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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[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.

[onceaviking]

If asked if he would ever do this, Eric would have laughed. Only for his maker and even that he would have denied. The things we learn in childhood stay with us, even after death.

But his mind isn't working now, drowned out by the pulse of the fairy's blood inside of him.

And so he offers his own neck, trying to say something and managing only a moan.

[sidhe_king]

Finn's eyes light up, and he grins with a full exposure of his teeth, sharp enough to break skin easily. With one free hand he tips Eric's chin up enough for him to have room, and he bites down at the center of the vampire's offered throat, breaking the skin and letting the blood wet and flood his mouth before he pulls back.

It makes using his magic a little easier, that, and without looking around them the branches begin to change, to form a sort of canopy around them. Under them the grass grows thicker, more like a cushion. "How sweet a vampire I have," he murmurs, blood wet down his chin. "To offer me the same as I give him."

[onceaviking]

Eric shudders. It is as if the fairy's words take on shape and colour, painting the world around him in sunset hues.

He pulls a little at Finn's grip on his hands. Not trying to get away or to dislodge the fairy, but simply to touch the red wetness on his lips and chin. He cannot seem to tear his eyes away from it.

[sidhe_king]

"Can you speak no more, North-man?" he asks, licking the corner of his mouth provocatively once he sees what Eric is looking at.

He dips low to lick at the blood smeared over the vampire's throat like a cat at a dish of cream. It spreads over his mouth as he bites again and again once the wounds close, the same ghostly laugh echoing around them.

[onceaviking]

Eric groans as his skin is pierced again and then he starts talking, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Snälla älva, snälla du, lät mig smake - lät mig - " Trailing off into another moan as his hips rise.

[sidhe_king]

Finn just laughs--he doesn't know the language Eric speaks, but it certainly sounds needy enough to excuse his lack of fluency. He shifts, and presses his knee between the vampire's thigh.

"What do you want, pretty vampire?"

[onceaviking]

The answer, or rather answers, to that are wordless, as Eric rubs against Finn's knee and tries to lift his head enough off of the ground to lick his face.

Or possibly kiss him. It's a little hard to tell.




(ooc: bedtime soonish)