AU Week: Sinric as Godric

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and dark. He switches on the light as they enter and it illuminates the huge bed, the small table, the low chairs.

There are a few objects scattered around. A small Viking ship on the desk, a few framed pictures on the wall.

Eric holds the door for Godric, silently.

Not speaking out of turn - and not able to even if he wanted to.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Beautiful." Godric croons, running his hand over the smooth hardness of Eric's chest, the curve of his neck, the sweep of his shoulder.

He leans in to brush his lips over Eric's throat, groaning as he exquisitely torturing himself by holding back. The brush over ivory fangs leave only the faintest of grazes.

His lean body presses against Eric's, sensual and just a touch colder that Eric's marble flesh.

[onceaviking]

He tries to hold still, but he can't.
And when he reaches up to run a hand down Godric's back, his fingers are trembling.

it isn't real

He moans again. A soft, plaintive sound.

[thewidewideworld]

"Eric." Godric purrs, his fangs brushing Eric's skin again. "My beautiful Eric."

He aligns himself over Eric, Lowering himself onto Eric as he presses his fangs into Eric's throat. The scent of blood, rich and strong fills the air as he drinks and drinks deep.

[onceaviking]

Biting.

If you peel off all the layers of any given vampire, that is what lies at the core. The blood. The biting.

It hurts.

And it is supposed to hurt and it brings bloody tears to his eyes and it is supposed to do that.

And it makes him buck against Godric's slight weight that in reality would do little to hold him down, and it makes his whole being feel as if on fire.

[thewidewideworld]

Godric rears back, snarling softly. His fierce face even more beautiful for the blood. He pants roughly as he rides Eric, licking away his tears. He bites his tongue, adding his own powerful blood to the kiss.

[onceaviking]

Eric gasps into his mouth as his fingers dig into his back. Desperately.

He wants this.
Godric.

He wants everything to be as it used to be. Before The Great Reveal. Before everything got complicated.


"Don't leave me."
It's close to a sob.

(But he already did.)

[thewidewideworld]

Godric rears back, ivory skin streaked with blood. He smiles darkly, showing his fangs. "I chose you as the companion of death. You're mine."

He shift, lifting off Eric's impaling member and enters him, fucking him hard and fast. He bites down in the other side of Eric's throat, adding to the sensation.

Slight as he is, he's far older than Eric and stronger in ways few expect. He pins Eric down - taking, claiming, owning.

[onceaviking]

Eric keens and moans, already trembling, already close.

He kisses Godric's wrist and then he bites down, forcefully.

Partially to keep himself quiet.

Blood floods his mouth and he comes - and everything disappears. Everything stills.

[thewidewideworld]

Godric doesn't come. But he does need to. He has all he need - Eric joined with him; blood and body, heart and mind.

He eases back to close the wound on Eric's neck, licking him clean with little cat lashes of his tongue. He purrs and strokes Eric's cheek, leaving smears of his own blood over his skin.

They both look like a murder scene, like apex predators at the height of desire. "My beautiful Eric. My father, brother, son." He kisses Eric slow and deep.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves close, wrapping himself around Godric.

Everything is as it should be.


Except it isn't.

But he will take it.
He will take it.

He kisses the pit of Godric's throat tenderly and closes his eyes.

Dawn is getting closer.

[thewidewideworld]

Godric returns the kiss, pressing his lips to Eric's hair and whispering soft words of blessing.

As Eric gives in to the dawn, Sinric feels the change beginning to come over him. And he knows it will be bad.

He tries to hold on to Godric, to use the vampire's strength to move away from the carnal house of a bed but Godric too grows heavy and slow.

He makes it to the floor, crawling now to reach the room beyond where he hopes he can find water to wash.

[onceaviking]

As he feels his lips moving against his hair and skin, he knows it is wrong.
As he slowly begins his descent into darkness, he knows it is wrong.

The bond isn't there.
It is like the visions, he has had. The dreams. Almost, but not quite real.
Except this time, it was.


And yet, it wasn't.

His eyes close. His body stills. His mind grows quiet.

The sounds are wrong.
The scent.

His fingers twitch against the mattress, but apart from that, he does not stir..

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric crawls for the small room he can see, making it only the cool tiles. There's blood in his mouth and he fights not to vomit and fails.

There's blood on his skin and face, none of it his but the blood oozing from the ragged wound on his wrist is.

Unable to fight the waves of dizziness and sickness assaulting him, he swoons, passing out on Eric's bathroom floor.

A small human shape lays forlorn on the tiles, the skin beneath the blood tinted here and there with patches of pale gold that are textured more like snake scales than skin. He lays unmoving all the hours of day.

[onceaviking]

The sun inches down towards the horizon and Eric's eyes fly open.

wrong

He doesn't need to look around to know that his bed is empty.

He closes his eyes again and presses his lips together.

The faint heartbeat in the bathroom is both familiar and not.

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face. Then he sits up, still with his face in his hands.

Ten minutes later, the door to the bathroom opens.

"Oh,fuck it."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't stir, his pale skin mottled with bruises and his breathing shallow.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls.

Then he steps over and tears into his own wrist, letting the blood spatter across Sinric's face and wrist.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric coughs and chokes as the blood splatters his face. Half aware, he tries to pull away from the source of it, curling in a defensive ball.

He sobs in a strange mix of terror and relief as the pain retreats.

[onceaviking]

He is not up for this.
So not up for this.

"Sit up."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric forces himself to his knees, into a posture of submission he seems accustomed to.

He keeps his eyes down, trying to catch his breath.

Eric's discomfort and nearness messes with Sinric's curse and shadows of Godric's tattoo fade in and out on his patchy gold skin.

[onceaviking]

"Stop it."
He sounds testy.

He also sounds on the verge of tears.

[thewidewideworld]

"I can't." Sinric answers, eyes still down, his voice just as shaky and tearful. "I don't control my curse, sir."

[onceaviking]

Eric takes a step back.

"Are you still bleeding? "
He wants him out.

[thewidewideworld]

He looks down at his wrist, scrubbing at the drying blood to check the freshly healed skin. "No, sir." The space helps and his skin stops darkening with Godric's marks. His own skin is clearing and returning to its usually pale pink and patched gold scale. "The worst of it is over. I will go, sir." He's still blood-stained and naked but he's just as eager to flee Eric as Eric is to be rid of him.

[onceaviking]

"Look at me," Eric says, mostly to make sure that he won't draw attention.

Clothes might be a good idea as well.


And then he asks, because he can't help himself - "... were you him?"

[thewidewideworld]

The youth's eyes are an odd shimmery gold, shot through with little licks of orange. Overly bright perhaps.

He lowers his eyes at the question, his body language fearful. "Yes. And her also. Because you desired them." His voice catches with a smothered sob. "I don't usually change unless I'm touched but your desire overcame me from across the room. I've never know desire that powerful."