Alcuin

[thenorthman]

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.

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[alcuin]

Alcuin loved the way that Eric kissed him. Especially after what had happened tonight, again, it made him feel safe. Made him feel like he belong to... with... Eric. It made him want to let go, give in.

And he was grateful, too, that Eric had made the first move, that he hadn't had to hint or seduce. Because he wanted him, and on a purely physical level that he hadn't wanted anyone in a long time. He still had dreams about him.

He wrapped his arms loosely around Eric's neck and kissed him back, his body surrendering and pliant against him.

[thenorthman]

Eric's shoulders were hunched, his neck bent, as he kissed the boy - as he (metaphorically) devoured his mouth, as if he wanted this simple kiss to steal Alcuin's breath away and leave no part of him untouched. His hands were holding him firmly, one on his jaw, the other in the small of his back, keeping him right there for Eric to plunder. Eventually, he broke the kiss, and told Alcuin, "Show me your bedroom."

[alcuin]

Alcuin was practically a puddle by the time the kiss broke. "That... that was the next stop on the tour," he said breathlessly, and dropped his arms so that he could take one of Eric's hands and lead him across the hall.

Alcuin's bedroom was decorated in white and light gray, with a large bay window through which sunlight streamed beautifully during the day. There were pops of color on the wall in artwork that was more modern than what adorned the rest of the flat. And his bed was made of elaborate white wrought iron, covered in white blankets and pillows.

Since it was still a tour, he offered, "And ah, this is my bedroom," and swept a hand helpfully. The window was open partway since it was a nice night, and gauzy curtains fluttered.

[thenorthman]

"So I see," Eric confirmed, although his gaze was already back on Alcuin as he did, after quickly looking around to take in the room. He raised his free hand to trail fingertips along Alcuin's jawline, then down his neck. "How sturdy is your bed?"

[alcuin]

"Very," Alcuin said. "I mean, as far as I know, I've never - with someone as strong as you." He looked over to the bed, then back to Eric. "I like that I can hold onto the iron bars." He'd been bound to them once or twice, too.

[thenorthman]

"You're going to need to," Eric promised him darkly, then kissed him again, picking him up and urging him to wrap his legs around his waist.

[alcuin]

Alcuin gasped a little and immediately did as Eric implied, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist and kissing him urgently. He was hard already, and his trousers were a bit tight so he was eager to get out of them.

[thenorthman]

Eric shifted so he was only supporting Alcuin with one hand, using the other to pull the boy's head back by the hair, biting and kissing hungrily at his throat. He stopped only long enough to move them to the bed in a heartbeat, pressing Alcuin down on it and opening his robe to get at more skin.

[alcuin]

Alcuin moaned softly when Eric pressed him against the bed. "Eric... god, I've thought of you. I still dream of you."

[thenorthman]

"Tell me about those dreams," Eric asked against his skin, then clicked his fangs out to scrape them lightly down Alcuin's chest, raising twin, thin lines of blood he then licked.

[alcuin]

"They haven't changed much," Alcuin admitted softly, since he had told Eric about them that first time they'd been together. He gasped in pleasure when Eric scraped his fangs against his chest. "Here mostly, you're in my bed as if waking me. Sometimes you're rough. Sometimes it's more a feeling, an image. I wake up hard and aching, with an image of your body and of white sheets covered with drops of blood."

[thenorthman]

"I'm not going to waste your blood," Eric told him, and moved back up his body in a flash, catching his mouth in another hungry kiss. His fangs were gone again, but there was a faint aftertaste of copper to his kiss.

[alcuin]

Alcuin didn't answer (even though he had wondered if there were circumstances where it could be messy regardless), too distracted by the kiss. He groaned and wrapped his arms around Eric's neck, trying to get even closer.

[thenorthman]

Oh, there were. But with Alcuin having already lost blood to a vampire today, Eric wasn't going to feed very much from him, or spill a drop of precious blood if he could help it. Propped up on just one hand as they kissed, his other one traveled down Alcuin's chest, keeping him down and exploring smooth flesh and ridged scars, seeming to enjoy both just as much.

[alcuin]

When Eric started touching him, Alcuin dropped his arms from his neck to give him better access. Though he did lift a palm to Eric's chest, which... god, even with the barrier of Eric's shirt between their skin, was perfect. He may have been the most beautiful man Alcuin had ever been with, and that was probably saying something. It made Alcuin feel like some infatuated, inexperienced schoolboy. Which was ridiculous, because he knew how to please a man.

[thenorthman]

Eric sat up to get rid of his shirt, then leaned down to lick a wet path along the edge of Alcuin's burn scars, eyes on the boy's face to see his reaction.

[alcuin]

Eric shirtless was a thing of beauty; Alcuin was so distracted that he didn't notice at first where Eric had licked, but then he did and he shuddered. He found a scar on Eric's chest and dragged his fingers over it.

"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.

[thenorthman]

"I'm not the sort of creature to believe in perfection," Eric shot back, and trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses across those burn marks.

[alcuin]

Alcuin smiled, liking that answer very much. "I will tell you the stories sometime if you want to hear them," he said, partly because he found himself wanting to ask Eric how he got some of his scars. As a warrior, he imagined. Better than Alcuin's stories. "Though I'm afraid they aren't happy ones."

[thenorthman]

"Later," Eric told him, moving back up his body to kiss the boy again.

[alcuin]

"Yes, later," Alcuin gasped before their mouths met again. He slid his hands onto Eric, sliding over muscle, pausing to brush a thumb over a nipple.

[thenorthman]

Eric grazed blunt teeth over Alcuin's bottom lip, then moved off of him in a flash, sitting by the side of the bed for a second, long enough to unlace and get off his boots, vampire-fast. His socks went the same way, and he'd opened his belt and fly as he covered Alcuin's body with his own again.

Some parts of getting undressed were worth taking your time for. Others, not so much.

[alcuin]

"That's amazing to watch," Alcuin said breathlessly as he arched towards him. He had on only pajama pants now, though his erection was straining them.

[thenorthman]

Eric's tongue was cooler than Alcuin's skin as he licked over his nipple, then laved over it for a moment, teasing it thoroughly. The hand he was not propped on slid down the boy's side and into his pyjama pants to palm his ass, and he grazed his teeth over Alcuin's hard nipple.

[alcuin]

Alcuin groaned and slid a hand up into Eric's hair. The teasing was driving him mad. On the other hand, it was nice, because... well, he'd wondered after the first time they were together, if Eric actually wanted him, or if the sex was just a way to get to his blood. But if that were the case, why would he bother? And besides, he'd already said that Alcuin couldn't afford to give much more blood tonight...