Rude Awakening (private: attn Eiryk)
((ooc: Takes place on the morning of 1/11/11, at Alex's apartment))
Well, his birthday had gone as planned. Alex cracked opened his eyes at an hour that seemed far too early in the morning and probably was. Fortunately he'd planned ahead to open his store a little later than usual; he was the boss after all, right? The clock on the bedstand said it was 6 am and he realized he and Eiryk had only been home for three hours. That would explain the fact that he still felt completely hammered.
They'd been out until three in the morning and had stumbled back to Alex's apartment completely blitzed. Perfect, for Alex's very secret thirtieth birthday. He hated celebrating birthdays. He generally just got drunk instead and had seen no reason to alter those plans except to include Eiryk without telling him the reason for the uncharacteristic binge. Eiryk had joined in readily enough, and Alex was amazed they'd managed to get back here without killing themselves.
His head informed him it was not ready to get up so he rolled over and slept away another couple of hours. The next time he awakened he felt absolutely no better, but that was the price he paid for that many shots. Groaning, he sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and put his head in his hands. A glance back at Eiryk showed him collapsed on the other side of Alex's almost-too-small bed, on his stomach, face turned away, the blankets shoved down to his waist. He hadn't budged since they'd gotten in; in fact, one leg was still dragging on the floor.
Well... Alex had to get up. And awake. He couldn't keep the store closed all day. The single window in his bedroom was against the back wall, right over the bed, and the sun was up and shining in spite of the cold outside. Alex stood, his head and stomach complaining, and yanked it open, wincing away from the brightness, hoping it would jolt him out of his hangover.
Collapsing back on the bed, he lay there for a second. Then, oddly enough, Eiryk moved. Unheard of. Nothing woke Eiryk up and he slept like the dead. Alex looked at his boyfriend, mostly concerned that he was about to hurl and wondering if he should try to find a bucket. Instead, he saw something even more unusual.
He could swear Eiryk was burning. Like a sunburn. Where the sunlight was hitting his skin, it was turning red, blistering, and, he swore, smoking. What... the fuck.
Eiryk writhed in discomfort, amazingly not waking up. And then he rolled over, onto his back, facing Alex. Alex gaped as Eiryk's chest turned red as well. "Holy shit."
Eiryk snickered to himself before half throwing himself into Alex's arms and threatening to topple them over. The alcohol had done more than loosen inhibitions, it had thrown them out.
"You should yell at me. You should be mad. Don't worry about fair, I was bad... terrible boyfriend."Â?
He might have been slurring just a little but even now he was more sober than he had been and so looked over to the booze and speculated on how to get another drink or three. Maybe Alex should get one too.
"But you want me to leave..."Â?
He half sobbed. If being drunk was the only reason Alex was letting him stay they were in trouble. There was simply no way he could always stay drunk. He'd do it too, try any how, if it let him stay with Alex.
"Could call Pak... Kem or Aishe might come for me too."Â?
Eiryk was damned close to crying he really didn't want to go, he didn't want Alex to make him. He wanted to stay here.
Why? Honestly Eiryk wasn't quite sure, at least he couldn't articulate it, but that might be because he'd been drinking. Again he came dangerously close to just sobbing at Alex.
"But I did, hurt you. I... I love you."Â?
He wobbled again and just couldn't figure out what else to say. Nothing came to mind and he just held Alex tighter.
He tried to soothe Eiryk as he seemed to border on near-hysterics. Alex had never seen him like this. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to flip out tonight? But instead he wrapped his arms around Eiryk and hushed him.
"Don't be stupid," he said. "I said I don't want you to go and I meant it. I wanted you here with me last night, and this morning, and it hasn't changed between now and then in spite of what we may or may not have kept from each other, okay?"
He kept his voice low. Eiryk was going to be in a world of hurt in a few hours between last night's carousing, his still raw-looking skin, and tonight's drunk. "You're gonna make yourself sick. Easy."
