Halloween party - with Eric

[i_am_your_host]

[Continued from here]

With an open bottle of wine and a chocolate cupcake wrapped in a napkin, Emcee leads Eric to the grove of trees where Jay had taken him earlier in the evening. Amid the scent of pine and grass and soil, Eric would no doubt smell sex.

He sets his drink and snack (and the glow stick) down by a tree, and moves toward the center of a bare patch of grass. Without taking off his wings, he sits down on the ground and leans back on his hands for a moment, looking up at Eric.

"Just be careful with my makeup. And I still have to go out there and dance to ABBA."

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[onceaviking]

Eric sighs.

"I'll try not to smear your lipstick," he says.
One of the advantages of ravishing men - killed by Halloween.

And then he sets about undoing his cravat because delicate silk and lace, white no less, should not be close to his face at feeding time.

[i_am_your_host]

"I'm not so concerned about my lipstick," he says with a little smirk. "I just don't want to get sequins in my eyes if you touch my face. Also, you'll get glitter on your hands if you touch my hair."

A beat, as he watches Eric remove his cravat.

"You should probably take off the waistcoat, too."

[onceaviking]

"Your attention to my dry cleaning bill is commendable, " Eric replies.
Dryly.

[i_am_your_host]

"Since Miss De Beaufort isn't here to pay attention to it, someone should," he says innocently.

[onceaviking]

Eric simply rolls his eyes and sets about unbuttoning his waistcoat deftly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee just smiles.

"Besides, I'm sure your night won't end with me," he murmurs, watching him shed the waistcoat. "Clothes like yours aren't meant to have bloodstains."

[onceaviking]

"See that's the reason vampires favor dark clothes. It hides the spots, " Eric says, ridding himself of the waistcoat.
And the shirt beneath it.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes go a little wide, as the moonlight seems to illuminate Eric's bare skin.

"How very practical."

He lies down, his back on the cool grass, shimmering wings spread out on either side of him.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over, towering over him.

Looking down.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's breath catches. His gaze travels up...and up...and up...

And he tips his head back, baring his throat in a wordless invitation.

[onceaviking]

Eric kneels down, one knee on either side of him, and breathes..

And then he bites him.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps sharply, his body reflexively arching up against Eric's. Toes curling in his boots, heels digging into the grass.

Eyelashes fluttering, he stares up at the night sky, at the moon shining through between the treetops, down onto Eric's broad back.

[onceaviking]

And Eric drinks.
His mouth works the wounds rhythmically as he allows himself to focus fully on the sensation of the hot blood filling it.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric's lips are wet on his skin, warm with his own blood. It trickles down his neck, tickling a little.

He lifts his hands from there they're curled in the grass and rests them on Eric's shoulders. The lightest of embraces.

[onceaviking]

Eric lies down on top of him, sliding one large hand into his hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales Eric's name on a warm sigh, brushing his lips against his ear. He skates his palms down Eric's cool back, fingertips tracing the slope of his spine.

[onceaviking]

Eric bites him again, as he runs his fingers lightly over his cheekbones (minding the sequins).

[i_am_your_host]

He utters a cry, fingertips pressing into Eric's skin. He turns his head into Eric's touch, whimpering softly, slowly and sensually writhing against his body.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his mouth away with a gasp, his lips dripping wet.
Then he dips his head to kiss Emcee. Even if the blood is (so far) all his own.

[i_am_your_host]

The blood is disturbingly dark on Eric's pale skin in the moonlight.

Emcee's moan is muffled under his mouth. His lips and tongue are wet and warm as Emcee kisses him back, but he's careful not to swallow (he can easily taste the difference).

A hand finds its way into his hair, petting him, stroking him.

[onceaviking]

Eric sighs at the touch and then he bites down on his own tongue, letting the blood dribble onto Emcee's lower lip.

See? Not angry anymore.

[i_am_your_host]

Perhaps Eric isn't angry. He's not punishing him. And he's not withholding blood to heal him. But deep down, Emcee still believes Eric will hold the incident against him.

Emcee feels the cool drops on his lip and he licks it.

And he inhales deeply, his toes curling with renewed pleasure, as every blade of grass seems to caress his bare back and legs.

He chases after Eric's mouth with soft little kisses, the taste of their blood mingling on their lips and tongues.

[onceaviking]

It was a reminder never to trust humans.
Maybe even a timely one.

Eric runs his lips down Emcee's jawline and then he bites him again, tangling his fingers in Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

He anticipates the next bite by the way Eric's lips brush over his skin, seeking the next spot. And he cries out again, more sensitive to the pain, but also to pleasure.

He pushes up against Eric's body, firm muscle and-- not-quite-so-cool skin. He can feel the minute difference. It's rather exhilarating to notice it.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his hands over Emcee's sides, his fingers almost catching on the wings.

He pauses his feeding only to kiss him again.