Eric's room, night

[onceaviking]

The room is just as clean as the last time The Emcee was here.

This time Eric carries the man all the way to the bed and dumps him there. Unceremoniously.
He is very strong.
And fast.

But when he touches The Emcees face, his hand is almost gentle. And cold.
His fangs come down with a click as he runs his other, just as cold, hand up the inside of The Emcee's thigh.

"I can bite you there," he suggests. Suggestively.
The large blood vessels are favored by plenty of vampires. And it is a very symbolic place to bite. And to be bitten.

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[onceaviking]

"You should consider yourself lucky that I am in a good mood, Mausi," Eric says. Conversationally.

"I don't take being ordered around kindly."

He puts a hand on The Emcee's shoulder, steadying him.
"And here I thought men would be less work than women. Less hysterical too. How wrong I was," he mutters. "And nothing was being bitten off. Really now."

He might have to offer to slap him. He is clearly hysterical.

[i_am_your_host]

"I am not hysterical," he hisses through clenched teeth, tucking his legs up and leaning away from him out of spite, still massaging his temple.

"And what do you mean- who is ordering you around? Did I order you around? Do tell me what I did that you apparently misconstrued as me ordering you around."

(Hitherto unknown side-effect of vampire blood: excessive bitchiness. Well. At least in the Emcee it is.)

[onceaviking]

"Your hand on my neck," Eric replies. Calmly.
And the 'stop'. But he is willing to let that slide, considering that Mausi was panic-stricken just there.

"And you are. Honestly, if you insist on turning into a woman, why can't you grow tits as well? Small perky ones would suit you nicely and it would give me something to play with while you screech."

Because he won't be paying attention to the words.

[i_am_your_host]

He glares at him.

"Oh, fuck you, darling, it's called grabbing. People do it with their hands, you know. And if you didn't want me to grab you like that, you say, 'Don't grab me like that,' not bite my balls off- oh, pardon me, almost bite my balls off!"

He gathers up his coat around him and scoots off the bed, ignoring the slight wooziness as he gets to his feet. It's nothing like the first time since he expects it now, and he also has the added benefit of vampire blood in his system to counteract it.

"And you think I'm turning into a woman? Well, just look at me: it's already my goddamned time of the month!"

Turning on his heel, he stomps off in the direction of the bathroom.

"I need a fucking shower," he announces. "And you can't shower with me!"

Door slam.

Exeunt the Master of Ceremonies.

[onceaviking]

Eric sits, looking at the closed door, his face cold and impassive, still wet with blood.


Then he throws his head back and laughs.


He likes them feisty. He could do without the bitchy, but feisty is fine.

He gets off the and walks over to open the door. There was that thing about orders again.

"Are you pissed off because I didn't fuck you?" he asks, without preamble, leaning against the doorframe.

(He is also making sure that nobody is dying out here. Or having other strange reactions to his blood.)

[i_am_your_host]

So far every night that he's been with Eric has ended up with him seeking refuge in the bathroom. Two for two.

He's about to turn the shower on when the door opens, and he whirls around, annoyed.

Verdammt, why does Eric have to stand there so sexily.

"No," he snaps in response to his question.

Eric may be taller, bigger, stronger, and, well, a vampire, but that doesn't stop the Emcee from standing right in front of him, looking him in the eye, stark naked.

"I am pissed off because it fucking hurt, darling. You see, there is actually a very significant difference between 'mmm, yeah, hurt me, baby,' and 'ow, shit, that fucking hurts, you arsehole.' And don't you dare fucking say that I was asking for it. Yes, I like pain. Yes, I like it rough. I have withstood a lot of shit from a lot of people, and willingly at that, and even enjoyed it, so I am not about to be coddled, but I trusted you to know how far to take it."

[onceaviking]

Eric's amusement fades.

His face becomes still. Then he says, slowly, "Sometimes, I forget what it was like. Being human. I didn't mean to frighten you."

That is practically an apology. As close to one as he will ever get anyway.

[i_am_your_host]

The ire in the Emcee's eyes flickers and wanes. Sometimes he can be a bitch and difficult to deal with, but not many people outside of the Klub staff have seen that side of him. Seen that he is, in fact, human.

"Yes, well...there is that," he murmurs, nodding.

He's quite familiar with the roundabout saying-sorry-without-saying-sorry apology, being adept at it himself.

"Just...try to be a bit more careful next time if you still want there to be a next time," he sighs. "And I'll try not to...grab at you or anything. I don't care how you use me, darling, but like I said before, everyone has something somebody else wants, and I like what you have."

Having said his piece, he turns from him to step into the shower.

[onceaviking]

Eric stays in the doorway, looking at The Emcee. He may seem like a fragile thing, but he is remarkably gutsy.

"How're you feeling?" Eric asks.
He's not come across anyway reacting quite as snarly after drinking his blood. He wants to make sure there aren't any other side effects.

[i_am_your_host]

The hot water hits his skin and it's as if he can feel every single droplet landing on him. He stares at the back of his hand for a moment like a hippie on an acid trip.

"Fine," he says abruptly, snapping out of it. But it's an incredible sensation.

Still with his back to Eric, he washes away whatever is left of his makeup, and the blood on his leg spirals down the drain.

"I'll be all right," he adds in a softer tone.

Eric did bring him back from the point of passing out and bleeding to death.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over, ignoring the water drenching him. He is still fully dressed and his dark jeans are getting soaked.

He puts an arm around The Emcee and slides a finger along his jawline. Gently insistent to make him turn his head.

To have a look at his eyes.