He sighed and rubbed Eiryk's shaking shoulders. He'd never seen him so close to losing it completely. "I hurt you too, but I love you just as much. I don't want to be lied to anymore, Eiryk. But I need you. Don't leave me, and don't pretend to be something you're not. It might take me some time to really get all of this, but don't give up on me."
"Sorry... sorry.... sorry..."Â?
He was till wanted? Alex wasn't throwing him out. Eiryk looked up with naked hope, silently begging Alex to say that again. He wanted to pull Alex to him on the couch but couldn't bring himself to do that. Some where along the line he'd lost the courage to do that. But Alex seemed to understand and sat down with him.
"Nope... Hang over, but not sick."Â?
Closing his eyes he let Alex rub his shoulders, and that simple contact made a world of difference. He buried his face in Alex's neck and absently nuzzled there.
"I deserved it. Really, you're being too good to me about all this."Â?
And Eiryk meant all of that. Most people wouldn't be nearly this understanding or forgiving. It was just further proof that Alex was wonderful and all the more reason to love him.
"Never. Why would I ever give up on you? And I promise no more lies. Promise."Â?
There would be things he couldn't tell Alex, but at the very least Eiryk would just say it out right, that he couldn't go into it.
"'Kay," he said simply, still rubbing Eiryk's shoulders. "I'm going to hold you to that."
He sat there for a few minutes longer; Eiryk seemed to slump against him, any energy he'd had gone with the dregs of his last outburst. Finally Alex stood and settled Eiryk back against the couch.
"Stay there."
He got a clean glass and filled it with cool water, then returned to Eiryk and handed it to him. "Drink."
Then he furrowed his brow. "Will that even help?"
God. This was all way out of his realm. He still wasn't sure he believed it all. Give it some time, he told himself. Patience.
Where would he go? Eiryk just sat there. He took the water and stared at it for a second before obediantly drinking it down. Actually want he wanted was an ice pack on his face and to turn of all the lights.
"A little. Not much, things work a little different."Â?
It was the thought that counted though, and it sure didn't hurt. Very few things could hurt right now. Eiryk didn't like to think how much of a number he'd done on himself right now.
"Its OK. I'll be fine. Really I've lived through worse than a hang over."Â?
He sighed and rested his head against Eiryk's. Taking the now-empty water glass from him he set it on the table. "Things work differently. I guess that's so. What is it you need then, Eiryk? Is it..."
Damn it, he couldn't even bring himself to say it. It was ridiculous. Who drank blood, honestly? But why would Eiryk make up something so fantastic, and how could he explain the fact that he had burned, literally burned, in the sunlight coming through Alex's window?
"Look, when it boils down to it you're my only family now," he said with a weak laugh. "I guess I need to know this stuff then. I trust you Eiryk. You're what I've got. You won't hurt me, right?"
This whole prospect terrified him. But Eiryk said he'd bitten him before. Alex swallowed down the revulsion, the fear that that caused. He was fine, as far as he could tell. He had to trust Eiryk, because the only other option was to leave him. Love without trust was pointless and Alex couldn't do one without the other.
"So just go ahead if that's what will help. Show me how this all works."
Hell of a fever, among other things. Looking back he wasn't sure how he'd lived through it.
Eiryk almost purred when Alex put their heads together. This was right, how it should be.
He was surprised that Alex would offer, however round about and while he wanted to, Eiryk wasn't sure he could. Alex shouldn't be guilted into this. But he'd just promised not to lie so, here went nothing.
He was a bit more sober and wasn't slurring his words any more but he was being very careful about pronouncing things.
"I would never hurt you. Not ever not for anything. Yes, it would help but it isn't necessary. It is almost dark, I'll go... out to eat."Â?
It was hard to turn the offer down though. Eiryk reached over and smoothed back Alex's hair. It was brave and sweet for him to offer. And all things considered Eiryk would rather feed from Alex than some nameless person.
"Are you sure?"Â?
