onceaviking | Outside

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 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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)

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sidhe_king

He keeps his body still, but does let Eric up some, enough to let him kiss or lick at the blood on the faerie's face.

"Still hungry, are you? But, I think, for something other than blood..." With that his knee shifts, giving Eric leverage to rub against something.

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onceaviking

And he does, moving his hips restlessly as he first licks, then kisses, then licks Finn again. Cleaning off every drop of his own blood, tasting himself and Finn in him.

He is growing dimly aware of the fact that he is on his back and that he'd much rather be on top of the fairy, but his body still isn't responding properly, and instead of trying to free his hands, he ends up with one leg slung across Finn's lower back.

Finn's skin looks like silk in the dim light. He wants to run his hands across it. Smell it. Spatter it with blood and lick it clean.

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sidhe_king

Now that's a position Finn can enjoy indefinitely, and he grins bloodily in the dim light, getting his legs under him to be more stable.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, voice full of promise: of sex, of violence, of gore. Of everything.

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onceaviking

He starts in his old tongue again and then manages to shift into something slightly more understandable.

"Want you. Bite you. Bite -" And he arches his body again, showing his neck and pressing his crotch against Finn at the same time.

He's hard and for a brief moment all he can feel of himself is hard flesh and hard fangs, his whole being stretched out between those two points.

"Touch you. Touch - " And he arches again, constrained by his clothing and the dizzying sensations that still clouds his senses.

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sidhe_king

"No," he says fiercely, pinning Eric by the throat back to the ground, hovering over him. "Touch me all you like, but do not bite," Finvarra all but growls.

He tugs at the waist of Eric's trousers, not caring if he tears the material.

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onceaviking

Eric hisses at him, but the hissing turn to a whimper, as the fastenings of the linen trousers Teja brought him, gives and he feels air on his skin. Air and Finn.

He manages to free one hand and reaches up to touch the fairy's face. His fingers tremble violently as they touch first his bloody chin and then his lips.

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sidhe_king

Finvarra's tongue licks out to caress Eric's fingers with a breath of laughter as the hand not holding the vampire's arms reaches into his trousers to stroke teasingly between his thighs. His touches are light but hard enough to feel, palm rough and warm on the erection that's pressing against his own.

"Better?"

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onceaviking

Eric lets his head fall back and pants, the fingers of his free hand blindly touching Finn's face. And throat.

Pressing only hard enough to feel the pulse.

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sidhe_king

How violent a coupling it will be, the faerie thinks. Each of them has the other in a grip, and one has to let go if they want to get any closer.

Finn is the one to let go first, bringing his hands down to tear away their clothing--rougher with the items than he'd normally be, but now he just wants them off. He doesn't lose his position, though, as he rips the black fabric encasing his legs in an effort to have it done away with. "Do you want me, pretty vampire?"

It's asked with the voice that's lured so many humans--beyond count, really--into his world, to never come back again.

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onceaviking

Eric's answering 'yes' looks and sounds like a snarl.

He reaches up to grab Finn's shoulders, to pull him down. His hands still feel like they are not really a part of him

And he is burning up. Frenzied.

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sidhe_king

Finvarra grins a feral grin and bites Eric's tongue while he kisses him, harsh and unforgiving, but erotic. The fresh blood that drips from their mouths only serves to make them dirtier, looking like they're trying to kill each other rather than kiss.

He isn't gentle as he gropes for Eric's hips, and drags his sharp fingernails over the skin as he pulls one thigh near to his waist. He doesn't ask what position the vampire favors, or even what role, long fingers finding the soft forbidden spot to push against.

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onceaviking

The tongue-biting clearly excites him, making his press his mouth even harder against Finn's.

The rest he seems less pleased with, snarling and trying to twist away. Not with much success.

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sidhe_king

That gets the sidhe to laugh. "Shall I be gentle with you, north-man?" he teases, fingers lightening their pressure but not moving. "Or will you throw me off before I master you?"