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 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.

[i_am_your_host]

"Who is Ginger?"

Emcee partially opens his eyes. It's a name Eric hasn't mentioned before.

[onceaviking]

"One of the humans I employ. She's -"
How to explain Ginger?

"She's not altogether there. And easily startled."
Likely on account of being not altogether there.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee frowns, and then smirks.

"How can she be an employee of yours if she's easily startled? I would think that a sturdier nature is required when working for vampires."

[onceaviking]

"She's worked for us for ages," Eric says. " And it's gotten progressively worse."

A pause.

"It's the glamouring. It scrambles people's brains."

[i_am_your_host]

The smirk disappears.

"Oh."

He thinks back to when Eric glamoured those thugs in the alley. It was funny, but actually kind of terrifying to see the effect.

"I suppose that working for you for so long, she's-- been privvy to many things you would rather she not remember?"

[onceaviking]

"It's really more a question of Ginger being utterly incapable of keeping her trap shut," Eric says.

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, I see."

He blinks a few times.

"Well, she seems loyal, at least."

[onceaviking]

"She is very - determined," Eric says with a suffering look on his face. "Luckily, she is also easy to distract."

[i_am_your_host]

"Is she a fangbanger?"

There's also the implied question, have you ever bitten and/or fucked her?

[onceaviking]

"Oh yes, " Eric says and then he adds,"And no. No, no, no."

It was rather heavily implied.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has to laugh at that.

"I didn't say anything! --All right, so maybe I did wonder if she was at least food or fucking material, but you've made that perfectly clear."

[onceaviking]

"I'll never be that desperate," Eric says with firm conviction.

[i_am_your_host]

He's still giggling.

"Well, it's good to know that you have your limits."

He sighs and settles down, lazily eying Eric's profile.