"Go out to eat, huh, is that what you call it? You can hardly speak clearly much less walk straight. You think I'm going to let you go out? Down three flights of stairs no less?" He'd seen Eiryk drunk... he was fairly certain there was no improvement in clumsiness with increased alcohol percentage in his system... whatever that system functioned on.
He gritted his teeth and tried to repress a shudder. "I'm sure," he said. "Jesus, Eiryk, stop dragging it out like this. Do what you're going to do."
Okay. That was freaky. He was looking into Eiryk's face, more specifically, his mouth as he spoke, and there were fangs there. Not canines, which on Eiryk he had recognized as slightly pointy but thought nothing of. Some people just had pointy canines. These were fangs. Shiny, white, far longer and more menacing than any tooth.
It took all he had not to shove Eiryk away and run for the door. Alex pulled him close instead. "Do it. Get better. And we'll talk some more."
He could hide his fear, mostly, but he couldn't hide his rapid breathing or the tension. If Eiryk didn't do it soon he was going to lose his nerve. He'd still half thought his boyfriend was more or less nuts, but seeing those long white teeth peeking out from beneath his upper lip in the soft living room light, Alex was a believer.
He kissed Alex, slowly and lovingly wordlessly reassuring him. No there was no way he was going to hurt this man. Even wasted he wasn't going to screw up and hurt any one. He lightly touched his lips to the plus in Alex's neck and then quickly, before Alex could change his mind and pull away, but with infinite care bit down, his fangs piercing the skin as gently and delicately as he could manage.
Eiryk held on to Alex the whole time and felt him relax as he drank. He didn't need much right now, just something to help clear his head and speed up the healing on the burns, which were worse than Eiryk had initially realized. When he was done he carefully kissed each of the two small punctures making sure they were closed and clean, no stray blood around them.
Sitting back up he looked into Alex's eyes, searching for belief or revulsion or anything in between.
"I will never hurt you."Â?
Hey at least Eiryk's deep dark secret wasn't "honey, I'm straight and married with children."
As Eiryk's mouth found his neck Alex closed his eyes. He wouldn't be able to see anything but he didn't want to risk it. he jumped at the brief, short pain in his neck but although his mind told him this was bad, his body didn't want to respond. And then his mind followed suit as a very familiar, overwhelming sensation engulfed him.
He breathed. Just remember to breathe. It felt shamefully good, what Eiryk was doing to him. He felt it all the way down to his toes and in a wanton, wildly careless way he never wanted it to stop. But stop it did, and he opened his eyes to see Eiryk's blue ones watching him. The words sounded heartfelt. This really was just Eiryk. Being himself. And so much more.
Alex smoothed his hands down his thighs and stood up. Carefully he helped Eiryk, who in spite of at least looking better was still pretty wobbly, to his feet. Turning to face him Alex sighed and gritted his teeth, then pulled back his arm, fisted his fingers, and belted Eiryk as hard as he could right in his handsome jaw.
He had the brief satisfaction of watching Eiryk reel backwards and tumble onto the couch again, blinking in a dazed manner up at Alex from his prone position in the cushions.
Alex reached out again and once more pulled Eiryk to his feet. "That's for biting me before," he said roughly. "Without my knowing. No more of that."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the spot he'd just punched. And then he kissed Eiryk properly. "That's for telling me the truth. We square now?"
Damn. That hurt. Alex was not a creampuff or a sissy, he could throw a punch. Blinking and a little dazed Eiryk blinked up at Alex and nodded. He understood and he deserved that. The reaction was understandable and some small fragment of the anger he kept waiting for Alex to turn on him. Part of Eiryk felt better, not his jaw of course, but part of him.
He sighed and kissed Alex back with semi-drunken, adrenalin high let down, passion and then nodded again.
"For now. I still think you have the right to be angry with me for a while yet. But for now, I think we are good."Â?
