OOM of sorts - outside at night

[onceaviking]

This is not a moonlit stroll hand in hand.

Eric is obviously headed somewhere specific and he steers Emcee in the right direction with a firm hand on his neck.

The night is pleasant and starlit. The animals stay away though. Most animals give vampires a wide berth and the wildlife around Milliways is no exception.

Finally, they reach a small cluster of trees not too far from the lake and Eric stops, turning to look down at Emcee. He looks right at home here, in the darkness.

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[i_am_your_host]

He can't tell if the branch is swaying any more than it should, because right now his main concern is the incredibly intense sensation of Eric's cock completely filling him.

"Mein Gott, Eric," he cries out, writhing in his grip in ecstasy, so very, very close to the edge.

[onceaviking]

The enthusiasm is the same.

It's quite infectious really.

So he kisses the corner of his mouth. His own lips are still sticky, but the blood on then has cooled.

[i_am_your_host]

He tastes salty pennies on Eric's kiss. And he turns his head slightly to fully meet his mouth, uninhibited and unafraid in this moment. And just as he had done as a woman, his tongue darts between Eric's lips to lick a fang.

[onceaviking]

That gets him another hungry, eager growl.
And an impossible, deeper thrust.

[i_am_your_host]

And that is more than enough to send him clear over the edge. He tears his mouth away with a raw cry skyward, body seizing violently, clenching hard around Eric's cock, neck arched sharply and throat bared.

He's never been bitten during an orgasm.

[onceaviking]

Eric can take a hint. At least when he agrees with it.

He bites down, sharply, pulling Emcee away from the tree trunk and close to himself. The movement is enough to make his feet slide , right off the branch.

Not that it matters. He doesn't care at least, all his attention on the warm blood filling his mouth. And the tightness enveloping him. Holding Emcee close, suspended in the air.

[i_am_your_host]

It's a simultaneous surge and drain of energy; body leaden but weightless; mind soaring and falling; overpowering pain...and pleasure.

He comes again -- too dazed and hoarse to find a voice to cry out with, but the unrelenting sensations grip him once more, as if wrenching every last bit of ecstasy out of him.

Finally, completely and utterly spent, his arms drape loosely over Eric's shoulders; his legs start to slide from his hips. He would be concerned with falling if he weren't still conscious enough to feel Eric holding him.

[onceaviking]

And seeing as they are still alone, Eric drifts down, alighting lightly on the grass, still holding Emcee. Pulling out as he licks the latest wounds on his neck. Thoroughly.

It's closer to an embrace, because that is the way it ended up while they were up in the tree, and he hasn't bothered shifting his hold.

He also wants to make sure that Emcee can stand before he lets go. He might have drunk a little deeply. And Emcee did smell of gin when he came over.

Of course, he tends to smell that way.

[i_am_your_host]

Floating down feels nice, if a bit dizzying, and he shuts his eyes, his head slumping onto Eric's shoulder as he licks at his neck. Their feet touch solid ground, and he leans bodily against him to keep from sinking. He groans deliriously.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters, face half-buried against his chest. "My trousers."

And he breathes out a drunken chuckle.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks around in the dark.

"They're over there," he says, nodding toward the base of the tree. And then he hooks a finger under Emcee's chin and tilts his face up, to have a closer look at his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" he asks. Not out of concern, mind. Just - he'll have to figur out what to do with him if he can't just leave him on hips own.

That's all.

[i_am_your_host]

His eyes are heavy-lidded but clear.

And Eric's face looks like something out of a Hollywood horror film, with all those sharp, angled shadows.

"I'm fine," he mumbles, and he slowly pushes off of him, his hands pressed to Eric's chest just because he can. "I only need a few moments."

He staggers a bit, but manages not to fall even though his legs feel like jelly. Tottering is a skill back home, really.

"I am definitely going to feel this one in the morning," he says as he fetches his trousers. He leans back against the tree for balance as he puts them on.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him, impassively. Arms crossed.

"You're going to go sleep in my room," he says and it's not really a suggestion.

"I'll wake you before dawn."

It's a strange parallel to last time. A slightly twisted mirror image. Not Emcee asking, all swollen lips and huge eyes, but Eric borderline commanding.

"If you keel over, I'll never hear the end of it."

He's protecting himself. That's reason enough.

[i_am_your_host]

He pauses mid-buttoning-up and blinks at Eric through the dimness. He knows full well that he isn't emtionally concerned about his welfare; it's just that he's very practical about it.

And whether it's an offer or a command, the Emcee is not about to refuse it at this point. The last time, she had to plead a little.

"Um...all right?" he replies, still a bit surprised. "Thank you."

