OOM - Everything changes in the death of night

[onceaviking]

The night air is heavy with the perfume of flowers. And incense.

Lafayette's house lies in the dark like an exotic lantern, lit from within in red and gold and purple. The darkness cradles the house like the arms of a lover, luring it deeper and deeper into night.

Everything's still and dark. Waiting.
Then there are footsteps in the gravel.
Then there's a knock on the door. A quick rap-rap sound.
Then there is silence.

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[a_little_cocoa]

Lafayette hadn't expected any company. His plans were just to toke up and chill out, wrap himself in silk and smoke and the warm colors of the night.

Still, somehow, he knew he wouldn't be alone for long. It's as if the knock on the door was inevitable.

Gathering up his robe around him, he eases himself up off the couch. Trailing the scent of spices and incense, he peers through the slats in the door's window shade and sees a very large, very tall figure clad in black and deep shadows.

He opens the door.

"Well, hel-lo, bossman," he murmurs, a sassy curl to his lips. "What brings you all the way out here tonight?"

[onceaviking]

Eric ducks his head a little, the light above the door highlighting his cheekbones and casting everything else into deep shadow.

"What brings me all the way out here in general?" he murmurs, leaning one arm against the top of the doorframe.

It's a rickety old plywood house. Everything's small and crooked.
Well, mostly everything.

His eyes trail down the side of Lafayette's neck, across the visible skin revealed by the robe, up one arm, and back too his face. His lips first. Then his eyes.

His lips quirk in a tiny smile.

"I've brought you something," he says.

It's in his other hand. He's keeping it halfway hidden, but it must be in his other hand.

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric's voice is like velvet and it rubs him in all the right ways. He can feel those glacier-cool eyes on his body, his sweeping gaze like the trickle of ice.

"Oh, you have, have you?"

He's pleasantly surprised.

"Why don't you come on and give to me inside."

He steps back from the doorway, just enough to let Eric squeeze through.

[onceaviking]

And that is what he does, briefly pressing his hard, cool body against Lafayette.
And then he is inside, looking even more huge here against the colorful backdrop of afghans, plastic trinkets, and bead curtains.

He holds out one large hand, lightly curled.
It's something colorful. Shimmery almost. Red and gold and orange. It looks almost violent, loosely held in Eric's white hand.

[a_little_cocoa]

Lafayette smirks up at him as he presses closely past him, and he shuts the door.

When he turns around, he's met with the shiny object in Eric's hand. He could never resist little things like that. Eyes transfixed for a moment, he almost immediately thinks of the perfect place to put it.

He glances up at Eric. He might be a little touched.

"Really? For me?"

He reaches out to take it, warm fingers brushing against Eric's cool skin.

[onceaviking]

Eric spreads his fingers at the touch and what seemed to be a small, solid object transforms into a silk scarf, cascading down from Eric's hand to Lafayette's.

It's as cool as Eric's skin.
Beautiful.
Old.

"I've been saving it," Eric murmurs,
His voice is low. Intimate.
For someone special is unsaid, but right there, hovering silently in the air between them.

[a_little_cocoa]

"Oh, my lawd," Lafayette murmurs in breathless surprise as the scarf suddenly unfurls.

"It's gorgeous."

He runs the fabric through his fingers. Impossibly soft, light as air.

"Thank you."

[onceaviking]

Eric steps closer and whispers, "Put it on."

He isn't touching him, but there is only a hairs breadth between them.
He can feel the heat from Lafayette's body.
The pull of his pulse.

[a_little_cocoa]

When Eric tells you to do something, especially in a close, intimate whisper, you do it.

Holding his gaze, he slips the scarf around the back of his own neck, sliding it over his skin in a slow pull. He loosely doubles it over, deliberately sweeping it against his chin and along his jaw, just to relish the feel of the fabric.

"How do I look?" he whispers back, coyly blinking up at him.

Like opposites, he's drawn to the chilled aura of Eric's body, the cool solidness under those tight black clothes.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks down at him, intently.

Then he slowly strokes his cool fingertips along the seam between the soft fabric and Lafayette's warm skin.

"Beautiful," he replies. Softly.

[a_little_cocoa]

He smiles, flattered, and shivers visibly. He leans into his touch, his skin growing warmer with arousal.

Tipping his head back slightly, he takes a corner of the scarf and sweeps it back and forth over Eric's collarbone.

"How is you so fuckin' cold when you is so fuckin' hot..."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles.
Amused.
Pleased.

Then he shakes his head a little, and asks himself, almost wonderingly, "How can I want you so much when you are only human?"

Dipping his head down toward Lafayette's upturned face.

