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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[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.

[onceaviking]

He slides Sin down to sit on the level ground and takes hold of his chin with strong fingers, tipping his head back a little.
Gauging his reaction.

[thewidewideworld]

It's a long moment before Sin comes back to himself enough to lean into Eric's hold on him. He blinks and blinks again, letting out a slow sigh. "Wow."

[onceaviking]

Eric licks his lips.

"Happy?"

He certainly smells that way.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oddly satisfied." Sin hums, resting his head on Eric's broad chest. "That was... certainly a new experience. You don't let yourself do that very often, do you?"

[onceaviking]

"No," Eric murmurs.
"It is very tempting to keep going. Till the end."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'd rather you didn't." Sin giggles, still a little high. "I'm rather attached to my life."

[onceaviking]

Eric rumbles in reply and settles down on the ground, his long legs stretched out.
"I have to head inside in a little bit," he says.