OOM - down by the lake

[onceaviking]

The night is dark.
Eric walks toward the lake at a steady pace, a tall and pale presence in the darkness. He is very quiet, the way you are when you are sure footed. And do not breathe.

Once they reach a small groove, he turns. His eyes are glittering.

"This place is good," he says, quietly.
"We'll be sheltered from people passing by. And I happen to like trees."

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[capture_eternity]

"Oh yes," Dorian says, quietly, leaning against a tree and looking at his unbreathing companion. "I like plants, their scents and powers."

[onceaviking]

"What else do you like?" Eric asks, stepping a bit closer.

[capture_eternity]

"Surprises," Dorian says. "Portraits. Unsuitable times of night."

[onceaviking]

"How do you feel about pain? Do you seek it, or do you seek to avoid it?" Eric asks in a low tone. "I can cater to both preferences."

[capture_eternity]

"Pain is an interesting sensation," Dorian says. "I desire to experience all sensations, not only those usually considered pleasant. Those become bland after a while."

[onceaviking]

Why must some people be so fucking pretentious about every little thing?

Eric smiles and says, "In that case, I should think you will enjoy a little bit of Column A and a little bit of Column B the most,"

And then he drops fang.

They are big and long and white. And really, really sharp looking.

[capture_eternity]

"Amazing!" Dorian says, watching the fangs with intense fascination.

[onceaviking]

He is beginning to see why Pam found him tiresome.
Luckily, Eric is far more patient with humans. Well, somewhat more patient anyway. Not that that is hard when compared to Pam.

"Now," he says, silkily, "I can bite your wrist." He touches it with a couple of cold fingertips.
"That way you can watch. Or I can bite you here." He reaches over and touches the same cold fingertips to the side if Dorian's neck.
"It's a somewhat more - intimate method."

He is not going to suggest the inner thigh.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian holds out his wrist -- yes, he does want to watch.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes the offered wrist in one hand.

He has very big hands. Big and cold.
Then he lifts Dorian's wrist up and breathes the scent of his skin. Locating the best spot.

And then he bites.

The bite itself is painful . Some find it frightening or terrifying, others merely unpleasant. But the way he uses his lips and his tongue to coax the blood to flow freely is not at all so. Quite the contrary in fact. Again, to most people.

He closes his eyes as he drinks, his lashes feathered on his high cheekbones.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian watches, amazed and aroused, committing every moment to memory -- the cold touch, the sharp pain, the sensual pull as the blood flows out, the large skull of the predator at this curious angle as he feeds, dispensing pleasure as a side effect.

[onceaviking]

Eric opens his eyes and looks up at Dorian.

His eyes look deep and dark here among the even deeper and darker shadows of the trees.

There is blood on his lips and he licks them clean before bending his head to the puncture wounds again. Teasing then with his tongue.

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Dorian leans back against the tree and moans.

This is a unique experience!

[onceaviking]

Eric growls in answer. It's a low, hoarse, hungry sound.
His lips and tongue pulls on the wound and he swallows. The noises he are making - apart from the growl - are wet. And sticky.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian looks at the feeding creature; he looks up at the dark trellis of the branches before the night sky and savours the exquisite sensation of pull through his veins, the languor, the feeling of submission and arousal.

It is like lying on a warm, languid sea, legs spread open to the moon, caressed by tentacles that might, at any moment, pull him under.

He sighs, softly

[onceaviking]

Sometimes, all this willingness can make a vampire miss the good old days.
The hunt.

Eric suppresses a sigh and takes another, deep pull. And then he bites down on his right index finger and rubs a drop of blood on Dorian's wrist.

The wounds disappear.

He looks up at him. Lips painted with blood.

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Dorian touches his fingers to the predator's lips, then brings them to his own mouth and licks.

"Blood is life," he murmurs.

He wouldn't have needed the healing -- after all, he has a portrait at home, in a secret room, that takes all the damage for him. But he doesn't have to explain, this way.

[onceaviking]

Something flickers in Eric's eyes.

It was something Godric might have said.

But he doesn't say anything. He merely licks his lips and asks, "So - did you like it?"
He doesn't have to ask. He could smell it.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian touches his face again, then puts two fingers in his mouth, sucking meditatively.

"Hmmm," he says, too languid to form more words. What even are words?

Words. They are required for smooth interaction, which leads to pleasure beyond words.

"It was unlike anything I have ever known," he says, pulling himself together. "I liked it very much."

[onceaviking]

One of those. The fetishists.

Eric licks his lips and says, "Maybe you would like to try being bitten there some other time?"
Touching the thin skin just below his jaw. A very light, suggestive touch.

[capture_eternity]

"I might," Dorian murmurs. "Yes. Some other time."

Are more words required now?

"Thank you," he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles. Just a little.

"Anytime," he murmurs and touches that thin skin again, with his cool lips this time.

And then he is gone.

Not vanished in a puff of smoke. Just - gone.

[capture_eternity]

Dorian stays where he is for a long time, savouring the night and the abating sensations, before making his way back inside.-