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Baba Yaga (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-05-11 23:41:00

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baba yaga, eric northman, henry mccoy

Come out and play (Hank, Eric)
The crone had found the conference very interesting, but that reporter had asked questions later in her paper she didn't care for. The fact that the City was now...normal hadn't been missed either. How could she not know that her spell had been broken by someone with a good deal of power? She didn't have to think long or hard on who that someone was either. The god was a being she'd have to handle; she'd noticed the woman with him, but for the moment, she'd decided to take up a bit of distraction.

Baba Yaga'd sent a woman dressed in the crone's clothes to the Tower, given the woman instructions, and set her loose. The woman would definitely smell like the crone as she stood waiting for the beast to come out and play. She was built much like the crone, or Red, was, and she held a small basket with pieces of tasty meat inside. On the basket was a small envelope, inside, a note:

You may enjoy this one, or you may come play in the park. Bring the food. We could have so much fun, my darling.

It was unsigned, but the scent alone should be enough to tell the blue furred genius who sent him his little present.

The crone sat on a park bench and watched the world move around her. She had picked a spot that seemed more wooded than normal. Quite possibly her cabin was close by. Perhaps Eric would feel the strong hint of mischief, anticipation, and lust from the small woman. She was certainly in the mood for a distraction with so much possibility.

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i_bite
2012-05-12 08:07 am UTC (link)

"I haven't exactly tried." Eric admitted. He looked to Hank, still smiling. "Except in the butcher shop."

Hearing that made him curious as to what Baba had been saying to the boy. Eric didn't expect her to encourage Hank to hide himself. But he didn't know what they'd talked about in exact words. This was the first time the three of them had even been in the same place at the same time. It meant there would be no stories for later, but it also meant that they could recall what happened with few words and their memories.

"Weres and shifters." He added to Baba's comment, to clarify for Hank. "Detest might be a gentle word for it."

Which, of course, made him think of how he'd been turned into a tiny little bat. She'd enjoyed that too much, Baba had. Eric pushed the thought out of his mind, because more interesting things were happening.

He sat up when he heard her request. Eager to hear what the answer would be. His fangs popped at the very thought, but he kept his lips firmly closed so they would not show.

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i_thebeast
2012-05-12 08:27 am UTC (link)

That smile was odd. Hank couldn't tell if he loathed Eric when he smiled like that, or if the adrenaline was the onset of something else. Then again, the vampire confused the young scientist's sensibilities even worse than Red did.

"We were most of us shifters at some point," he said. He didn't know if Eric knew about that, but figured it had. He cupped Red's cheek and smiled somewhat mischievously at her. "It was the first time I got you out of your dress." Which was giving him a great deal more credit than he deserved, if he deserved any at all. He hadn't even particularly noticed her state when he'd been a lumbering, care free polar bear. Those instincts had been so much tamer than those he lived with now. Or perhaps just happier.

He paused at her request, noting how Eric sat up quickly in anticipation. He was startled by his own reaction to Eric's change in scent, and blinked a few times, trying to sort out that more than the actual request.

"I... am not opposed, if he can find his way through my fur," he said finally. "And regardless of if I react or not, I doubt even my increased strength could refute him if the instincts react."

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i_cast
2012-05-12 08:35 am UTC (link)

"Well, I wasn't one." At least she hadn't been at the time of the swim. The crone smiled, not mentioning just what the viking had become. It would hurt his pride, and she was doing her best not to laugh at the thought of it. Instead she focused on the blue boy. "And, yes, my dress did come off rather quickly, didn't it?"

She squirmed a bit on his lap, lifting her feet so that Eric could come in closer. She didn't seem to care what sight they must have made. She didn't pick the spot, but a small hand did reach out to touch the viking's cheek. Desire became one of the stronger emotions; triumph mixed in with the rest.

Rather than waiting to see where Eric bit, she kissed Henry firmly. Her hand though continued to pet and trace along the viking's jaw. Her other hand was busy curling into the blue fur at the back of the brilliant doctor's head.

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i_bite
2012-05-12 08:55 am UTC (link)

"Being a shifter because this place has decided to temporarily unleash a werewolf disease and being one because you are one are two different things." He had been watching Baba closely to make sure that she didn't say anything. He didn't think that she would, but he supposed one truly never knew with her. She could say it just to get a reaction.

Eric had not expected Hank to be agreeable in any way to her suggestion, that he was - as he stated - not opposed, made Eric raise an eyebrow. Even if Hank's more animal side got a hold of the situation, Eric couldn't say that he wouldn't be interested in seeing just how enhanced the strength was.

He slid closer, watching her hands on the blue beast and tilting his head into her palm when she laid it on his skin. He could feel her desire and had much of his own. It was a strange bit of circular movement.

With the way things were set up, the bite would not be unpleasant from him. He also had the ability to decide if it was or wasn't. With Hank, it would be. But Baba's touching and kissing wouldn't hurt anything either.

Hank's wrist was what was most available at this moment, and Eric thought that until he had a sure way to get through the fur, it would be the easiest. He took the blue furred paw in his hand and brought it up to his face. Eric took a moment to linger in the smell of that fur while watching Baba. It was really a fantastic mixture, and being this close while it was happening was better than just having the aftermath.

With equal parts care and excitement, Eric pressed the wrist to his lips. The fur was a bit of an issue at first, until it was saturated with blood. Then there was no further problem. The fangs had gone in easily, quickly so there was nothing more than a pinch.

