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 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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is sensitive enough to feel that tremor. And after everything Eric has shared with him, he finally knows where it comes from.

He continues to kiss him, comfortable under his weight and in his arms. He strokes his back, his shoulders. Just short of his neck, even though he wants to.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs his face against neck, and then he kisses him again, eyes closed.

It's a soft kiss.
Almost yielding.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles faintly. Eric can be a pussycat sometimes. ...A big, cold, dangerous pussycat.

The surprisingly soft kiss warms him despite the cool lips.

And he cups Eric's face in his hands, gently deepening the kiss, because it seems as though Eric is allowing him to.

[onceaviking]

He is.
For far longer than he normally would.

Eyes closed.

And then he opens them and slowly moves away.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric breaks the kiss, and Emcee opens his eyes. His fingertips sweep over Eric's cheekbones as he pulls away.

And then he closes his eyes again, exhaling a deep sigh. More at ease than anything, given how long they were making out.

"That was nice," he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

Eric settles down at the other end of the bed, scrubbing his hands down his face.

"Yeah," he says, non-committally.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee notices the distance Eric is putting between them. And that's all right.

He just rolls over onto his stomach and stretches out, laying his head on his folded arms and closing his eyes.

"You are a fabulous kisser, darling."

[onceaviking]

"Practice makes perfect," Eric replies as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Lots of practice makes even better."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles faintly, feeling a crust of blood at the corner of his mouth. He pokes the tip of his tongue out to lick at it.

"Better than perfect," he chuckles. "I'm not going to contest you on that."

[onceaviking]

Eric watches as Emcee licks at the blood.
Intently.

"Still Bound?" he asks.
And suddenly a boy? And remembering that?

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a whine.

"Still Bound," he mutters, irritatedly.

He makes no mention of ever being a boy, just as he makes no mention of ever being twenty years older. He simply has no idea that these things even happened.

[onceaviking]

They've already talked about being Bound of course.
And having to do the same people over and over.

Still, it seemed like a natural place to mentione having been - age-swapped? Whatever.
Fucking Milliways.

"At least I know Ginger won't have time to burn down Fangtasia in my absence," Eric mutters.