The last button surrendered to the savagery of his teeth, and Uryuu stared down in a glazed and glorious triumph at Eric's exposed chest. The skin pulsed with a silver sheen that he couldn't help but trace his fingers over. Both hands kept him steady as he let them roam and drag against the vampire's skin, and finally the shirt was pulled completely out of the way. (Uryuu assured himself he would offer to fix it later by adding a zipper.)

With his hips settled over Eric's he could lean in close, his necklace dangling dangerously close over the vampire's clavicles and the hollow of his throat. Uryuu placed his hands flat on Eric's shoulders, watching reishi transfer between them in wonder, silver and blue.

"I could take your soul." It was barely murmured, a low breath over nearly closed lips, but not too low for vampiric senses. Uryuu pushed Eric's shirt slowly up his extended arms, the silver cross swaying over the viking's lips, his nose, circling ominously above his brilliant blue eyes and then skimming harmlessly over his hair. The shirt fell to the ground, and Uryuu sat back again, his breathing hard with something other than exertion. "Don't move."

In a sudden motion he hooked his hands into Eric's hips and ground against him, cloth and heat rubbing against each other with scholarly precision. Uryuu's narrowed his eyes to studious slits, rubbing like he was trying to jolt Eric's undead heart into beating again. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. "You have to earn my teeth."