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i_thebeast
2012-05-12 09:14 am UTC (link)

"You needent be one to so embrace animalistic tendencies," Hank murmured affectionately to Red, reaching up and stroking her hair. He might have responded to Eric, but suddenly she was kissing him and despite knowing it was probably to distract him from Eric's movements he willingly gave in to her seductive embrace.

He felt his hand being lifted and turned, and then the pinch, which envoked a rumble. Then the strangest sensation of his blood being pulled from his veins in a manner he'd never experienced before. He'd given many blood samples over the years, and taken his own, but this was entirely different. This was the blood actually being taken.

A deep rumble stirred in his chest and he broke off the kiss, pupils narrowing slightly as the beast in him reacted to being fed from. But it wasn't unpleasant, in fact, as he looked down at the man feeding from him he felt a very odd kind of thrill.

He leaned in, touching his forehead to the side of Eric's head, sniffing experimentally and then inhaling much deeper the scent of his own blood and the scent of the man taking it, both the man and the creature occupying the large body captivated by the sensation and curiosity. It was exciting and new, and his free arm curled around Red as his pulse quickened, his hand reaching clear around her and squeezing the opposite thigh while the space between his lap and the woman in it lessened significantly.

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i_cast
2012-05-12 09:21 am UTC (link)

There was laughter again as the kiss broke. She didn't mind that the blue boy's attention was taken from her; she was more than happy to watch, to observe. Her fingers softly brushed along the back of Henry's neck as well as over Eric's hand buried in fur.

"That is the sound, make it again." Her head tilted to rest on blue boy's shoulder. She smiled and settled in; she could be quiet when the time called for it. She could also feel what the feeding was doing to the two men, not the exact same way, but she was certainly experiencing their reactions.

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i_bite
2012-05-12 09:26 am UTC (link)

Eric's eyes opened as he felt Hank move, and he turned in time to see the mass of blue fur coming at him. He stiffened briefly in anticipation of a fight, but got a bonk instead. Eric was unwilling at that moment to let go of the arm that he held or to stop drinking the blood that was more interesting than he could have imagined it to be.

There was a definite flavor to it that he had never had before. He wondered if it was due to the genetics that Hank so often spoke about, or something else. Perhaps the body he now occupied. Whatever the case, he was enjoying it. While it didn't have the power of, say, Baba's, it was enough to keep him attached.

His eyes drifted to her as he thought about what her blood was like and he saw that she was smiling. He felt her pleasure at what was happening, not just her own but her joy at what they were feeling as well.

When she encouraged Hank to make the noise again, Eric closed his eyes again, waiting for it.

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i_thebeast
2012-05-12 10:00 am UTC (link)

There was a pause after Hank's face contacted Eric's, then if anything a slight nuzzle, Hank perfectly happy to remain where he was. Especially when Red lay against him. The rumble started up again, this time powerful and loud enough to start to reverberate through his ribcage and into the two bodies of those he was pressed against. It was a deep purr of pleasure and excitement, and he inhaled again, even as his head began to feel ever so slightly fuzzy as the other continued to drink.

Red smelled powerful, and Eric smelled... well, undead. But between that and the sensations he hadn't experienced before, and being fairly well pinned in by the two bodies and bench, it was all very surreal. Hank didn't even notice his human mind slipping out of control and consciousness.

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i_cast
2012-05-12 11:45 pm UTC (link)

The crone nuzzled at blue furred jaw before biting softly into it. She could probably break skin, but she had no need to. She thought for a brief moment of sliding over to Eric's lap, but the Beast still held her fast where she was. So, she was forced to softly rub at Eric's thigh with foot.

One hand dipped between her body and Henry's to start pulling up his shirt. The other slid along the Henry's lifted arm to take one of Eric's hands. She didn't try to pry it from the blue arm, so much as softly tug on a finger. Now was the time to hear as much as feel the rumble. It was truly a fascinating sensation, and other than being on the large Beast's lap, a hand to buried in the blue fur on the young man's chest was a good way to feel it.

While they couldn't read each other's mind per say, Eric could no doubt feel the crone's renewed interest in what these two larger bodies could do to her smaller one. Not that this was the time for such explorations, but it was a pleasant feeling. One of these men would not be heading off alone. Then again, she could always find the other later.

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i_bite
2012-05-17 03:34 am UTC (link)

The rumble seemed to move through the entirety of his body, and Eric had to force himself to stop drinking. If he drank more, Hank would likely pass out on them both, which wouldn't be pleasant to his memories. He disengaged and sat back against the bench, still holding on to Hank's arm.

He looked over to Baba and watched her, his free hand still planted deep in the blue where she'd placed it. He didn't want to move that, either.

Eric knew, though, that pushing Hank any further in this moment would probably be detrimental to Baba's ultimate desire. The boy could only go so far before he was past his comfort zone. Eric didn't want this moment marred by a fight or stuttering refusals. The animal portion had reacted well to the new sensation, but that didn't mean it would react well to more.

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i_thebeast
2012-05-21 04:45 am UTC (link)

As the fangs left his flesh there was a quiet sigh from the large blue being, and the wound scabbed over quickly. Caught between the two mindsets it was difficult to attribute any one sensation to either human, animal, or blood loss, but the over effect was to make Hank quite dozy.

After a few moments he opened his eyes, groggily registering their presense. The hand that Eric had fed from curled up and he sniffed it, then carefully started to clean the fur around, scratchy tongue pulling the blood from the hair and matting it slightly. He didn't mind the two still there, both touching him. In fact he enjoyed it, but he wasn't about to leave the fresh smell of blood alone.

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