[a_little_cocoa]

He grins up at him, playfully smug, his gaze flicking with anticipation between Eric's eyes and his lips.

"Well, ain't nobody can resist what I got, human or vampire."

[onceaviking]

"Cocky," Eric murmurs. Closing the distance between them.

His kisses are soft. A stark contrast to the hard plane of his chest, the strength of his fingers, the threat of his hidden fangs.

[a_little_cocoa]

Before Lafayette can respond with something just as cocky, Eric shuts him up with a kiss, cool and smooth...and sweet.

Lafayette is not a small guy. The man takes pride in his body, 'cause hell, that's how he makes money on the side (apart from selling V). But Eric is the only dude he knows who can take him, just like that, if he wants to.

And lawdy lawd, how he wants him to, right now.

He's getting hard through his thin silk robe. And he thinks that maybe Eric can do away with that tight black tank top.

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips move slowly away from Lafayette's lips and across his jaw. Seeking where the skin is hot and the pulse is vibrating.

He makes a soft, breathy sound, and then he takes a step back, canting his head a little.

"Undress."

Not a suggestion.

[a_little_cocoa]

He automatically tilts his head to the side when Eric's lips make their way along his jaw.

He would pout when Eric stops, but then he's telling him to undress, and that's just fine with him.

"Oh, you wants a private show, do you, Mr. Northman," he purrs, undoing the knot in the belt of his robe. It comes loose easily, and he slowly slides the silk down over his shoulders. He turns around, the garment flowing as he moves, sliding down his arms and fluttering to the floor. He's halfway hard and naked but for the scarf around his neck, but he pulls it off, teasingly dragging it down over his chest and belly. It sweeps over his cock, and he inhales sharply at the sensation, his blood pumping, his heart beating loud and fast.

[onceaviking]

"Yes, Eric murmurs, as he settles down in a chair, legs spread wide.
Lafayette is not the only one excited by the prospect, it seems.

He licks his lips and then he let his fangs come down.
The sound is sharp as a gunshot.

He can hear him.

[a_little_cocoa]

Lafayette eyes Eric's long, lean legs and the bulge in his jeans, and goddamn, do it feel good to turn a vampire on.

And then his fangs come down.

The sound strikes fear into his already racing heart.

And he likes it.

He sashays toward him, toying with the scarf before draping it on the armrest of the sofa, and then dropping to his knees between Eric's legs. He runs his hands up his thighs, leaning in.

"And what do Mr. Northman want now?"

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches down to run a finger across Lafayette's lips.
"I want you," he says, smolderingly, "to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."

Less talking and show, Lafayette. More of what Eric really likes.

[a_little_cocoa]

What Eric wants, Eric gets.

Lafayette unbuttons Eric's jeans, zips down the fly. He's had vampire cock before, but not Viking. And he's never had anyone with sexier hips.

He cups him, stroking him for a moment just to get a feel for him, cold and hard as he is.

"Mmpf, goddamn," he murmurs appreciatively, before slowly taking him into his mouth, the hot slickness of his tongue gliding along the underside of his cool flesh.

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him intently. Watches his own cock dis- and reappear, glistening.
His fangs rests against his lower lip, obscenely pointy. Deadly.
Occasionally, his tongue makes an appearance, as his own excitement slowly mounts.

He wants him.

All of him.

[a_little_cocoa]

It's like swallowing a shaft of rock-hard muscle, and he knows the rest of him would feel the same.

He glances up through his eyelashes at Eric's face. Another shiver hits him at the sight of his fangs.

He bobs his head quicker, working him up, wanting the heat of his own desire to make him irresistible.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets his head fall back and moans.

He sounds eager and hungry and wild.

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric's sounds of pleasure make his blood run hot.

Still swallowing him deeply, he slips his warm hands just under the hem of Eric's shirt. Just to feel his cool skin, his hard body. He exhales a moan of his own, and it reverberates around his cock.

[onceaviking]

And then Lafayette will find himself thrown down on the couch, mouth empty, pressed down by a huge, cold, hungry vampire.

Eric runs his open mouth across Lafayette's face. His lips are cool, his fangs are a constant threat. His cock is wet and hard and pressed against Lafayette's warm thigh.

He whispers, "What do you want, Lafayette?"

[a_little_cocoa]

He's left breathless, stunned. Fear grips him, but also arousal, the desperate, aching kind that you're sometimes ashamed to admit to.

He lies still but for the heaving of his chest. Pinned there, trapped.

tortured

"I want you...to fuck me."

His voice is a trembling whisper, all cockiness gone, as he parts his thighs wider, raising his hips as if in offering.

"Fuck me...please."

