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[ of course he has to ask ]
Why? What's in the Enclosure?
Why? What's in the Enclosure?
[ a challenge. ]
We'll see about that.
[ world's biggest, boldest smirk ]
We'll see about that.
[ world's biggest, boldest smirk ]
Oh, a present? But it's not even my birthday.
[ he already sounds like he's on the move, checking around his maker's cabin first. ]
[ he already sounds like he's on the move, checking around his maker's cabin first. ]
Maybe not. Maybe it's time I picked one.
[ he leaves the cabin and lets his instincts lead him to the staircase and up to the deck in the blink of an eye. it's nice having his abilities back.
spotting Godric, he heads over, continuing the topic without a beat. ]
August is a good month...
[ he leaves the cabin and lets his instincts lead him to the staircase and up to the deck in the blink of an eye. it's nice having his abilities back.
spotting Godric, he heads over, continuing the topic without a beat. ]
August is a good month...
I chose October for mine. I knew it was in autumn.
[He smiles to see him, glad to have him back. He opens his hand, holding it out towards him. Resting atop his palm is a small gold ring. A small stone is looped into a knotwork band.]
Wear this and come with me.
[He smiles to see him, glad to have him back. He opens his hand, holding it out towards him. Resting atop his palm is a small gold ring. A small stone is looped into a knotwork band.]
Wear this and come with me.
[ Eric looks at the ring curiously, wondering what all this was about. He takes it and slides it onto his right index finger. ]
What is all this about?
[ He's already a half step behind him, following as Godric requested. ]
What is all this about?
[ He's already a half step behind him, following as Godric requested. ]
He might not notice anything at first, not in the darkness of the deck.
"It is a ring that will protect you from the sunlight, even when you don't have the protections of the Admiral. It doesn't stop the bleeds, but - " He opens the door to the upper deck, heading for the Enclosure. "It gives us a shadow to hide behind."
He holds his other hand out, showing him the identical ring he wears.
"It is a ring that will protect you from the sunlight, even when you don't have the protections of the Admiral. It doesn't stop the bleeds, but - " He opens the door to the upper deck, heading for the Enclosure. "It gives us a shadow to hide behind."
He holds his other hand out, showing him the identical ring he wears.
I just took a role as Custodial supervisor and you're one of my people. Come keep me company? You don't have to push a broom or move a mop if you don't want. Just come talk with me while I do.
[ This sounds like something more than just keeping someone company, but okay. ]
Right now?
Right now?
My shift starts in an hour, so there's time for you to have dinner. Or...breakfast? I guess if you keep Godric's schedule it's breakfast.
I'll be there in an hour.
~*~
[ Eric arrives about ten minutes past that hour mark, fashionably late, as usual. Once he's past the door, he stops and glances around and when he spots Jesus he saunters over. ]
Here to watch you work, as requested.
[ He's not trying to be more of an asshole today. It's just more noticeable. ]
~*~
[ Eric arrives about ten minutes past that hour mark, fashionably late, as usual. Once he's past the door, he stops and glances around and when he spots Jesus he saunters over. ]
Here to watch you work, as requested.
[ He's not trying to be more of an asshole today. It's just more noticeable. ]
"I appreciate it. It's boring as hell up here alone. How've you been?" He's sweeping, for now.
[ cont. ]
.. if you want.
There's no question whether he does, but the way he answers is low predatory growl, bearing his teeth and biting down until he can taste of Godric's blood on his own tongue. At the same time, he makes quick work of yanking whatever clothes off that are in the way of them being bare to each other. He needs to feel it, touch it and feed off it.
.. if you want.
There's no question whether he does, but the way he answers is low predatory growl, bearing his teeth and biting down until he can taste of Godric's blood on his own tongue. At the same time, he makes quick work of yanking whatever clothes off that are in the way of them being bare to each other. He needs to feel it, touch it and feed off it.
He wraps an arm around him, letting him have the control that Godric has never been able to afford him. He digs fingers into his back so hard that they'd bruise a lesser creature.
The taste of his own blood draws out a moan from the back of his throat and he raises up to meet him in a kiss.
The clothes come off easily, revealing nothing but the ink underneath. Godric has seen him bare before, plenty of times, but this is the first time in a thousand years that Godric has allowed himself to look on Eric in lust.
He wraps one leg around his waist, holding him close.
The taste of his own blood draws out a moan from the back of his throat and he raises up to meet him in a kiss.
The clothes come off easily, revealing nothing but the ink underneath. Godric has seen him bare before, plenty of times, but this is the first time in a thousand years that Godric has allowed himself to look on Eric in lust.
He wraps one leg around his waist, holding him close.
His lips travel, smearing blood along his jaw, planting reverent kisses to his neck as he thrusts his cock against Godric's, letting out a heady moan. He's becoming more urgent and it shows in how frantic his movements are becoming.
Normally he would force his lover onto his stomach, but he can't. He wants to look into his maker's eyes, watch to see how he reacts to all the things he wants to do to him and listen to every noise he'll make.
Eric shifts up a little higher, bracing Godric's leg to bring him off the bed more so he can have the room to guide himself inside him.
Normally he would force his lover onto his stomach, but he can't. He wants to look into his maker's eyes, watch to see how he reacts to all the things he wants to do to him and listen to every noise he'll make.
Eric shifts up a little higher, bracing Godric's leg to bring him off the bed more so he can have the room to guide himself inside him.
Godric wouldn't allow it even if he tried. He wants this desperately and raises his hips up to meet him, pulling him down to kiss him again, tasting the sweet coppery taste of blood.
He moans his name, sliding one arm behind his head. If he's going to get fucked, he's going to enjoy it.
Fortunately, he's had practice with the height difference, and he adjusts himself accordingly. "It's alright," he mutters, lips stained with blood.
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