Outside

[onceaviking]

 The air is cool but it does little to calm him.

He has never been this close to a fairy. Not one like this. He can tell that he is in over his head, but he couldn't care less. He can smell the fairy's blood and it overpowers everything else around him, until it is the only thing he can focus on.

He pulls on the fairy's arm as he moves toward the sheltering trees. When he looks back at him, his fangs have dropped. White and gleaming. 

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[sidhe_king]

Finvarra can tell Eric is in far over his head as well--and it only amuses him. His teeth are bared as he laughs, moving forward as if he's simply tripping along over the grass, footfalls weightless and ethereal as his laughter echoes around them and the smell of grass and apples surrounds the pair.

"Come catch me, vampire," he teases. "You want what I have--come get it." He's still only at arm's length, and it would take no time for the vampire to pull him in and sink his fangs into the moon-pale neck that Finn keeps showing him.

[onceaviking]

This time, Eric growls and reaches for him.

He knows that he should be wary, he knows that he shouldn't trust one of the fae, but he cannot think straight. Not when the creature keeps teasing him, keeps showing him its pretty neck, where he can see the blood pulse, just beneath the skin.

His hands are large and white in the darkness between the trees.

[sidhe_king]

He has no illusions about what this is--Eric may be old in years, but he is only a babe in the cradle to Finvarra.

He lets the vampire catch him, laughter quieting as he comes up close.

"I've said you could bite," he says silkily. "But will you?"

[onceaviking]

And so he bites, aiming for the point on Fin's neck he's been staring at all the while they moved. Mesmerized by the movement of blood.

The very scent of the fae is intoxicating when he is this close. Wild.

[sidhe_king]

The feeling of fangs sinking into his neck isn't wholly unfamiliar to Finvarra, though he still hisses much like a cat whose tail has been seized, fingertips digging into Eric's shoulder. He's no half-blood, though, and his blood is powerfully intoxicating for nearly all who drink it.

[onceaviking]

Liquid fire. It burns inside him, as it floods his mouth and washes down his throat. Like had he bitten the sun maiden herself.

His eyes close as he moans, pressing himself against the fairy, trying to get closer, trying to become one with the fire that is lighting Finn up from within.

He can see it even with his eyes closed.

The hold of his hands shift as he drinks, no longer trapping, but caressing.

[sidhe_king]

For the first few minutes his heart beats rapidly, attempting to escape from his ribs; when the arms around him loosen, Finn relaxes just enough to worm a hand between himself and Eric in a mockery of sexual parody. He pushes back violently, clapping a hand over this throat where the punctures are.

"Enough." His eyes are dark and feral, appearance less human and more fae, everything about him sharp and wild as he loses his footing--for the first time in his existence.

[onceaviking]

And Eric pulls him with him as he falls backward, landing in the grass.

He doesn't feel the impact as he hits the ground. He feels like he is floating, like the air is the sea holding him up.

He laughs.

[sidhe_king]

He...is laughing.

That's not what he expected. Finvarra has never let a vampire bite him before--he's met several, but never gotten close enough to let anything happen. He doesn't precisely know what to make of Eric's condition, tilting his head and letting the loose fringe of his ink-black hair brush the vampire's face.

"What has come over you?"

[onceaviking]

"I don't know," Eric murmurs, reaching up to touch Finn's hair. It tickles.

"You, I think."

His words are slurred and his eyes, searching for Finn's, look hazy.

[sidhe_king]

Finn studies that expression, and it reminds him so very much of the humans when they drink too much--or drink any of the faerie wine he gives them. The realization makes Finvarra smile, laughing brightly as he makes himself unashamedly comfortable on top of the vampire.

"You are drunk. On my blood."

[onceaviking]

"Mmmmm," Eric mumbles. "You are pretty. And you taste like - "

His hands end up splayed on Finn's thighs.

His accent have grown stronger.

[sidhe_king]

Finn doesn't move them; he only slides up against Eric with that same mysterious little sharp grin.

