(A/N) I've only seen the first and half of the second episode of The Hollow Crown and I saw Snow White and the Huntsman a few weeks ago. Really, I need more stories of Eric/Hal.

Oneshot...maybe twoshot...I don't know yet.

Eric thinks maybe this is a dream that maybe life has decided to look up for him, here in his house on the outskirts of town. Evening had been quiet, fire cracking and warm across the room from where he sits. Coins rest heavy and proud on the table from a job finished quickly and supper settles in his stomach. The huntsman thinks that maybe the rest of the night will be just as dully peaceful, at least until Hal sways into his house, grumbling words that turn into useless nonsense trailed by the mud he tracks in. There are words about his father and the thin man growls, somewhere between anger and anguish.

In the firelight his skin looks pallid and shines with colors not his own, his cheekbones cut through the shadows and his hair a dirty auburn mess drenched with who knows what. Sitting where he is the huntsman thinks the man-no longer a lord or a prince because there are no titles in his home-is a sight to be pitied. Then he brings that pity over on mile long legs and throws one over his lap like he's about to ride a horse and Eric breathes out through his nose at the thought

Air squeezes out from between them as Hal leans forward with half lidded eyes that look more feral than heron blue. He smells like a tavern, all smoke and watered down ale and the sloppy kiss Hal initiates between them tastes divine. Breathing, he should probably do that sometime soon but it's better here, feeling the man's tongue lick into his mouth hot and life giving. Gripping those slim hips he drags Hal up higher onto his lap as he sinks back into the chair. Hal is more than he looks, he's not a twig, he's lean muscle that puts subtle strength into his back and curves along his spine down to strong legs that put grace into his steps.

Breaking away Eric leaves that persuasive mouth and sucks at the man's neck, he can taste sweat, ale, dirt and underneath it all Hal. Sliding his tongue alone smooth skin he can feel the man's throat working as he pants and it turns into something darker than just tasting. He bites and closes his eyes when he hears Hal groan and arousal twists inside him, sharp as its thorns scrape along his insides. It's intoxicating, infecting and overpowering to have this man writhing against him in desperation. Biting and worrying at his lover's collarbone earns him something better than a honeyed voice, friction is what he feels as Hal presses their groins together.

Fingers dig into his hair and yank him back up into a kiss; they keep him put as Hal moves, all fluid lines against him. Between them it's too warm, too much leather and confined space for all their rubbing to be anything akin to comfortable but Eric likes it, and he likes the way Hal falls apart on top of him. Sliding his hands around he has to force them into the back of Hal's already too tight pants and the man moans and grinds harder, breath harsh against his face. Hal's skin is hot and Eric digs his nails into the meat of his lover's buttocks just to hear him keen again. Holding on he gets a better rhythm going than the shameful miscalculated thrusts they were working before. The feel of Hal's thick shaft grinding against his own is perfect, he can feel their chests meeting with each heaved breath and then there's a tongue back in his mouth muffling their voices.

He's had about all he can take with their mindless rutting and grabbing as much as he can the huntsman sits forward and sweeps them out of the chair and deposits Hal onto the table. Working his hands around he yanks off Hal's pants and boots, ignoring the man's surprised grunt. Letting them drop he takes a moment to appreciate the man, who holds such power, in the firelight. Debauched and not one for shame Hal lets his knees fall apart, the air is cool but Eric's gaze is enough to burn him from the inside out.

"Huntsman," Hal breathes.

Such a name, such a title and he hums in acknowledgment, trailing a hand down his lover's thigh as he walks forward between those inviting legs.

"Do not make me wait."

Eric smirks and maybe he shouldn't take so much pride in bedding someone made up silver spoons and coins but Hal is under his skin and digging him out would take too much effort. Leaning forward he kisses the man hard and feels nimble fingers making quick work of his pants. Groaning into their Kiss he feels those fingers work over him lightly. They've no oil so he settles for wetting his fingers inside Hal's mouth and the sight gets ingrained into his memory, like all the other times he's stuck something into that hot space.

Preparation, he should take his time, but then he thinks that this isn't just anyone and there's a reason Hal comes around his house. Which, coupled with the fact Hal looks good spread out on his table, making noises that should be outlawed he makes due with two fingers before lining himself up. Muscles flutter around the head of his cock and Hal's hands grip his arms, anchoring him and urging. There's not enough to smooth the way and he pushes in at his lover's insistence. Panting like he's run for days Hal clings to the huntsman and inhales his scent, dizzying in its familiarity that he can lose himself enough to ignore the burn and stretch.

Being filled, being taken apart by this man for hire settles in the back of his mind, like always but it doesn't feel out of place there, it feels just right. The huntsman drags out and he feels the emptiness left in his wake is enough to desire his immediate return. Mouthing at stubble and groaning when his lover does return Hal kisses him again and again. Nothing matters, nothing but this feeling of wanting to be made whole again and again. He moans and whimpers as the huntsman builds up a pace, grunting and holding his hips tightly.

It's dirty and it hurts but the pleasure far outweighs those black spots upon their meeting and he shakes, feeling how wound up his huntsman has made him. He keeps going, keeps breathing and living and clinging to his lover. Just hearing Hal, right in his ear its all there is, the fire is gone, the animals of the night silenced but for this man's angelic voice. It spurns him on to make those sounds spill unhindered from flushed lips. Closing his eyes tight he's surrounded by Hal and he can't stop moving, can't stop pushing into that tight heat and shuddering at the friction between them.

"Ah, ah," Hal can't stop the little sounds; he's too far gone to care. Clutching tighter he's so close, just a little further and then his huntsman is back to biting and gnawing his neck and he cries out, feeling everything bubble over inside him as he comes, "Ah-Eric."

He groans, low and approving at the sound of his name being cried to the heavens, the feel of his lover's body tensing and he makes his last thrusts deep and powerful before spilling inside Hal.

Heaving for breath he fights Hal for it as they kiss, sloppy and smeared along their lips. Letting go Eric notes just how hard he'd been holding his lord, there will be bruises later, but he doubts Hal will mind. Both groan when they part and Eric is courteous enough to hand back the man's pants with a rag to clean himself with. He doesn't say anything as he watches Hal dress, as he does up his pants but then they don't say much sometimes and just before the man leaves he catches him by the arm. Leaning in, he can still smell the tavern but then can smell himself all over the man and he kisses him hard before all but shoving the man out of his house, annoyed for ruining his quiet evening.