AU week with Eric

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sin leads Eric through a door and then another, and up a narrow flight of stairs that seem to be hidden in the walls. To another door that looks like it should be locked but isn't. (Or isn't locked anymore.)

The journey leads them into the roof and a flat section of tiles with a view out over the lake, protected from the breeze by chimneys.

Comments

[onceaviking]

"This is nice," Eric says, stepping as close to the edge as you can do, when a fall won't kill you.

He is checking the things that needs checking. Blind angles, sight lines, escape routes.
Time till dawn.

He turns his head to look at Sin.
"Spend a lot of time up here?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Some." Sin hangs back, letting Eric do what he recognises as a sweep. "I have a thing for watching the dawn." And this is a very private spot with good escape points.

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric agrees. "It is. And you'll get to enjoy the dawn in peace. I'll head downstairs before that."

Of course,

[thewidewideworld]

"We have half the night yet." Sin leans against the warm bricks of the chimney, his short tunic dress and tights hugging his lean form.

"When first we spoke, you talked about biting me here." His hand rests on his inner thigh. "Is that still an option?"

[onceaviking]

Eric gives a small nod.
"Yes. It is."

[thewidewideworld]

"Eric," Sin asks, moving towards him with a little sway to his girlish hips. "Would you bite my thigh please?"

[onceaviking]

Eric tips his head back a little and with a small tremble of his upper lip, his fangs come down.

"Yes," he says, his voice suddenly husky.
"I will."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin sheds his tights and shoes, leaving his little dress on, enchanting his more feminine appearance. He strokes the creamy skin over the vain in invitation.

[onceaviking]

"Let's see," Eric says, looking around.
"If you sit here -"

And he picks up Sin, as if he weighed nothing, and carries him a over to the nearest slanting surface, resting him against it.

"There," he says in a low purr. "Much better."

His hands are very big.
And strong.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin is light and small as Eric lifts him, leaning back on his elbows as he hitches a leg to offer up his vain. "Vinsamlegast?"

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles a little and bends his head.
His lips are cold.
And when he bites, his fangs feel huge and sharp and merciless.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin gasps and let's his head fall back. His arousal is rich and warm but he keeps his hands to himself. After the way Eric reacted last time, he waits, letting Eric take what he wants.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, wetly.
He is hungry. After talking with Emcee (how could so much time have passed?) even more so.

And blood is everything. Food and comfort and joy.

He drinks.

And his hands, holding DSinric in place, are almost gentle.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans softly and brushes a tentative hand over Eric's hair, "Vinsamlegast Eric, já" he whispers, sliding a hand up to touch his breasts through his dress.

[onceaviking]

Maybe Eric notices the movement.
Maybe he is just doing it for his own sake.
Whatever the reason, one of his large hands move up under the tunic to cup Sinric's left breast.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans deeply. His already hard nipples crinkle and harden more under Eric's cold fingers, his breast warm and soft under his huge hands. His heart quickens, the blood flowing faster.

[onceaviking]

And Eric drinks and drinks and drinks, moaning wetly against Sin's skin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans, pressing into the touch but little by little, his pulse slows.

[onceaviking]

Eric pauses briefly, to bite into his own thumb, and reaches it up, smearing a little blood on Sin's lips.

[thewidewideworld]

He purrs and licks the blood from Eric's thumb, sucking the blood from his skin.

He moans and lets his head fall back, the blood starting to work on him. The high his less pronounced this time, perhaps because his low on blood and his body need that first. But he does feel, hear, smell more acutely.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks up at him, licking his lips.

His face is wet with blood.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's eyes are wide, his expression blown. His body is soft and pliant under Eric's hands. "Meira, vinsamlegast?"

[onceaviking]

Eric bites his own tongue and leans down to give him a brief kiss.
Slick and cool and sticky.

And then he returns his attention to the wounds.

[thewidewideworld]

The sensation gets sharper and higher as the extra blood races through him. "Oh. Oh wow." He bites his own lip, touching himself again.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides a huge, cool hand up his side as he bites him again.
Growling a little.