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[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and dark.

Once they are inside, Eric turns on the bedside lights and pulls off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor.

There's a bottle of brandy on the small table and the bedding is Egyptian cotton, smooth and silky.

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[i_am_your_host]

The boy enters Eric's room with wide eyes. He remembers this place. He remembers how scared he had been, upon realizing what he was about to do with a vampire.

That evening had gone in ways he'd never expected.

But such is life.

The boy stands by a chair and toes his shoes off while unbuttoning his waistcoat. He glances over at Eric, at his bare body, large and pale, and his breath quickens a fraction.

[onceaviking]

Eric toes off his boots and pushes his jeans down.

Naked.

Listening to the sounds the boy is making.

Such sweet sounds.

He looks over at him.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy's head swims with arousal and excitement.

His fingers tremble as he unbuttons his shirt and trousers and quickly sheds them. He leaves his clothes on the chair, and pads over to where Eric is standing.

Pale, small, slender, a mop of jet black hair hanging in his dark eyes, he looks up at him with silent eagerness. Silent, except for the thundering of his heart.

[onceaviking]

Eric places one large hand at the small of the boy's back.
Gently pulling him closer.

And then he kisses him with cold, smooth lips.

(He just feels like it. He doesn't need a reason. There is no reason.)

[i_am_your_host]

He shivers at the first touch.

And his eyelids flutter closed at the kiss.

His own lips are soft and very warm, as is his breath that ghosts over Eric's cheek.

Kisses like this don't need reasons.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves a hand into his hair, deepening the kiss.
Hungrily.

Pressing his cold body against the boy.

[i_am_your_host]

He moans softly, shivering, and wanting more.

Now he ventures to touch Eric, lightly resting his hands on his sides. Where Eric's hands are large and strong and could easily crush him, the boy's hands are small, delicate, almost feminine. And very warm.

[onceaviking]

Eric closes his eyes.

He deepens the kiss, running a thumb down the boy's cheekbone.

[i_am_your_host]

His warm, wet tongue meets Eric's cool one. He kisses back with soft, eager whimpers, sighing at his gentle touch, and touching him in return. Cold, marble smooth skin. Solid, marble hard muscles.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves back, just a little, and lets his fangs down.
Watching the boy with hooded eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy gasps and starts with fright, but doesn't try to move out of Eric's hold. In fact he's quite rooted to the spot, his wide-eyed gaze fixated on those long, sharp fangs. His instinct to run is strong, yet his desire is stronger. His desire for Eric, and his desire to please him.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in again.
"Relax," he murmurs. "Relax."

His voice is soothing, almost hypnotic.

[i_am_your_host]

His voice is the sexiest thing he's ever heard.

The boy closes his eyes for a moment and takes a few deep breaths, but even so his breathing is quick. Relaxing is easier said than done.

But he bodily leans against Eric, still eager despite his fear. Fear is part of it, after all.

[onceaviking]

Eric envelopes him in his strong arms, holding him close.

And then he bites down.

Hard.

[i_am_your_host]

He cries out, squeezing his eyes shut against the stab of pain. It almost makes his knees buckle, but Eric is holding him. And he holds on as well, his slender arms wrapped around his middle.

[onceaviking]

He sickles the wounds as his hold slowly transforms, back into an embrace.

[i_am_your_host]

The pinched look of pain on the boy's face slowly dissolves, until his eyelashes merely flutter with every pull of Eric's mouth. His head lolls to the side as he whimpers softly, his toes curling. Within Eric's embrace is simultaneously the most frightening and arousing place to be.

But the boy likes it. He wants it. It never matters what a whore wants but Eric seems to be giving this to him anyway.

[onceaviking]

He is small and soft and fragile.

Eric drinks, running his fingers through the boy's hair, stroking his face.

He drinks and pauses to kiss the corner of his eye, leaving a sticky smudge on his skin.

He drinks.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric is gentle with him. The boy starts to wonder vaguely if Eric is as gentle with everyone.

He starts to go a little lightheaded, but he rouses himself against it.

"Eric," he moans softly, pronouncing his name the German way, and the rest of his words come out in German as well. "I feel as if I'm going to fall..."

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small sound and then he moves his head away, to bite down on his own tongue, and moves back close.
Kissing the boy.

[i_am_your_host]

The taste of blood. How could he forget.

His eyelids flutter halfway open and he responds with a small noise of surprise-- at the taste more than the kiss. And while he can taste his own blood for a moment, it's immediately overpowered by Eric's. Cool and thick and sickly sweet with the tang of condensed iron.

The blood of life.

He swallows and kisses him back, rising on the tips of his toes.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides one huge hand down the boy's back, steadying him as he deepens the kiss.

He's retracted his fangs. And his lips have grown, not warm, no, but less cold.

[i_am_your_host]

The boy kisses back with renewed hunger and desire that surges through his veins. His limbs thrum with it, and it makes his breath hitch with the effort to catch up with it.

He can feel the largeness of Eric's hand on his back. And the faint change in his lips.

"Eric," he whispers breathlessly against his lips, "let me please you?" He resets his small, warm hands low on Eric's hips.

[onceaviking]

Eric's breath comes out as something between a hiss and a sigh.

And then slides his hand all the way up the boy's back to curl his fingers in his hair, as he moves his face away from his.
Murmuring, "...yes."

[i_am_your_host]

The boy's fingers press into the solid flesh of Eric's hips.

He plants small, supplicating kisses on Eric's chin before moving his lips down the center of his chest. And then he lowers himself to his knees, slowly, without dislodging Eric's fingers from his hair.

Panting hotly and heavily, his lips brush against his muscled abdomen, and he darts his tongue out like a cat to lick his skin.