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 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.

[i_am_your_host]

The silence and stillness makes him open his eyes. When he does so, Eric has disappeared with barely a ripple on the surface. But Emcee can still see his pale form in the dark water below, his hair glinting gold.

And suddenly Eric rises up with a splash, and Emcee giggles brightly, wiping water from his face.

"Now you're showing off," he chuckles.

[onceaviking]

"I have a fucking lava pool in my room. Of course I am, " Eric replies, as he hoists himself out of the pool, pale skin glistening against the black stone.

[i_am_your_host]

He laughs.

And he stays where he is as he watches Eric with an admiring, captivated gaze.

He's just so fucking beautiful.

[onceaviking]

Eric pads into the adjoining bathroom, leaving only wet tracks behind.

The steam closes behind him like a curtain.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee heaves a sigh.


He doesn't want to leave the warmth of the water. But after a moment he reluctantly turns around to climb out of the pool, careful not to slip on the slick rocks and floor. Even with the steam filling the room, he begins to shiver, and he follows Eric's wet tracks out into the bathroom to get a towel.

[onceaviking]

Eric is already almost done drying off it seems.
He pauses briefly as Emcee emerges.

Looking at him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee wraps the towel around himself like a cloak and vigorously rubs himself dry. Still shivering.

"What?" he says, when he catches Eric looking at him. "Are you thinking of shoving me into a cold shower to build my character?"

[onceaviking]

"I don't really think it would make a difference," Eric replies as he turns away to check his hair in the bathroom mirror.

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts a soft, wry chuckle, as he comes up behind him and admires Eric's reflection in the mirror.

"I'll only bitch at you if you did."

And he kisses the back of his shoulder with a smirk.

[onceaviking]

It's a nice kiss.

"I doubt anyone could fuck the bitch out of you."

Sounding wry, remembering a middle aged, bespectacled man with a string of numbers on his arm.

It shouldn't be a nice kiss

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs, his breath warm on Eric's shoulder.

"They may try, but they will fail. Is that your assessment of my character, then?"

[onceaviking]

Eric lifts an eyebrow at him in the mirror.

"It might be, " he says. "For now."

[i_am_your_host]

"For now? Ooh. Then I shall take it as a positive review and endeavor to continue to perform satisfactorily for future evaluations."

Then with a flick of his tongue, he licks Eric's shoulder blade, and then leaves the bathroom, towel still wrapped around him.

[onceaviking]

Eric rolls his eyes at him.

(Or himself).

He takes his time finger combing his hair and then he heads out of the bathroom.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is sitting at the foot of the bed, huddled in the towel and drying his damp hair with one corner of it. He looks up at Eric when he comes out of the bathroom.

"Stop looking so perfect all the time."

His lips twitch in a smirk.

[onceaviking]

A small, perfect shrug.

"Can't help it."

He lies down on the bed - still naked - and closes his eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles at that, watching Eric lie down.

And he sits there quietly for a moment, wondering if he should still ask if he can sleep here, or if Eric's silence in the matter means that he can. Eric has never seemed to mind anyway, now that he really thinks about it.

He folds the towel and gets up to bring it back to the bathroom. He then quickly returns to the bed and slips in under the covers, curling up against Eric's weight on top of the sheets.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't say anything, one way or another.

After a little while, he sighs.
(The way he sighs when he feels the sun drag at him).
And shifts around so he can get under the covers as well.
(He doesn't need to; it doesn't make a difference).