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[thewidewideworld]

{from here}

To the east of the garden, hidden between the trees is what looks from the outside like small and simple marquee.

But inside it is something very different. Large as any room inside the bar, the floor is covered with richly patterned carpets, as soft underfoot as grass. The walls are draped with the finest silks. Silver lanterns hung from the roof cast geometric patterns from their cut work sides, coloured rainbow hues by glass inserts.

At the room's centre is a raised dais spread with silks and furs, cushions and bolsters; a bed worthy of a king.

Sinric waits by the door, dressed in a flowing silk robe of rich gold and scarlet, his hair elaborately braided away from his neck and a mask of lace covering his eyes.

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[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small growling sound and moves his hips in a slow, rolling movement.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers sweetly. The blood makes him hot and needy. He arches up to kiss Eric, at least the bits of Eric he can reach - his neck, his cheek, his shoulders.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites him again as he moves even deeper.
He can afford a little more. Now.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric barely notices the bite, his skin on fire with sensation. It ripples through him wildly, making him thrum with energy.

[onceaviking]

He drinks, as he keeps moving his hands, his hips.
Increasing the pace slowly but surely.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric loses himself in the sensation, all but keening. He feels too much, has too little control. He isn't sure what to do but cling to Eric's strong arms and ride it out.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes one final swallow and licks Sinric's skin closed and clean, still stroking his back and sides and front slowly.

He can all but feel him vibrate.

[thewidewideworld]

That's a good word for it. Sinric is practically buzzing. He can't tell what he wants any more. Or what he's feeling, only that its almost more than he can bear.

But Eric's heavy hands do help to ground him somewhat.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes hold of his chin so he can look into his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

His dark doe eyes are wide and blown but the grip on his chin seems to shock him back to the present and he focuses a little.

[onceaviking]

"How do you feel?"

His voice is soft and silky.

[thewidewideworld]

"Wild." He pants between reddened lips. "Drugged. What is this?"

[onceaviking]

"My blood," Eric tells him.
"It'll pass."

He cants his head a little. "I am old," he adds. "And my Maker was strong. So my blood is powerful."

[thewidewideworld]

"Powerful." Sinric whispers. "Yes. I feel that." He feels so much. "Your maker... must have been splendid."

[onceaviking]

And for a moment there is - something there, in Eric's eyes.
Then he looks away.

"Yes," he says. "Yes, he was. "

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric isn't so lost that he can't read that gesture. He lifts his hand to touch Eric's cheek lightly, apologising with a sweet, warm kiss.

[onceaviking]

Eric allows the kiss.
Briefly.

Then he pulls back a little.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric senses the moment has ended and lays back, pushing his hair back from his face.

He can still feel too much, every strand sliding between his fingers, the stillness of Eric's uprising chest, the furs at his back.

[onceaviking]

"I'll stay till it's worn off, " Eric says.
Stupid, fucking Milliways.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can hear the resentment in Eric's voice. He shakes his head minutely, a larger gesture seems pointless. "It is not my intent to trap you. You need not fear to leave. I will sleep and recover. I am not as fragile as I seem." A lie, of course. He is just as fragile and delicate as he seems.

[onceaviking]

"If something happens to you, I will be held responsible," Eric tells him. "And I have plenty of enemies here. I don't care to give them an opening."

[thewidewideworld]

"And you fear I would expose you to that danger?" He nods softly, "If you think it best, I offer you my hospitality. Such as it is." He sits up slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the powerful, drugged feeling in his blood.

[onceaviking]

"Move slowly, " Eric advises him.

[thewidewideworld]

He nods again and sits up very slowly, wrapping his arms around his knees to keep him up. "Is this feeling usual? With your other lovers here."

[onceaviking]

"If I let them drink my blood. Though it affects everyone differently here it seems."