He didn't quite know what to do now. He was still wobbling a bit so work was out. He hadn't slept all day and was sort of tired and while he understood they weren't breaking up he wasn't quite sure how far to push Alex. Maybe he should get that cab and sleep off the rest of this bender. Even while he was thinking this he didn't let go of Alex, even resting his head against Alex's shoulder. Yeah, sure he was half way out the door.
He pulled back and smiled wryly at Eiryk. "I can't afford more repairs right now."
The lightly sarcastic humor helped him cover up the rest of his nerves, giving him time to try and stay calm. He released Eiryk, slipping his arm around his shoulders and bringing him to the back of the apartment. He got Eiryk into bed, pulled the sheet and the blanket up over him, and bent to run his hand briefly through Eiryk's sunny gold hair. "Wait here," he said.
Back in the kitchen he filled Eiryk's glass with cold water again and retrieved a roll of duct tape from the utility drawer. He walked back into the bedroom, placed the glass next to the bed on Eiryk's side, and then tore off several pieces of tape from the roll.
Reaching over Eiryk, Alex carefully taped first one side of his bedroom curtain and then the other to the wall. He glanced down at his boyfriend. "Let's not have a repeat," he said.
The sunlight was blocked out pretty well by the curtain as it hung naturally; it was Alex's own reaction he was worried about. He usually sat up and opened it first thing in the morning and he wanted to avoid that little bit of fun again. The terror in Eiryk's eyes was all too clear in his memory.
Back on his side of the bed he stripped down to his boxers and tossed his laundry into the hamper before slipping into his pajama pants and a tee. Eiryk had been quiet the whole time Alex was moving around. Sliding into his bed, which barely fit the two of them, Alex leaned up on his elbow and looked down at Eiryk.
"Okay?" He asked. He was still concerned. He'd never seen Eiryk as badly off as he'd been that day.
"If I break it I'll buy it."Â?
He retorted quietly before obediently following Alex to bed and letting himself be tucked in. Honestly, Eiryk wasn't sure he'd ever been tucked in before, not even as a human, as a child. He sort of liked it. Not that he was going to admit that any time soon. Vampires and Vikings didn't get tucked in, but since right now he was just a tired lush it was OK.
Eiryk watched fascinated as Alex taped the curtains closed. He couldn't help it he grinned a little. He didn't laugh though. Amusing or not he appreciated the thought and the effort. It didn't for a second cross his mind that Alex would deliberately try and fry him, Eiryk understood that it was a precaution.
With Alex now in bed, Eiryk smiled and felt better than he had all day. Seeing Alex looking down at him he only grinned and gathered the other man to him, wrapping himself around Alex.
"Now I'm okay."Â?
"Sleep if you can," he said. "When you're sober, I get to ask questions." He lay on his back, Eiryk curled up around him, his arms around his boyfriend. When Eiryk's eyes had closed and his breathing slowed down even further, Alex lifted a hand and felt the side of his neck. He couldn't feel anything there. No scabs, no open wounds, nothing. "Huh."
It was a bit early for sleep so he lay there next to a passed-out... well... vampire. Might as well get used to the word, right? He'd have to remember to ask Eiryk if that was actually the proper term. He rolled his eyes at himself. Way to go, Alex. Fresh into Nachton a few months ago. You meet a guy, have a relationship you didn't plan for with something out of a Bram Stoker novel... how many random chances had had to fall into place for all of this to happen?
Trust, he repeated to himself. He'd trusted Eiryk this far and even though it'd been sorely tried it hadn't been broken. There was a lot to be said for love. Maybe love couldn't fix everything, but Alex guessed it could sure help keep things together when all the other facets of a relationship were under strain.
All in all, Alex thought philosophically, he'd been through too much shit since arriving in Nachton not to roll with this particular punch. He sighed, glanced down at Eiryk, and decided to remain where he was although at this point he doubted there was anything in the known universe could wake Eiryk up. After an hour or so he did get up, made himself dinner and watched a little TV before returning to his bedroom where Eiryk hadn't so much as budged an inch. Well, some things stayed the same.
((ooc: Alex and Eiryk out))