A promise fulfilled

[onceaviking]

Eric unlocks the door - and locks it behind them once they are inside.

The room looks much as it did the last time, Emcee was there. A framed picture of a moonlit ruin has been added to one of the walls and there is a stack of file folders on the desk as well as a couple of books.

The bed is made and the decanter on the small table seems to have been refilled.

Eric walks inside, the way you do when you own a place, leaving his flip flops by the door, and unzipping his track suit top.

He turns to look at Emcee, his gaze heavy and measuring.

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[i_am_your_host]

Whenever Eric puts his hand on his neck, there's always the sense that he can snap it at any time. And it's always thrilling.

That thrill fuels not only his desire to please, but any time Eric lets him do this is a privilege. And he knows he does it well and he knows that Eric likes it. It's good to be able to do something that a vampire approves of.

He takes him into his mouth. Slick, deep, hot. He uses his fingertips at the base of his cock as well, continuing to stroke him there as he begins to bob his head. He comes down so deeply that the long fringe of his hair sweeps over Eric's abdomen. The soft grunts and groans of pleasure reverberate in his throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric groans a little, and moves, just a bit, up and into Emcee's mouth.

This is - this is good.

It's been a long night of strenuous activity. This might not take long.
Not six hours at any rate.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric moves his hips and Emcee replies with a tight swallow and a purring moan.

He knows it doesn't take long. Or at least, it doesn't take long before he tells him to stop.

[onceaviking]

Eric's cock twitches and he tightens his grip on Emcee's shoulder.

[i_am_your_host]

He's just a little bit torn, as he recalls how Eric reacted the last time.

He enjoys making him come because it's something he can do for him, but--


So he continues. But he slows down.

Yet he would do whatever Eric wants him to do.

[onceaviking]

A little while passes.
Then Eric tightens his grip. A little more than strictly needed.

"Stop."

It's not an order. And not a plea. But something distantly related to both.

[i_am_your_host]

He stops.

(Wincing slightly in his grip but it doesn't bother him.)

He lets Eric's cock slip from his mouth without ceremony, and he shifts back onto his knees as he drags his fingers across his wet lips. From under shaded eyelids and behind a fringe of floppy hair, he raises his eyes to Eric's face, coyly deferential.

[onceaviking]

Eric's throat is working and his jaw is clenched.

He breathes.

Once. Twice.

Then he seems to relax. Just a little. He is still hard but the slight tremor, just below his skin, is gone. Willed away.

He still wants to come.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee watches him quietly, still kneeling between Eric's feet.

Then, when the moment of tension passes, he slowly moves forward. Sweeping a hand over Eric's chest and shoulder, he leans in close to murmur, his mouth near his ear,

"You came inside me once. You can come inside me again, if you wish."

A suggestion, an option, an invitation. He won't take it badly if the answer is no.

[onceaviking]

Eric clenches his teeth.

"I want to," he grinds out. "But - no. Not tonight."

the blood is sacred

"No."

His hands are moving down Emcee's body. They are apparently not paying attention to him.
Touching.
Caressing.

"...no."

Running his lips across his cheek. Down the side of his face. Resting his mouth against the pulse beating beneath the skin.

[i_am_your_host]

And he's torn again.

Would Eric get angry for stopping him? Would Eric get angry for not stopping him?

It's not fair.

It's not fair when Eric's lips are on his skin and his hands are on his body, making his breath quicken with desire. It's not fair when Eric can clearly hear his pounding heartbeat and the excited rush of his blood. When he can feel it just under his lips. When he knows he can take it if he wants to.

Emcee's hand comes to rest on Eric's chest. Unsure whether to push away or grasp at him.

A nice uncomplicated dinner? Of course not.

[onceaviking]

Licking Emcee's skin. Lifting him onto his lap.
Bruising the skin on his hips.

Pressing against him, hard and slick.

Running the tips of his fangs along Emcee's skin.

[i_am_your_host]

...So the answer is yes after all.

He's certainly not going to stop him now.

Grasping his shoulders, he straddles Eric properly, knees on either side of him as Eric's strong fingers press into his skin to keep him in place, the solidness of his cock making him gasp. He turns his head, baring his neck to Eric's fangs. He shudders at their touch.

[onceaviking]

Rocking against him. And biting down as he breaches him.
Hard. Hungrily.

