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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[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).

[i_am_your_host]

It's the kiss that does him in.

Well, yes, and Eric's incredible cock.

But there's no way the Emcee can hold on any more, reeling between the touch of his cool lips and exhilaratingly merciless thrusting. He starts to crumble with short, whimpering gasps, thrashing like a mouse caught in a snake's coils-- when suddenly his entire body jerks, going rigid, arching sharply, a loud cry escaping him as his orgasm finally claims him.



This is the best fuck he's ever had.

[onceaviking]

Eric tightens his hold on him as he spasms, growling a little in his ear. And then he slowly turns over in the air, putting The Emcee down on the wet floor without crushing him with his weight.

He is being quite considerate tonight.

He moves up ( and pulls out) and lands on his feet. Soundlessly.

Then he adjusts the temperature of the water and starts washing off. Humming a little.
That was a good one.

[i_am_your_host]

Boneless and dazed, the Emcee is on his hands and knees on the shower floor, alternating between shivering and melting as he closes his eyes and bites his lip in the wake of toe-curling aftershocks. He licks at the warm water running over his lips.

Life is beautiful.

He lifts his head a little at the sound of humming.

He never figured Eric to do that in the shower.

An absurd, amusing thought to be having right now.

Slowly turning over, he eases himself onto his backside (he might be feeling this for a while) and sits against the wall, drawing his knees up, head lolling back on the wet tiles. Just gazing up at Eric as he washes.

[onceaviking]

Eric is efficient, moving his hands in broad strokes down his belly and sides, then his legs.

He clearly enjoys the water and just as clearly either doesn't mind or quite enjoy being watched. At least being watched like this.

He hasn't come but that doesn't seem to bother him. That part gets washed just as efficiently as the rest of him.

He runs his hands over his face and the water running down his body turns bright pink.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee is fairly sure that he's never seen a more physically perfect man. It's boggling his mind (even if he wasn't still feeling high, either on vampire blood or from his climax) how Eric is so beautiful.

And then he notices the water. It's tinted pink as it courses down his torso and legs, pools at his feet, swirls down the drain.

He wipes water droplets from his eyelashes to check if he's just seeing things and sits up straighter, alarmed.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him. Then he looks down to see what has him so alarmed.
Then he shrugs.

"I rinsed my mouth," he replies. And then he smiles. Just a little.
"And I think I may be leaking a little."

There is a hint of dark red at the tip of his still hard cock.

There is nothing but blood in a vampire.

[i_am_your_host]

He says nothing, only looking a little bit more relieved.

There is just so much he still doesn't know about Eric.

Shifting from where he's sitting and onto his knees, he moves closer to him.

"Shall I get you off, or...?"

He's aware that Eric's arousal causes his fangs to drop.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his feet a little further apart. A subtle invitation of sorts. Granting permission.
His skin is pale and wet and glistening. His cock is pale and wet. And glistening.

He let his head fall back as his fangs come down with a click. White and cruel.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric towers over him, beautiful and god-like, breathtaking. It would be so easy to worship him, cling to his knees, grovel.

But the Emcee has never truly felt the need to do so.

The fangs still strike fear into his heart, but he stares the danger in the face.

And he slides his hands up Eric's thighs to rest his palms on his hips. Leaning in, he sweeps his tongue up the underside of his cock. His lips then follow the same path with hungry, open-mouthed kisses.

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles. A slightly ominous, but generally pleased sound.

This feels less like something he ought not enjoy. The Emcee's in-betweenness makes some things far less complicated. Such as enjoying this.

His lips twitch, as he closes his eyes, giving himself up to enjoying something that still holds some interest. Though not in the way it did when he was alive.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee curls his fingers around the base of his cock and slips the tip between his lips -- taking him in, inch by inch, until he's completely engulfed. Cool and solid in the heat of his mouth. He then begins to work at him with slow bobs of his head, tongue rippling with every swallow.

If Eric wants a moment of enjoyment, then it's a moment of enjoyment he'll get.

[onceaviking]

His hands settle on The Emcee's shoulders, cool and heavy, but his touch stay light.
Even when he starts to move, slowly, slowly, rocking into the engulfing warmth.

But every moment of enjoyment must come to an end, and the end comes before Eric's does. He tries to be considerate in this matter. Few would enjoy having their mouth flooded with blood. Besides, there has been enough of that already. As it were.

[i_am_your_host]

Eyes closed, he hums a faint purr when he feels Eric's hands on his shoulders. When he touches him, despite the coolness of his skin, there's something...human about it.

But he doesn't come.

