Eric Northman (
thenorthman) wrote2016-12-22 01:22 am
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Alcuin
Once Kersen and his progeny were out of his club, Eric finally flew off to Alcuin's home. He hadn't been here since that first night he had met the boy, and now he stood outside his door, wondering what the fuck he was even doing here. Caring about a human, or close enough.
Still, he rang the bell, standing on the doorstep and listening for Alcuin's approach through the door.
Still, he rang the bell, standing on the doorstep and listening for Alcuin's approach through the door.
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"I think you are the sort of man who would be less interested in perfection," he said softly.
The truth was, Alcuin would not do well in his former profession, as he was now. Between the burns and the two prominent stab wounds, his body was no longer perfect but perhaps even distasteful to some.
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Some parts of getting undressed were worth taking your time for. Others, not so much.
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"Give me a moment to remember, your presence is very distracting..." He took a breath, and shuddered. Some of his dreams were very vague, and others...
"In one dream I woke already bound," he said softly, and closed his eyes, trying to remember. "You told me not to move, not to make a sound, and every time I did you bit me. In another we were back in your bedroom, and that hook hanging from your ceiling..." He'd noticed that. He noticed everything. "You had tied me to it, and you fucked me so hard I couldn't have held myself up otherwise. Then you cut the ropes and I dropped to my knees with my hands still bound and I sucked you off..." He was indeed blushing a little bit now, but thought he might as well keep going while he had the courage. "In another, you had me fuck myself while you cut lines into my skin with a knife and licked away the blood... "
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"Yes," he said, and almost surprised himself by the answer. "Which... oh Eric, you can't understand how far I've come, I... a couple of years ago I could barely even use a knife, couldn't stand the sight of blood. Too traumatized by Anafiel's murder. But these dreams..." He shuddered.
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