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 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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes snap open and he gasps sharply, a cry caught in his throat, choked out as a strangled whimper.

A sudden, distinct coolness fills him, flowing between his thighs before turning warm with the water.

And he falls limp in Eric's arms. Eyes still open, eyelashes fluttering, staring up at the drifting steam.

The water surrounding them is red with their blood.

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He can hear the drum of Emcee's heart.

Like the waves beating at the shore.
Like the water lapping at his sides and back.

He dips his head and licks at the blood that's still oozing from the wounds.
Slowly.



Slowly.

[i_am_your_host]

At the touch of Eric's tongue, Emcee lets his eyes close fully, remaining mostly limp in his hold. He stretches out one arm, letting it float on the surface of the water, slowly sweeping it back and forth making gentle waves.

His other hand is still lightly curled in Eric's hair.

[onceaviking]

Eric rubs his face against Emcee's damp and bloodied skin, smearing blood and sweat across his cheeks and chin.

Touching his face with the tip of his fingers.
Gently.

He feels like crying.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sighs deeply. Everything is so warm and slow and soothing and it makes him feel as if he were suspended in a hazy dream.

[onceaviking]

The sigh makes Eric open his eyes.

Hmm.

He bites down on his own tongue with a loud crunch and moves impossibly closer to let the blood drip from his own mouth ( almost warm, supple, soft) to Emcee's.

[i_am_your_host]

The gruesome sound in the quiet of the room makes Emcee's eyelids flutter open.

Eric's face hovers over his own, his lips parted and dripping with slow, thick blood. And Emcee licks at his mouth, the strokes and flicks of his tongue both sensual and teasing. Lifting his free hand out of the water (warm and blood-scented), he touches Eric's jaw and sips a slick kiss from his lower lip.

[onceaviking]

Eric closes his eyes.

There is nothing but blood and warmth and lips in his world.
He kisses him back.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee breathes a soft, warm whimper into his kiss. His fingertips leave wet, pale pink-tinted streaks on Eric's skin as he caresses his cheek.

The smell of blood clings to the perpetually rising steam.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his arms around Emcee and turns them both, away from the ledge, holding Emcee up with his arms and body.

Holding him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps softly and holds onto Eric's shoulders-- lips still clinging to Eric's as well-- as he's effortlessly swept through the water.

It's almost like when Eric flew up into a tree with him, but here they can both just float, in the center of the pool. The water laps against their necks and shoulders.

He continues to kiss him indulgently, their legs brushing against one another.

[onceaviking]

Eric retracts his fangs and tips his head a little to the side, to be able to deepen the kiss.

His own lips feel warm.

It's an illusion. It's fleeting. It isn't real.

But right now, it is. As real as the steam. And the blood.

[i_am_your_host]

Illusions fade. But such is the nature of things that bring immediate pleasure, whether it's the taste of blood or the feel of warm skin.

Even Eric's teeth are an illusion without his fangs. Which is why Emcee relishes the kiss a little more fervently, a kiss where Eric feels just the slightest bit more human.

He wraps his arms around Eric's middle, to keep his own arms under water, to touch him where his skin feels the warmest.

Of course Emcee likes him as a vampire. But you always want what you can't have.

[onceaviking]

The things you a not have always have the greatest draw.

Eric holds him tighter, a smaller, lighter body against his own.

And then he moves them back to the edge.
And then he lets go. His lips the last part of him that moves away.

[i_am_your_host]

It feels like an embrace.

Neither of them are what the other wishes them to be. And the pleasure that comes from pretending is all too brief.

Emcee's arms slip from Eric's body, and his lips cling on for just a second more. With a soft sigh-- not of irritation or annoyance, but just a little disappointment, and ruefulness that an enjoyable thing has to end-- he sinks back against the rocks until the water laps at his chin. He closes his eyes for a moment, a faint smile on his lips.

[onceaviking]

And Eric moves under the water, letting it caress his face and play with his hair.

And then he moves up with a powerful kick, breaking the surface, surrounded by sudden crests.