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[onceaviking]

It's foolish. He knows deep down that being outside in the night with Fin is dangerous. Even to him.
But he can't help himself.

The lure of the powerful fairy blood is too strong.
Strong enough for him to make promises.

So when the fairy taunts him - he jumps.
Fangs down, hands outstretched.

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[sidhe_king]

Finvarra is a tease--this everyone should know. He darts away from Eric at once, laughing.

"Come get me, vampire," he teases.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and twists in the air, reaching for him.

Tease.

[sidhe_king]

Finn just giggles, and stands still so Eric can catch up, holding his arms wide, neck bare.

He knows Eric wouldn't like it so much if he gave in willingly; no one does. Fairies are capricious, that's how people like it.

[onceaviking]

Eric stops while there is still a hair's width of air between them and draws in breath.
Tasting him.

His skin.

His blood.

He reaches out with one hand, aiming for Fin's neck this time,not his wings.

[sidhe_king]

Finn lifts his chin, waiting for Eric to come to him. He has no fear of being bitten again, after how it went the first time.

[onceaviking]

Eric's cool fingers touches Finvarre's neck, sliding almost hesitantly along his skin.
Then he closes the space between them and dips his head to rest his lips against Fin's throat.

It looks effortless. It is anything but. Fin will be able to feel the tremendous effort in the way Eric's muscles spasm, ever so slightly. In the tension in his body.

His eyes are huge and a little mad now.

[sidhe_king]

Finn stills, only his chest rising and falling with his breath, waiting for Eric to bite.

[onceaviking]

For a moment, he seems almost paralyzed.

And then he bites.

One hand gets tangled in fin's hair, the other flutters against his side, fingers trembling.

Sunshine. Sunshine and apples. Wine and the taste of stars.

Eric moans against Fin's skin.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra laughs, resting his hands against the vampire's waist, feeling the strength in his blood leave him, burning as it does.

[onceaviking]

It's like falling. Up, up, up into the night sky .
It's like drowning in blood and honey and fire.

Eric's eyes are closed. His whole body is on fire now, hard and trembling. Trembling against the body in front of him that seems increasingly unreal as Fin's blood fills his mouth and ignites everything inside of him.

Like drinking the sun.

Bloody tears trail down his cheeks.

[sidhe_king]

"Stop, Eric," Finn murmurs, feeling the blood smeared over his neck and down his shoulder begin to dry out.

His voice is rough, low and echoing as he pulls back from the man's mouth. "That's enough."

[onceaviking]

Eric whimpers as the blood stops flowing. His fingers curl around Fin's upper arms, but there is no strength in them.

He cannot tell if he is still standing. The light is blinding him.
(But his eyes are closed).

His face is smeared with blood. His own and Fin's.

[sidhe_king]

He's only just standing; Finvarra tilts his head and touches his lips to Eric's eyes, smearing the blood away.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he asks. "We feel different."

[onceaviking]

"...yes."
It's a soft, soft whisper.

He moves his head as if to catch Fin's mouth with his.
Perhaps.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra lets him, for a moment, with a little laugh despite the fact that he's smeared with blood both his own and not.

He's been in worse situations, by far. "What does it feel like to you?"

[onceaviking]

"You're burning me,"Eric whispers, his eyes closed, his lips moving against Fin's.
"Like a hearth. Like the sun."

He is aching. Trembling. Slowly coming undone.

[sidhe_king]

It would seem strange that Finvarra, not one of the lighter, happier faeries in existence, would burn inside a vampire, but then, the laws of nature never particularly rules over the two of them, did they?

"Do you like it?" he asks.

[onceaviking]

Expecting fairies and vampires to make sense is likely rather pointless.

Eric opens his eyes and falls into Finvarre's gaze. Whispering, "No," even as he tries to get close enough to put his mouth on Fin's skin again. To bite him.

[sidhe_king]

Finn laughs right then, and ducks out from under the vampire's grasp, whirling away on light feet with a grace that's entirely inhuman.

Much like his smile. He's a tricky fairy--periodically he needs to remind the bar at large of this fact. "Come catch me, Eric," he taunts, just out of reach.

[onceaviking]

Eric stumbles after him, with far less grace than he normally possess. He can't feel his feet properly. They tingle.
Just like the rest of him.

He wants the fairy. He wouldn't be able to express what he wants him for. He just wants him. Now.

He may have heard the sounds he is making as growls but to others they'll sound like whimpers. Needy, hungry, lonely whimpers.

[sidhe_king]

He may be after Finn for quite some time like that; he keeps disappearing when he's so close to being caught, leading the vampire deeper into the forest where the darkness seems to come alive and wrap itself around them like a cloak.

Finvarra's laugh echoes as he dances along the fallen trees and messy growth of the floor. "Come along, North-Man," he calls, teasing and playful.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't pay attention to where he is going, stumbling over roots and narrowly missing trees.

Chasing the voice that keeps being just at the edge of his hearing, the body that disappears and reappears, over and. Over and over again.

He is dizzy.

In the end, he sits down. Hard. Closing his eyes.

[sidhe_king]

"Pretty Eric," Finvarra murmurs, approaching the vampire on silent feet when he sits down.

"This isn't good for you at all."

[onceaviking]

His eyes fly open and reaches out for the fairy.

"No," he agrees, dreamily. Then he starts laughing. And he can't stop.

So bad. So, so bad.
So good.

He ends up in a heap at Fin's feet. His hair tousled, his eyes dark.

[sidhe_king]

The fairy king begins to laugh along, and just sits down beside the very inebriated vampire, carding his fingers through the man's hair.

"You're hopeless," he teases gently.

[onceaviking]

Eric hums, closing his eyes at the touch.
He reaches up and tries to catch Fin's hand. Just to touch it.

He wants to touch everything.

[sidhe_king]

He lets the vampire grab his hand, turning it over and touching.

"You're very tactile."

[onceaviking]

Eric brings it to his mouth and runs his lips over the back of Fin's hand.

They're cool, despite the blood. A little sticky.

"Yes," he breathes and rubs his face against Fin's fingers.

[sidhe_king]

"Eric, you're marking my hand," he says idly, chuckling. "Why?"

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't answer. He just closes his eyes.

He wants to say 'mine' but he knows Fin will laugh at him. So he just continues moving his nose and lips across Fin's hand.
And then his tongue.