You can normally tell how deep they've gone by looking at their eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps at the arm around him, almost, almost recoiling at the touch, but although his heartbeat instantly begins to race and his breathing quickens, there's always a bit of fear mixed in with the excitement and arousal.

Slowly turning his head, he looks up into Eric's icy blue gaze. The Emcee's eyes, dark and wide with uncertainty, are somewhat dilated, and a little bloodshot (but that was there before this all happened).

[onceaviking]

"I do believe,"Eric says, smiling, " that you are a little high."

He leans in (when they are under the influence of blood everything takes on new meaning, everything is more) and nuzzles The Emcee's cheek. Whispering, "I won't hurt you. I am sated." His lips moving against his skin, right in front of his ear.

[i_am_your_host]

It really does feel as if he's on a drug. The startling clarity, the hyper-sensitivity to heat and cold, to soft and hard. The touch of marble skin and wet clothing. Everything within himself and without.

It's better than heroin.

He swallows hard at the whisper in his ear, eyelids fluttering, droplets of water dripping from his lashes. He licks his lips.

"But I'm not."

[onceaviking]

"What ever are we going to do about that?" Eric whispers in his ear. His breath soft and oddly cool.

"Do you want me to -" he pauses, running his lips down The Emcee's jaw line. "Take you? Fuck you."
He says it delicately, enunciating every syllable.

[i_am_your_host]

He tips his head back with a shaky sigh. Just the sound of Eric's voice could make him come, and at this very second he feels as if he's never been so aroused in his life.

"Fuck me," he rasps against Eric's lips, breathless, head lolling in an almost imperceptible nod. "Fick mich, bitte."

[onceaviking]

There is movement and Eric is naked.

He looms over The Emcee, body hard and white, the water following the contours of his muscles, the plane of his back and shoulders.

And then he is lifting him into the air, turning him over, sliding his hands under his arms and onto his chest, fingers splayed, moving one strong leg between his.

[i_am_your_host]

There really is nothing a mortal can do against the raw strength and speed of a vampire except take it.

And so the Emcee finds himself in Eric's powerful hold, disoriented for a moment until he feels his back pressed against the vampire's chest as cool and solid as a slab of carved rock. There's almost no need for him to brace himself on anything, but he grasps his forearms for the sake of it and parts his thighs wider, arching against him, hooking his feet around the backs of Eric's legs.

Tilting his head far back against Eric's shoulder, a spray of steaming water rains down directly on his bared throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric hitches him up, just a little, and presses against him, a hard, blunt pressure., his cool cock a stark contrast to The Emcee's hot skin.

His lips rest against the side of his neck, feeling the pulse just behind the skin. Cool. Sleek. Moving ever so slowly down toward his shoulder.

[i_am_your_host]

His eyes shut tight and he gasps harshly, the coolness of his flesh sending waves of pleasure rolling and crashing through him from head to toe. He then slowly sinks down on Eric's hips, exhaling strained moans that echo off the walls, wanting every inch of him inside him.

He reaches up and slides his fingers through Eric's wet hair, keeping his neck stretched out. Offering it to him if he wants it. Because he still trusts him.

[onceaviking]

And Eric takes what's offered, biting down slowly and controlled with liberal use of his tongue and lips. Softening the bite.

He can drink a little without doing any harm. And when the little mouse offers, it'd be a shame not to accept it.

He moves his hips slowly, a strange counterpoint to the movement of his lips on The Emcee's skin. Ignoring the water that is coming right down at his face. He doesn't breathe. It doesn't matter.

He is almost gentle now.
Taming the shrew as it were.

[i_am_your_host]

He tenses and hisses with pain when Eric's teeth break the skin, but the sensation becomes absolutely exquisite coupled with the movement of his hips. It's downright hypnotic.

This is different. He knows what Eric is capable of, and might be capable of, but this honestly never crossed his mind. Maybe it's his blood in him that's making the experience better than it is; maybe Eric's just being nice. For now. Or a combination of both.

Whatever it is, he's thoroughly enjoying it, even as his own blood trickles from the wound in his throat and down the front of his body, bright red against his pale skin, the water pooled at Eric's feet turning pink. The Emcee moves his hips against his, grasping Eric's arms for some leverage, eagerness growing, encouraging him to thrust harder.

[onceaviking]

And he does so, moving The Emcee a little to be able to get deeper, increasing his pace.
Fucking him very,very thoroughly.

And suddenly he lets himself fall back, still holding The Emcee close to his chest.
Floating in the air, a hand or two above the wet floor, moving up and into the body of the man on top of him.holding on to him. Tightly.

[i_am_your_host]

Rasping grunts and groans fill the room as the Emcee loses himself in sheer bliss-- or almost sheer bliss.

True ecstasy like no other is experienced when Eric's cock presses impossibly deeper into him, and he writhes nearly uncontrollably in his steel grip.

It's through a haze of lust and steam that he realizes that Eric is levitating. He realizes it, but he can't process it. He's too far gone, too delirious to even try, and he can only hang on for dear life as he's carried to the edge. Fucking him in mid-air.

[onceaviking]

Eric increases his pace yet a fraction, enjoying the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin.

If he was asked to describe that sound, which he isn't, and complied, which he wouldn't, he would call it alive. There's the blood and that ecstasy and that is what matters most now, but there is also still the old, familiar enjoyment of fucking someone, and that hasn't changed.

He licks the wound closed and moves his lips to the other side of The Emcee's neck. And kisses his skin. Fucking him even harder. Even faster. Stretching him between soft lips (with the ever present threat of death) and a hard, relentlessly moving cock, impaling him (promising release of a different kind).