And he bares his throat to him, tipping his head back into the couch cushions. He can feel the silk scarf against his cheek.

[onceaviking]

Eric growls and reaches down between them, aligning himself.

Then he dips his head and bites down, just where neck and shoulder meet. No particular finesse. Why bother, when he knows that the harshness will work just as well?

He moans as the blood fills his mouth, hot and sweet.

And moans again as he slowly sheaths himself, grabbing hold of Lafayette's face.

[a_little_cocoa]

He cries out sharply when Eric bites into him, a slab of meat, a bag of blood, something alive and warm and willing. He feels his own blood spurt from his wounds, the slick, sucking pull of Eric's mouth as he drinks. The sensation is almost mesmerizing, though the pain never fully gives way to the pleasure, like a reminder that his life will always be at stake here.

And he cries out again when Eric pushes his cock inside him. He arches his back, grasping the sofa cushions as if holding onto them would do any good.

"Oh, fuck, yeah...!" he gasps.

[onceaviking]

He is so warm, and Eric can't help himself; he must fuck him even harder, bite him again and again, make him scream.

His fingers tightening on Lafayette's face.
And then his,mouth, dripping wet and sticky with blood, covers his, the kiss insistent, yet soft.

[a_little_cocoa]

Suddenly he's tasting his own blood in a disorienting kiss. Eric's lips are warm only because they're covered with blood. He kisses back, submissively with a whimper dying in his throat, as if Eric might tear his head off if he didn't.

It's a contrast that's starting to mess with his head.

Because he still wants him. To fuck him, to bite into him. To hold him down, fuck him and drain him to within an inch of his life.

to torture him

He moves his hips against his, slowly and tentatively, not knowing if he'll be rewarded with punishment or pleasure...but at this point, the two are one and the same.

[onceaviking]

Eric breaks the kiss and growls, pulling his lips away from his fangs.
They're dripping.

And then he is grabbing hold of Lafayette's hips and slamming into him. Which could be meant as a reward or could be meant as a punishment. It is hard to tell.

Another growl that turns into something more along the lines of a moan as bites Lafayette yet again, thus time a little further up his neck.

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric is fucking terrifying.

Lafayette finds neither the voice to protest nor the strength to stop him-- he's not even sure if he wants to in the first place, even though he's being fucked so hard he might split in two.

(Somewhere in the distance, a car horn is honking, repeatedly, insistently.)

He utters a shout as Eric sinks his fangs into him again.

In a haze of agony, he grasps at his shoulder, still wanting more.

[onceaviking]

Eric's fingers are digging into Lafayette's hips, his fangs are tearing into his neck, his cock is filling him.

And then his lips, wet and warm with Lafayette's own blood, are suddenly pressed close to his ear.
"Lafayette?" he whispers. And then again, more insistently, "Lafayette?"

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric's voice is all velvet again, reaching into his very core.

Eyes squeezed shut, Lafayette tosses his head from side to side. He's torn between wanting to get away and just wanting more and more--

(The car horn is still honking, getting louder and louder.)

"No...no... Don't stop..."

[onceaviking]

One of Eric's hands moves up and grabs hold of Lafayette's face.

He pulls out and away, their only point of contact now Eric's vice like grip on Lafayette's face.

"Pay attention," he says, his voice oddly gentle compared to the bruising grip of his fingers.

[a_little_cocoa]

"I am payin' attention, I am, I am," he whimpers breathlessly, wincing in pain at Eric's firm grip. The pain permeates his body, making him squirm and want to curl up into a ball, yet good lord is he still hard. But he tries to settle down, tries to keep still lest Eric crush his jaw.

He hardly notices that he's pulled out and no longer pinning him to the couch with his weight.

(And what is with that goddamned car horn...)

[onceaviking]

"Then you'd better go see what that is all about ," Eric says, calmly.

Letting go of his face.

[a_little_cocoa]

Eric releases him, and he opens his eyes--



--and Eric isn't there anymore.

Lafayette abruptly sits up with a gasp, his heart racing.

He's fully clothed, in his silk robe, sprawled on the sofa. He clutches at his throat, feeling for blood or open wounds. Nope, he ain't bleeding.

"What the fuck--"

It was just dream. One of those dreams, thanks to having ingested Eric's blood. Praise the day when it wears off-- if ever.

He takes a bracing breath or three, leaning forward with his face in his hands. He can't deal with this shit. He just can't.

And some asshole is still leaning on their goddamned car horn!

With an annoyed huff, he gets up and goes to the front door, stepping outside onto the porch. Someone is parked in a convertible at the foot of the hill. As Lafayette's eyes adjust to the dimness, he recognizes who it is.