[i_am_your_host]

He exhales a strained, breathy cry, his entire body tensing and recoiling at the pain, but holding on and bearing it. When the initial shock passes, he sinks down fully on Eric's cock, rocking in counterpoint as hard as he can. With vampire blood in his veins, he can withstand just a little more, can push back just a little more as well. The pain becomes almost glorious.

Eric fills him completely and drinks from him at the same time. It makes his head spin, makes his toes curl, makes his sighing cries grow louder and louder. His own cock is hard, pressed between their bodies, chafing with each thrust.

He puts everything else out of his mind. Nothing else matters but now.

[onceaviking]

It's easier to control this. Or to accept the loss of control perhaps.

He mouths Emcee's neck hungrily and then he takes hold of him, one arm behind his back, one holding his hips in place, and lies him down on the bed.
Compared with the aggression of his thrusts, it is almost gentle.

He hides his face again in Emcee's neck. And fucks him.

[i_am_your_host]

The breath is knocked out of him when he suddenly finds himself on his back, pinned down and held there. He gasps at the roughness, and for a second he struggles, the urge to stop Eric right there on his tongue. But he doesn't say anything. Yet. He only grits his teeth against the pain, allowing himself to be overwhelmed. And devoured.

Yet it is that sensation of Eric's mouth on his neck that brings him back to himself. Sucking the life out of him. Fucking him senseless. And he winds his way through the vaguely hallucinatory haze, where he can feel every drop of blood leaving him, every muscle in Eric's body ripple with each thrust, to that point where he can just throw his head back and cry out.

No, he will not just lie there. He will hold on until someone comes first.

[onceaviking]

It doesn't take long. Not long at all.

Eric tears his mouth away from Emcee's neck and growls, shuddering into his release. Feeling the liquid heat spreading, leaving him achy and empty.

His mouth returns to Emcee's skin, as he bites down on his own lip, licking the wounds closed. Kissing them. Tasting his own blood. Emcee's.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric comes and he still holds on, even if he is on the brink himself, feeling the sudden rush of heat fill him, spill over him. The primal growl reverberates right through him, chilling him and exciting him at the same time. Everything is extraordinarily beautiful and painful in this moment, and he is overwhelmed by his own orgasm that washes over him like a tidal wave, immersing him in a swirling, glowing buzz.

This vampire blood is powerful stuff.

He feels Eric's tongue and lips on his skin. And he exhales a deep sigh, his toes curling. He runs his fingers through Eric's hair once before he lets his arm flop bonelessly onto the bed.

[onceaviking]

Eric keeps licking his skin, despite the fact that the wounds are most certainly closed now. Cleaning every tiny drop of blood, close-eyed, his lips almost warm now.

He pulls out and away, and then he stretches out next to Emcee. Almost close enough to touch.

There's blood everywhere. Spatters and drops and smeared trails.

[i_am_your_host]

He imagines himself as a human-sized piece of candy being licked by a lion wearing a leather jacket and he chuckles dazedly to himself, passing a hand over his face and immediately wondering what the fuck was that mental image all about.

Uttering a disappointed groan when Eric pulls out, leaving him strangely empty and aching (quite similar to that sensation he felt as a woman), he's aware of all the blood. The stickiness between his thighs, the smell of iron. He figures a shower is in his immediate future but not right now. Because there's a vampire lying beside him and he's hot.

Eyes closed, he sighs and murmurs,

"I hope I paid off my debt to your satisfaction."

[onceaviking]

There is a long, long silence.

Then Eric says, "You have." He sounds quiet, almost pensive.
He doesn't like feeling like this. And yet, he keeps returning to this feeling, this place, as if he can't quite walk away from it yet.

Then the mattress dips as he turns on his side, looking him over.

"Are you okay?" All wounds should have healed, but in retrospect, he might have been a bit - forceful.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm?"

He opens his eyes a crack and turns his head to find Eric facing him, and he almost has to squint to look at him. His eyes are too blue. He turns away and rubs his face in his hands.

"I would bitch at you but you fucked the bitch right out of me."

[onceaviking]

"Is that even possible?"

He sounds vaguely amused. And then he reaches over and turns Emcee's head to look at his eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts. "Probably not."

When Eric turns his face toward him, he cracks his eyelids open again. Blinking blearily, his pupils are obviously dilated.

Eric's eyes are still intensely blue, but at least he can look at him now. He's entranced by them. And he can hardly look away. But he forces himself, and unfortunately the only other place to look at is his lips, and that's not a very good idea.

"I almost wanted you to stop," he murmurs. Still looking at his lips.