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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[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.

[onceaviking]

Eric shudders against him, against the hand in his hair, against the lips pressed against his mouth.

And still his hips move, as he kisses him again, as he gasps, open mouthed, as he squeezes his eyes shut.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee holds on and pushes back against his hips as much as he can, taking him in deeper, squeezing him. With breathy, urgent whimpers he kisses blood off Eric's parted lips, licks it off his fangs.

One hand is still curled tightly in his hair, the other rakes across his broad back as he peaks.

[onceaviking]

The fang licking makes him sob and gasp and drive even deeper into the tight heat.

- and then he comes. Silently, swallowing all sounds as so much blood.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee throws his head back with a choked, strangled cry--

Things seem to go dark and blurry at the edges for a moment, but he's still clinging to Eric as if his life depended on it.

He's left panting heavily, shivering, body wracked with the ebb and flow of pain and ecstasy.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs his face against his shoulder, his (bloody) neck, his chin.
And then he kisses him again, slowly, his mouth wet and sticky with his own blood again, as he touches him, again, with large and careful hands.

Stroking his sides, his face, his arms.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric leaves trails and smears of blood on Emcee's skin wherever his mouth goes. Like being nuzzled by a lion after it's fed.

Emcee swallows with the kiss. Warmth and life courses through his veins, healing him, heightening his senses in a dizzying rush. Eric's touch feels all the more cooler. More gentle, almost tender.

He runs his warm hands down the slope of his back. Skin as smooth and muscles as firm as marble.

[onceaviking]

There's the faintest hint of a tremor, right beneath that marble-cool skin, as Emcee's hands move down his body.

A yearning for something beyond reach made flesh.

He slides his arms beneath him and holds him close, still managing to keep enough of his went off of him to avoid crushing him.