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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[onceaviking]

Eric opens his eyes after a little while.
His face is smeared with blood. His lips, his chin. The thin skin beneath his eyes.

He stops drinking and gently licks the wounds closed

Then he kisses the boy again. Slowly this time.

It's just a kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

He wonders how Eric got blood under his eyes.

And then they're kissing again.

And he can feel and taste and smell everything, everything. And Eric is beautiful and whatever just happened makes him want to cry. He doesn't want to and he doesn't know why, but tears come to his eyes anyway.

[onceaviking]

Eric hates tears.
Hates them.


His large fingers gently stroke the boy's face, just neath his eyes.

"Shh, don't cry. Don't cry."

Tears make him feel human.

Tears make him want to make them stop. To soothe them away.


"Shh."

[i_am_your_host]

Even Eric's soothing efforts are overwhelming. The boy's eyelashes flutter and he closes his eyes at his touch, tears still spilling down onto the pillow. He clings to his shoulders.

"I can-- I can feel everything so much more now," he whispers, his breath hitching. He then opens his eyes, a furrow between his brows, as he touches Eric's neck where he had bitten him.

"How--?"

[onceaviking]

"Vampire blood. It'll pass," Eric replies.

And then, after a pause, "That is how we experience the world. All the time.."

[i_am_your_host]

"All the time...? It's just-- so much..."

Eric's eyes look extremely blue.

He then touches his own neck.

"And it heals as well?"

[onceaviking]

" Yes. It heals. "

Eric cups the boy''s face, briefly, looking into his eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

The tears have stopped but his dark eyes are still watery, the pupils dilated.

He touches Eric's face, very gently brushing the pad of his thumb under one eye in an effort to rub away the dried streaks of blood there.

He gives him a questioning look.

[onceaviking]

That touch.

He briefly closes his eyes and when he reopens them, he is met with that silent question.

"There is nothing in me but blood," he tells him. "You probably shouldn't look down right now.."

[i_am_your_host]

But why would Eric cry? Unless he, too, felt overwhelmed.

The boy looks down between their bodies anyway.

And he gasps, wide-eyed, at the sticky, congealing blood that seems to bind them at the hips.

"I suppose blowjobs get a bit tricky," he finds himself saying in one breath.

[onceaviking]

Eric huffs a laugh.

"Yes, it does," he says, looking down.

The smudged trails of blood make his skin look even more pale, almost translucent. His eyelashes catch the light, shimmering as dark gold.

[i_am_your_host]

He made him laugh.

Looking up at him with an intent gaze, as if reading every line and plane on his face, he cups his jaw in both hands.

"You are beautiful," he sighs.

[onceaviking]

Eric starts as if the boy had struck him.

And then h slowly reaches up a hand to touch his face again, mirroring the gesture.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric's reaction startles him and his eyes grow wide, fearing he had said something out of line. But then he touches his face, and he relaxes. As much as one can relax while lying under a vampire.

Very quickly, he gives Eric a supplicating kiss on the chin. A habit with much larger, dominant partners.

"Don't people often tell you that?" he asks quietly.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks away.
"No," he says. "No."

He shifts away from him, a little slowly on account of the blood gluing them together. And then he just looks at him. At the blood. At his face.

He swallows.

[i_am_your_host]

He winces as Eric moves away, though it's a relief to not be stuck to him around their most sensitive parts.

He then finds him just looking at him.

Eric is a strange creature.

"Well, I have said it."

And he shrugs a shoulder and smiles. Still able to smile, after all of...this.

[onceaviking]

"Yes, you have."
Eric attempts a smile as well, but it seems a little brittle.

"You'd better wash up," he says as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, somewhat abruptly.

He can't stay this close to him.

[i_am_your_host]

He wonders what's wrong. But he doesn't ask.

He's used to people being abrupt with him after sex anyway, even rude and downright hostile. He just hopes Eric stays with abrupt.

As he sits up, he looks around.

"You have a washroom?" he asks with some surprise.

He's still from a time when a private bathroom, in your own flat, was a luxury. But Eric seems wealthy, so it makes sense.

[onceaviking]

"You won't believe your own eyes," Eric tells him and walks across the floor to open the door to the bathroom.

He looks like a moving marble statue (spattered with blood).

The bathroom is of course huge and magnificent. And has gotten larger to accommodate a spa-like, practically turquoise hot spring pool. Large enough to fit two people comfortably. Or, if one of the people is Eric, large enough for a second person to squeeze in.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric is also huge and magnificent, but that is the boy's opinion.

The bathroom is-- well, he's never seen such luxurious (and shiny) facilities in his life, and the indoor hot spring is just unheard of.

He stands at the doorway, peering in, eyes wide with awe.

"You're right, I don't believe them," he half-chuckles.

He hangs back a little shyly, though, waiting for Eric to give him permission to use the sink or the shower or even to touch the pristine towels. He feels like such a street urchin.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns on the shower and steps under the spay. And then he seems to notice that the boy is still hanging back.

"Standing there won't get you clean," he says. As way of invitation.

The water is hot, hot enough to steam up the room already, lending a certain visual dreamlike quality to everything, while at the same time being a damp and scalding reality.

[i_am_your_host]

Showering together? Oh, this makes him happy.

He quickly pads over to the shower stall, but upon stepping in, he immediately winces at the temperature of the water.

"It's too hot," he yelps like a delicate puppy.

[onceaviking]

Eric sins and reaches over to adjust the temperature, shielding him from the hot water as he does so.
He doesn't even really think about it.

His skin has grown cool again.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy ducks aside as Eric adjusts the water, acutely aware of how slight he is compared to Eric in such an enclosed space.

"Thank you," he murmurs, sweeping his hair away from his forehead and rubbing his arms. The hot water has left his skin pink and tingling.

"You said that the cold doesn't affect you anymore; I guess that goes for heat as well?"

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes linger on that pink skin.
Then he moves them back to the boy's face and nods. "Yes. Exactly."