"And I taste like...?" Eric tastes like blood; when Finvarra leans in and kisses him full on the mouth, harsh and with no trace of the teasing from earlier, he tastes his own blood on his tongue. "Tell me, vampire," he whispers against the blonde's ear. "And give me your name. I can let you drink more."

[onceaviking]

"Sunshine," Eric says, dreamily.

Finn's whisper tickles, but that is not the only reason Eric bursts out laughing again, once Finn's mouth has left his.

"No, no, no, you cannot have my name," he chuckles. Drunk, not stupid.

"Pretty fairy." Petting Finn's thighs. And hips. "You can call me Northman."

Teja had called him Nrothman on the note, he'd put up. He'd rather liked it.

[sidhe_king]

"Northman," he murmurs, testing the name as he sits up, considering Eric as he slides against the hands that pet and stroke his legs. "I like it, for a handsome vampire. What a pair we make," he muses.

His fingers comb through the long blonde hair and tug absently on a little lock of it, releasing it so Finn can splay his hands low against Eric's belly. "Say my name, Northman. Finvarra."

[onceaviking]

"Finvarre," he repeats as he keep shis eyes locked with the fairy's; the r's low and gutteral.

His lips are stained dark, making his fangs look even whiter, even longer, as he looks up, lips parted.

"Finvarre." It's almost a whisper. "Come."

[sidhe_king]

There's a haughty little chuckle as Finn leans in closer, his neck still bloodied. His eyes gleam when Eric says his name, and he traces those lips with his fingertips, lingering over the points of his fangs.

"Will you bite again?"

[onceaviking]

"... yes." An even softer whisper. "Yes."

His fingers are trembling against Finn's legs. Trembling, like he is trembling inside. Feeling as if his body and mind is slowly coming apart. Seeping away.

[sidhe_king]

He brushes his black hair away from his throat in clear invitation, one hand snaking down to grasp and twine with Eric's fingers.

"Then bite," he says, soft and wild as their shade-dappled patch of quiet woods.

[onceaviking]

And so Eric bites him again, and this time he is moaning loudly as the blood fills his mouth.

Filled with joy and lust and sadness, his own self drowing in the wild and rushing emotions. A stark contrast to the cool calm of vampire existence.

He closes his eyes and blood tears roll down his cheeks, steaking them with crimson.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra lets out a keening sort of gasp, letting his head fall back as Eric drinks. He's wary of the vampire taking too much, but until he feels it affect him he'll let the boy drink.

His neck will look a mess by the time they're done, though.

[onceaviking]

And this time, Eric practically clings to him, his face buried, his fingers tangled in Finn's hair.

He can hear Finn's blood sing as it passes from Finn's body into his, feel it burn and churn in his veins.

He feels hot, his skin tingling and electric, his penis so hard it hurts. His lips, oh his lips, painfully sensitive, stretched across his own fangs, pressed against Finn's soft, soft skin.

He too is making noises, small, soft whimpering sounds, as the world around him disappears and there is nothing but the blood.

[sidhe_king]

There's a long while before the sidhe's breath begins to come short, and he starts to lose the ease of keeping his appearance mostly human. His fingers elongate--not much, but his nails turn into near claw-like things, and his cheerful pixieish smile turns sharp. The quiet filled with panting breaths and echoing, startled little sounds shatters

This time when he pushes Eric off it's with a cry at the fangs being torn out of his flesh, though he doesn't separate them entirely. "Any more and you'll drink too much, Northman," he whispers.

[onceaviking]

Eric whimpers as Finn pulls back, but he doesn't try to pull the fairy back down. His fingers are still caught in Finn's hair, but he cannot make them move as he want them to, cannot make them grab hold of the fairy and pull him close.

His lips are swollen and his eyes, pupils hugely dilated, have a dazed look to them.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra untangles Eric's fingers and moves his arms up over his head, twisting up a little smile, neck still bloody and his form will fae, still wild and inhuman in all the essential ways. "And now?" he asks sweetly.