, being sucked out of his veins. But at the same time, Eric's touch arouses him, sending unearthly shivers of pleasure through his entire body.

He raises his hips, offering himself in another way.

[onceaviking]

The offer is accepted. And this penetration is just as relentless as the other, as Eric presses into him, cold and hard.

He feels so thin and soft and breakable. And his heartbeat is drowning out everything else.

[i_am_your_host]

He turns his head and cries out breathlessly against Eric's neck. With pain, with pleasure, with awe. Eric fills him with a solid coldness that still feels...alive. Alive and incredibly powerful, as he sweeps his warm, trembling hands down his back over cold, hard muscles.

"Oh, Eric, fuck me, please fuck me," he sighs in a small voice, as soft and breakable as the rest of him is.

[onceaviking]

And he does, with short, sharp thrusts, as he continues drinking.

Sweet, young blood, radiant with life.

And then he stops feeding and bites his own tongue and licks the wounds closed, because he is frail. And soft. And human.

With warm hands and a beating heart and trembling limbs.

So he kisses him again, with a blood-slicked mouth this time, as he continues fucking him.

And then he moves his mouth away and if The boy's face ends up pressed against his own cool neck - that is a coincidence. Only a coincidence. That is all it is.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy squeezes his eyes shut, gasping and whimpering, every sensation blending into a haze that leaves him lightheaded.

Or that could be the blood loss.

But then at some point, Eric kisses him. His whole mouth tastes like blood. The boy recoils at first, but he can't turn away from Eric's kiss, and so he submits-- and swallows.

A sudden rush of life fills him, and he surges against Eric's body, tightening around his cock. He embraces him as tight as he can, burying his heated face in his neck, rubbing his cheek against the cool skin.

(It doesn't matter. The boy will be gone tonight.)

[onceaviking]

Eric's mouth falls open in a small moan as the boy clenches around him - and he tips his head back, as he increases his pace.

[i_am_your_host]

He meets Eric's thrusts as best he can, even if he starts to move too quickly to keep up. Shuddering and moaning, he clings to him, one knee brought up high so that Eric reaches deeper inside him.

He brushes his lips over the pit of Eric's throat with a hot sigh.