For Emcee

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door and waits for Emcee to enter first.

The bedside lamps are lit. The rest of the room is dark.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee brushes past Eric into the room, obedient, willing, but not meek and cowering. He'll take Eric's orders because he likes it.

He goes straight for the bed, standing beside it to kick off his loosely tied boots and to pull off his undershirt. He starts to slowly unbuckle the leather kilt.

"You could always pull my skirt up and do me," he says with a smirk.

[onceaviking]

"It gets in the way," Eric says with the air of someone very experienced with skirts, kilts and the like.

He pulls off his top as he walks closer. And drops fang.

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles crookedly at that.

"Everything gets in the way of being naked."

Slipping the buckle loose, he unwraps the kilt and tosses it aside. Of course, he's not wearing underwear.

He exhales a short, sharp breath as Eric approaches, and he backs up onto the bed, sitting up and leaning back on his hands.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks across the floor to the bed with all the grace of a large predator. Still partly dressed.
He moves onto the bed and leans in, breathing in close to Emcee's neck, one knee placed firmly on the bed between Emcee's thighs.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee watches him with dark, eager eyes, heart pounding with anticipation and arousal.

He gasps when Eric is nearly on top of him. He lets his head fall back, eyelashes fluttering closed at the touch of his cool breath.

[onceaviking]

He smells of nail polish and gin and smoke.

He smells of skin and sweat. Of bone and blood and arousal.

Eric closes his eyes again and runs his lips along the hot skin of Emcee's bared throat. Yes. This is good.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's steady, heavy breath falls warmly on Eric's temple, feathering his blond hair. He pushes up against his lips, soft and cool-- dangerous fangs just behind them.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls his lips back and scratches his fangs along Emcee's skin.
Hungrily.

One of his large hands move up Emcee's side.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps again and shivers, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand slides around and comes to rest between his shoulder blades.

Holding him.

Lifting him closer to his mouth.

[i_am_your_host]

He arches his back with a hot sigh near Eric's ear.

With the weight taken off his arms, he runs a warm hand over Eric's bicep, over the solid curve of his shoulder.

He raises a leg, his inner thigh chafing against Eric's jeans.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls close to his ear and licks his skin.

Then he bites him.


His cock is straining against his jeans, but it doesn't matter. There'll be time for that later.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a cry, his head falling back again as the stab of pain mixes with the pleasure of Eric's body. Touching him, being held by him, overwhelmed by him.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, greedily, his lips and tongue working the ragged skin, his free hand moving across Emcee's warm skin.

After a little while, he bites his tongue to lick the wounds closed. Moving up to kiss him, lips and tongue slick with Emcee's own blood and Eric's own blood, cool and thick.

Reaching down to unzip his jeans.

[i_am_your_host]

Left a little dazed from the blood loss but still wanting more, he whines into the kiss, tasting their mingled blood. He reaches up to caress Eric's cheek and jaw as their tongues intertwine.

At the sound of his jeans unzipping, he slowly breaks the kiss. Lowering himself onto his back, he settles down underneath him and gazes up at him with lustful eyes, licking blood off his bottom lip.

[onceaviking]

Eric pushes his jeans down and rolls his hips, rubbing against Emcee. He's startlingly cold. And hard.

He dips his head and kisses Emcee again as he reaches down to guide himself. His mouth is still wet with blood.

This is easy.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh god, yes," he breathes out as Eric presses against him.

Kissing him back, he grasps Eric's shoulders and angles his hips, wanting him to take him.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses into him slowly, letting himself be enveloped by his heat.

Groaning.

Tightening the grip on Emcee's hip.

[i_am_your_host]

He moans and whimpers against Eric's lips, his fingertips digging into his shoulders as his coldness fills him. Emcee's grasp won't leave bruises, but Eric's might. He doesn't mind.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and bites him again, letting the blood fill his mouth.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh Eric!" he cries out, the heat of his passion and pain causing him to pronounce his name the German way.

Sliding his arms around his neck, he arches underneath him, pressing up against his cool, hard body.

[onceaviking]

Eric can feel his lips tremble against Emcee's skin as he bites him again. And again.

Fucking him.

And then he cradles him in his arms and kisses his lips and his eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

He writhes and thrashes, crying out with breathy moans as Eric's teeth repeatedly sink in and as his hips keep pounding. He clings to him, wanting more and more, until he starts to fade as the blood flows from his wounds.

Eric's lips are slick and warm. Emcee sighs and whimpers under his kisses, as he feels his strong arms encircle him.

[onceaviking]

He is cool to his touch, his lips cold and yielding.

He closes his eyes.

He deepens the kiss with a moan - and then he bites down on his own tongue and letts his own blood seep and drip and stain.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelids flutter at the taste of Eric's blood. He swallows, and kisses him back, breathing deeply.

One of his hands curls in Eric's hair. He can't help it. He can't help holding Eric closer.