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]

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.

[onceaviking]

There are few things as appetizing to a vampire as a rapidly spreading blush. Alas, the hour is late now and he really shouldn't drink anymore from his guest. Not tonight at least, vampire blood or no.

"I do not expect to make a habit of it," he replies, trailing naked after The Emcee, on pale and soundless feet.

[i_am_your_host]

That still makes him smile to himself.

Also the way he can feel Eric's eyes on the back of his neck.

"I hope not. After all, you have your reputation to maintain."

He starts getting dressed -- with what little clothing he came in with -- making no fuss or show of it.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans against the wall.watching his fading blush more than the dressing. That is, after all. What holds his interest.

"What year is it for you now? Same as last time?" He asks. Conversationally.

[i_am_your_host]

He glances up at Eric (standing so sexily again, why must he do that) as he laces up a boot.

"Yes, it's still 1931. Why?"

[onceaviking]

"Just curious. I was there some 14 years later. Didn't go clubbing though."
He shrugs.

It's not important. It shouldn't be any way. It's human affairs and they are not important to him. They certainly hadn't been at the time.

He runs both hands through his wet hair.

[i_am_your_host]

He looks at him for a few moments (oh that's not fair, running his hands through his hair like that). And instead of asking What were you doing there?, he asks,

"What was it like?"

To satisfy his own curiosity.

[onceaviking]

"Grim. And not particularly satisfactory," he replies. "I was there on - personal business."

Business he seems disinclined to tell anything more about.
"You will be returning home , now?"

[i_am_your_host]

Grim.

He tics his head in an I thought as much gesture. It's all anyone from the future relative to his own time has told him. When a vampire says it's grim, it must be really fucking grim.

And he wasn't going to question Eric about his personal business in any case. Personal business is none of his. Especially the personal business of a vampire.

"Back to the Klub, yes," he says, folding up the tangle of suspenders straps. Luckily he was going to change out of this particular outfit before he came through the door.

"I think I will find a rich stuffed shirt to buy me a large dinner tonight. I'm feeling rather peckish."

He smirks up at Eric as he pulls on his leather coat.