And that just leaves the Emcee baffled because he knows he gives really good blowjobs.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks down at him, eyes glittering and dark.

The fangs look very big, when they out like this, resting against his lips.
He retracts them, before he speaks, but his voice still sounds different. Almost a little strained, definitely somewhat hoarse.

"There is nothing in me but blood. This will do."

His fingers move from one slim shoulder and through The Emcee's hair in the sort of absentminded affectionate gesture he is comfortable giving here.

"It is not as important as it once was," he says, " and that almost seems a shame. Right now."

Which is practically a compliment. Right there.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee doesn't know how to respond to this. To any of this.

First the idea of coming blood (he definitely would not have been prepared for that but at least it's been added to the Things I Didn't Know About Vampires Before But Now I Do checklist), and then Eric pretty much petting him, which is unheard of, and then paying him what sounds like a compliment...?

And for once, for some reason the sight of his fangs didn't frighten him.

For one fleeting moment, he actually feels pity for Eric. Just a little bit. And disappointed that he can't give Eric something truly pleasurable other than his own blood.

But that's what vampires need and want more than anything.

The Emcee nods wordlessly, a wan smile twitching at the corners of his lips, and he gets to his feet, a little wobbly from kneeling. Unafraid of grabbing onto his arm (lightly) to keep his balance, he then looks him in the eyes, ruefulness showing in his own, before reaching up to touch Eric's cold cheek.

"It certainly is a shame, darling," he sighs. And he turns to step out of the shower.

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs. Unseen.

"Things are different for us. Some things loose their importance, others gain significance. There is no sense in mourning what's lost, when so much is gained."

It's the most he has ever spoken to The Emcee about what he is. And how he is it. Perhaps, the is still a sense of intimacy after sex, that leads to speaking of things you might otherwise keep quiet about. Even if you are a vampire.

Or maybe he just felt like explaining. For he is not someone whom you pity.

He turns off the shower and finds a towel, drying off briskly.

[i_am_your_host]

"You have had a thousand years to learn to live with changes like that. I can barely cope with switching cigarette brands," he adds with a chuckle.

He dries off slower, passing the towel over his face and sweeping his hair from his eyes.

"Surely you miss some things, do you not?" he ventures in a soft, cautious tone. It's probably the most personal question he's asked Eric about what he is.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks over at him, seemingly a little surprised at the question.
He shakes his head, dismissively, "No," he says.

And then, after a brief hesitation, he adds, softly, "I don't miss the sun. Not as such. But the way it gilds the waves, out at sea ..." His voice trails off and then he adds, in a much lighter tone, "And beer. I miss getting drunk. But it's a small thing and of no consequence."

[i_am_your_host]

He's never heard Eric speak that way about anything before. And a thought strikes him: he would have liked to have known him when he was human.

There must still be something left of his humanity inside him, but the Emcee won't press him to speak more of the sea or ask any more questions like that lest he become annoyed or angry. He knows when to stop before spoiling a good mood.

He breathes a soft chuckle, smirking. "Well, at least you no longer can have hangovers -- or can you?"

[onceaviking]

The Emcee is a wise one. When it comes to people and potentially dangerous topics.

The area they are moving into now is much less fraught with risks."there are fairies. Their blood is quite - intoxicating. But the after effects are not like a hangover exactly. Everything just stays a little - out of focus for a while," he answers.

[i_am_your_host]

It's in the Emcee's nature to read people, and it's his job as well. Keeping things light and stress-free. Humans are sometimes difficult to figure out; but with Eric, erring on the side of caution is always the best bet.

"Fairies? Indeed? Well, I doubt there is anything special about my blood, but..."

He gives Eric a coy little smirk before turning to the mirror to fix his hair, and is not at all surprised that he can see Eric's reflection behind him because obviously the legends are wrong.

[onceaviking]

And Eric's reflection lifts an eyebrow.

"Well, you are very tasty. And enthusiasm always lend a certain something to it.."
He smirks.

"As does bitchiness. And balls."

Which is fitting really. With a threshold creature like The Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

The way the blood suddenly rushes to the Emcee's neck in a blush that takes him entirely by surprise will be more than obvious to Eric.

He utters a short but bright laugh and shakes his head at his own silliness. Although he won't lie to himself that Eric calling him a tasty and enthusiastic bitch with balls is going to outlast the high from vampire blood.

...Oh dear god, what a night it's been.

Turning around and leaning back against the sink, he faces him with a wry grin.

"You absolutely must stop flattering me, darling, but then again, I know you don't like taking orders."

He then brushes past him to take his coat from where it was hanging and continues out into the main room.