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 is a pale presence beneath the rippling surface.
With his eyes closed, he looks like a statue, its beauty distorted by the water.

Then he slowly reemerges, using only his legs and what updrift the is in the water.

[i_am_your_host]

He's never seen anything so eerily beautiful before, and he stares until Eric rises and breaks through the surface. He meets him with a beaming, awed expression.

He would kiss him but that might be too forward.

"It must be quite deep. Is there a ledge I can sit on?"

[onceaviking]

Eric wipes water off his face and nods at the right hand side of the small pool.
"There," he says, "but it really isn't that deep at all."

He doesn't seem to notice the look on Emcees face.

(He has).

[i_am_your_host]

Eric looks like a merman with his blond hair and broad, glistening shoulders just breaching the surface of the water.

"I can't see the bottom. The illusion is wonderful, though."

Emcee moves over to where Eric indicated and carefully sits on the edge, lowering his legs into the water. He gasps a little at the temperature, but it's more soothing than scalding. Sliding into the water, he exhales a breathy moan at the sensation of being completely engulfed in heat.

"Ohh, this is marvelous..."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles, seemingly pleased that Emcee gets it.

There's no smugness in the smile.

"I know," he says.

The steam softens the vampire hardness of his features. As does the smile, small as it is.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sinks down up to his ears as he perches on the ledge of rock, bobbing slightly with the gentle movement of the water. Gazing across its surface through the haze of steam, Eric is...a vision.

He knows it's an illusion. He knows his senses are still heightened from vampire blood. He knows Eric really doesn't have to do anything to turn him on.

He vaguely wonders if Eric can hear his heartbeat under water.

"Oh, it's so much better than just sitting in a tub of hot water. This feels natural. The heat and the steam are very-- penetrating."

[onceaviking]

Eric's smile widens.

"Yes," he agrees before adding, "I can tell."

So maybe it's the heartbeat or maybe it's the way Emcee's skin is heating up or maybe it's just a guess.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's skin is indeed heating up, what with the way Eric smiles.

Eric is hot no matter what, but in this light, in this shimmering dark water, in this enveloping steam...

"You are just so fucking beautiful, darling."

[onceaviking]

Eric blinks, slowly.

Then he moves the very short distance to Emcee and presses against him, running his lips along his jawline.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps softly, tilting his head to the side and wrapping his legs around Eric's waist. As he slides his hands over his back, something else gets his heart racing.

"Eric...your skin," he says in just above a whisper. "It feels-- almost warm."

Another illusion created by the heated water.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small sound against his skin and bites him.

[i_am_your_host]

He lets out a sharp cry, clinging closer to him. His hands roam over his back, his shoulders, his sides. He can't stop touching him. His skin just feels so different.

[onceaviking]

Eric moans as he drinks, savoring the sensation of palms moving across his wet (almost warm) skin.

[i_am_your_host]

Even Eric's mouth feels warm with his blood. He presses against him, Emcee's inner thighs rubbing against Eric's hips. He slips a hand between their bodies, fingers touching, always touching, until they curl around Eric's cock.

[onceaviking]

He's hard.

And almost warm to the touch.

And he moans - open mouthed - at the touch, because he is hard and almost warm and because Emcee is light and forward, with slender, nimble fingers.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric feels magnificent in his hand. Stroking him just for the sake of stroking him makes himself hard, and he exhales a hot breath of desire near Eric's ear as he nuzzles the side of his neck.

"Oh, Eric, fuck me," he whimpers, pushing off the rock ledge and rising up against him, buoyed by the water.

[onceaviking]

Eric shudders at the touch to his neck, and then he slides his arms around Emcee as his fangs come down. Hard.

He grunts as he presses against him. It's close to a human sound,

But the fangs pressing against his neck - there is nothing human about them.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee aligns Eric's cock with himself so that Eric doesn't have to let go.

"Yes," he gasps when he feels solidness between his thighs, the points of his fangs against his skin.

[onceaviking]

So he penetrates him.

Twice.

Closing his eyes and loosing himself in the sensations, of blood and heat and water and life.
Warmth.


Life.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee cries out, a raw, uninhibited sound muffled by the steam that envelops them. Arms and legs wrapped around Eric's body, he clings to him as they float.

A trickle of blood runs down the back of Emcee's shoulder and tints the water red.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hands settle on Emcee's hips as he moves up and into him with sharp, measured thrusts.

Drinking.

Surrounded by blood-tinted steam (he can smell it, he can feel it everywhere ) and heat.

[i_am_your_host]

The water ripples with each thrust, splashing gently against the rocky sides.

Emcee moans, his eyes closed, his head lolling back and fully exposing his throat.

It feels like a dream. Hot, wet, sweaty, hazy. Weightless, floating. Eric's body feeling almost warm. It's what he's always wanted to feel.

[onceaviking]

The wet sounds of the water, the wet sounds of Eric's mouth pulling at the wounds, they fill the small room, like the steam.

There is nothing in the world but them. Nothing is real except for blood and skin and flesh.


Eric moans against Emcee's skin.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a panting, throaty groan with each pull of Eric's mouth, every thrust of his hips. He arches against his body, rubbing, gyrating, skin to skin. He wants Eric, all of him, all of him all over him, before he goes cold again.

His groans become breathy, keening cries. His hands grasp at Eric's back and shoulders. Fingers slide up his neck into his wet hair. The water becomes choppy all around them.

"Oh god, Eric," he pants desperately, his voice high like a woman's as his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Yes, yes--!"

[onceaviking]

Eric closes his eyes and moans, at the hand in his hair, at the hot water licking at his body.

Like a sea of blod rising to meet the prow.

At the air touching his face and his shoulders. The cool air.

He drives deeper as his mouth falls away from Emcee's neck with a gasp.

And he comes.