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]

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.