Trousers fastened, he takes a minute to rest against the tree, looking at Eric's large, shadowy form.

"What do you mean, you'll never hear the end of it? From who?"

[onceaviking]

He makes a vague gesture in the air.

"People. I am sure you have friends here. And whenever someone is involved with a vampire, no matter what happens it is always the vampire's fault."

He looks into the night sky. "Enough are negatively disposed toward me as it is." Case in point that they both know; Father Harmann

[i_am_your_host]

He frowns.

Eric is a tricky individual to defend against the likes of Father Harman without his own bias getting in the way and becoming stuck in an endless loop of semantics and prejudices. But he likes to think that he himself can be just as practical and detached as a vampire. Sometimes.

He then immediately thinks of the only other person he's met who still bears bite marks.

"Did something happen to Jay?" he asks quietly.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him, face unreadable.

"Of course you know each other," he says after a lengthy pause. "And yes, something happened to Jay. He acted against his own better judgement, and everybody conveniently blamed me."

Another pause. Then he amends it to, "Most people blamed me."

[i_am_your_host]

"So the general gist of it would be that he happened to keel over, and people jumped to conclusions."

Jay is just a boy who still thinks he's invincible when he flirts with death. But the Emcee isn't so sure if there's even a difference between them.

[onceaviking]

"He did a job for me. In my world. Right before he left, he offered me blood, and I took it. Assuming that he would do something sensible like eating and sleeping once he got back here. He didn't."

Eric leans back against another tree, arms still crossed. "I am not Jay's problem. If anything, I am a symptom."

[i_am_your_host]

(Eric's arms look really nice when they're crossed like that.)

He nods slowly.

"Perhaps. But humans and their attachments and addictions, you know. They can't help it." He huffs a wry chuckle.

The cool night air helps to bring some life back into his leaden limbs. Breathing deeply, he tilts his head back and gazes up the towering tree trunk, wondering how things came to be so surreal.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll take care not to implicate you should anyone assume that my choices are not my own."

[onceaviking]

"I know," Eric murmurs, suddenly flush against him.
"I let you stay where I sleep because I trust you to not do anything stupid. Because if you did - I would have to make sure that you would never do it again. That is the reality I live in."

It's not an excuse. An explanation perhaps.

"Will you need anything to eat now? There is still wine I think."
Back to being practical.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps sharply and forgets to breathe as he blinks wide-eyed up at him, as imposing as the tree. His words rattle him a little, but he understands the gravity of the rules by which Eric lives.

Exhaling a breath, he shakes his head.

"No, thank you, I'll have something in the morning. But I think I'm all right to go now."

Eric certainly helped getting his heart rate up again.

"And I may be unconventional, darling, but I am not stupid," he adds dryly.

[onceaviking]

"That is what I like about you, Emcee," Eric says. Using his name, or at least the one he has chosen.

"Survives and those who can see through the bullshit. Those are people I can stand being around."

He puts an arm around Emcee's shoulders, to guide him along in the dark.

The walk itself is uneventful and Eric's arm stays in place as they walk through the main room and up the stairs.

His room is tidy and he remembered correctly. There is a decanter, half filled with wine, on the low table.

[i_am_your_host]

He smirks up at him.

"Well now, doesn't that make me feel special?"

Yes, his tone is as wry and teasing as it always is, but he can't help that feeling deep down that he's earned something. And he is grateful that he trusts him.

And goddamn it, he will indulge in having Eric's arm around his shoulders. He is level-headed enough to not read anything into it, of course, but he'll save the fantasies for later.

He also wonders if anyone will notice him going upstairs with this hot guy. That had always been a thing for him at the Klub -- when people look on in envy as someone particularly attractive chooses to spend some private time with him. It's all a game, really. All a game.

Once inside Eric's room, he sheds his coat and drapes it on one of the chairs by the low table.

"I'm going to have to stop wearing white whenever I plan on seeing you," he remarks ruefully as he starts to unbutton his bloodstained shirt.

[onceaviking]

"You can have Bar replace it. While you're having breakfast," Eric says, walking across the room to switch on his laptop.

The generous giver of gold. That's what a chieftain was. How else would he have kept his men loyal? Eric likes being able to be off-handedly generous. It feels right.

He sits down, his attention already mostly on the screen in front of him. It paints his cheekbones blue and castis his eyes in shadow,

[i_am_your_host]

He pauses and looks at him from across the room, already turned to the machine on the desk. He didn't expect the offer and he's about to protest, but why look a gift horse in the mouth?

"...Thank you. I'll be sure to take the shirt with me, by the way," he says wryly as he lays the garment over his coat.

He then helps himself to a glass of that wine.