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.

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[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.

[thewidewideworld]

"Já, snerta mig, vinsamlegast!" He moans, feeling the cold penetration of Eric's fangs.

[onceaviking]

This time the growl is louder.
Hungrier.

[thewidewideworld]

The blood has him well high now. Eric is not an angel this time, but a lion. A massive blonde big cat devouring him. And gods, it feels so good!

[onceaviking]

Eric tightens his grip on him and keeps drinking.

And then he stops. Abruptly.

He wants to go in.
He wants to -

He licks the wounds closed, holding Sin firmly in place.

[thewidewideworld]

"Don't... ekki hætta. Please! I need you."

[onceaviking]

Eric leans against him. Firm and cold and hard.
"I'll hurt you," he murmurs in Sin's ear.

[thewidewideworld]

"I don't care." With the blood in him and the high on him, nothing can hurt for long.

[onceaviking]

"I will hurt you badly," Eric whispers, before running the tips of his fangs across Sin's cheek.
"I want to hurt you."

Someone.
Anyone.

Because that is what vampires do.
That is what they want.

That is what he wants.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin shudders at the lust in Eric's voice, a blood lust the likes of which he's never felt.

"But you can heal me? After?" He asks, almost begs.

[onceaviking]

Eric wants to tell Sin to stop tempting but instead he tears his own bottom lip on his fangs and kisses him.

It's better that way. Sometimes, attempts after are too little, too late.
And Sin seems to be able to handle it.

Mostly.

And when the kiss ends, he tears into him.

[thewidewideworld]

The kiss startles him, but not so much as the suddenness of Eric's attack. His cries are high and clear, resonating through the still air.

[onceaviking]

He ants this.

And yet he stops himself after a little while. And licks and kisses and soothes.

( -- sometimes he wants that too --)

[thewidewideworld]

Sin is limp as a ragdoll on his arms, his little tunic stained and torn. He pants roughly and weakly.

[onceaviking]

Fanged kisses, dripping with blood.
And then kisses without fangs, a strong, not quite as cool mouth.

And gentle hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin returns the kisses as best he can, still weak but letting Eric take care of him.