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]

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).

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee opens his eyes when Eric pulls the covers over himself.

Because now they're sharing the covers.

Yes. So.

Emcee nestles his cheek into the pillow and yawns (warmly). Such a human thing to do, yawning.

[onceaviking]

Eric briefly opens his eyes to look in his direction.

Yawns. So human.
Warm and moist.

Then he closes his eyes again.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shifts closer to Eric, almost touching him. Sharing his own warmth with him. Eric has never objected to that either, to falling asleep beside a warm body, to waking up next to one.

But then again he's sure that Eric allows him to get away with a lot of things. Either that or he's just used to him. Like a pet.

[onceaviking]

Eric shifts a little - and runs the tips of his fingers down the side of Emcees arm. Feeling his warm skin against his own coldness.

The way it should be.

The way it is.

And then he moves his hand away and with a final sigh he closes his eyes and sinks down.

There's a warm body besides him, but it's okay.
It's only Mausi.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shivers a little but doesn't open his eyes or pull away. He might even grow warmer at Eric's touch.

No one would ever say It's only Eric Northman, but Emcee still trusts him to not kill him if he suddenly wakes up and wants a snack.

And so he drifts into a deep sleep. Dreaming of water, steam, heat. Warm skin. Blood. Sex.

[onceaviking]

The sun rises and moves across the sky.

Eric is still and silent and cold.

He dreams of killing and rage. And hands stroking his face and hair.
And blood.

[i_am_your_host]

During the course of his slumber, Emcee gravitates to the nearest large body, whether it's warm or cold. And he ends up with his cheek pressed against a cold shoulder, fingers lightly resting on a cold arm. His dreams shift away from heat and blood, to a subconscious, recurring need to keep someone close and warm.