Ice clamped over his wrist. Uryuu sounded his dismay, pulling curiously at what he'd mistaken for his frozen limb. Only then did he realize the cold was Eric's hand and Eric's grip on him. There was nothing weak or human in it. Something shattered upstairs; there was a peal of laughter from the unseen crowd. Uryuu remembered where he was.
When he looked past Eric's soft lips and saw twin fangs, sharp and glowing, Uryuu also remembered who he was with.
The remembrance did nothing to abate the sensations stirring in his loins and over his skin, but oh did his pulse jump. Uryuu's glossy eyes flashed behind their lenses, and he felt the small of his back hit the desk. It didn't move, not even when he arched with the fingers grazing over his exposed throat. These, at least, were gentle - reflections of the Northern Lights where Eric's gripping hand was a glacier, icy and immovable. But he could still sense the danger in both.
The movement shifted his loose shirt and, beneath it, the silver chain holding its silver star. A cross, but none that Eric would be familiar with. (When he'd walked in that night, he'd thought it would be too identifying on his wrist; he'd had a cover to keep, for himself and Shikamaru.)
Shikamaru. The drug. Stay cool. Keep focused. Don't get eaten. Think of Shikamaru. Uryuu swallowed - it was difficult for the Quincy to even focus his eyes, much less his thoughts. His pupils were huge and round, watching Eric's muscles shift under his pale, shining skin. There was a deep desire to feel them move under and against him, absorb their power.
"You gave me what I came for," he answered after a moment that stretched on too long. He leaned his head against Eric's to prove he wasn't afraid, but Uryuu imagined he could see shadows shifting behind the vampire. Danger. No, stay calm. Remember Shikamaru.
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Ice clamped over his wrist. Uryuu sounded his dismay, pulling curiously at what he'd mistaken for his frozen limb. Only then did he realize the cold was Eric's hand and Eric's grip on him. There was nothing weak or human in it. Something shattered upstairs; there was a peal of laughter from the unseen crowd. Uryuu remembered where he was.
When he looked past Eric's soft lips and saw twin fangs, sharp and glowing, Uryuu also remembered who he was with.
The remembrance did nothing to abate the sensations stirring in his loins and over his skin, but oh did his pulse jump. Uryuu's glossy eyes flashed behind their lenses, and he felt the small of his back hit the desk. It didn't move, not even when he arched with the fingers grazing over his exposed throat. These, at least, were gentle - reflections of the Northern Lights where Eric's gripping hand was a glacier, icy and immovable. But he could still sense the danger in both.
The movement shifted his loose shirt and, beneath it, the silver chain holding its silver star. A cross, but none that Eric would be familiar with. (When he'd walked in that night, he'd thought it would be too identifying on his wrist; he'd had a cover to keep, for himself and Shikamaru.)
Shikamaru. The drug. Stay cool. Keep focused. Don't get eaten. Think of Shikamaru. Uryuu swallowed - it was difficult for the Quincy to even focus his eyes, much less his thoughts. His pupils were huge and round, watching Eric's muscles shift under his pale, shining skin. There was a deep desire to feel them move under and against him, absorb their power.
"You gave me what I came for," he answered after a moment that stretched on too long. He leaned his head against Eric's to prove he wasn't afraid, but Uryuu imagined he could see shadows shifting behind the vampire. Danger. No, stay calm. Remember Shikamaru.