Blood for blood.

[runningred]

Jay opens his door and tossed the suitcase aside. Nothing in there that can't wait. For once, Jay's room is in immaculate order, clearly cleaned and packed up before he went away.

He shrugs off his shirt and waistcoat to reveal his heavily bandaged chest. There are boot prints bruised into his skin and deep cuts and shallow scratches. All and all, he's a mess.

"Thank you for this." He kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed.

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[runningred]

Fuck, even the vibrations are amazing! He keens softly, running his fingers through Eric's hair.

Knowing it's dyed, he focuses his heightened senses, trying to see if he can feel the chemical of the dye. Of course his senses are nowhere near that accurate but the idea is there.

[onceaviking]

That touch, the fingers in his hair, provokes a different response. A softer moan.

Eric presses against Jay.

[runningred]

Seems like Jay's not the only one with a thing for having his hair played with. He arches back against Eric, petting his hair on long, slow strokes, feeling the individual strands between his fingers.

[onceaviking]

There is a loud click next to his ear.

The sound of fangs coming down.

[runningred]

Jay gasps. He can feel the abruptness of them like never before, the sharp tang in the air as Eric exposes his fangs. Jay can feel his whole body vibrate with need just as Eric's does with hunger. "Yes." It's barely a breath because he knows it doesn't need to be any louder than that.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites down on his neck. Hard.

Letting the hot blood flood his mouth as he encircles Jay's body with his arms and holds him tightly.

[runningred]

Jay orgasms as Eric's fangs enter his neck, aware of every part of his body so completely that the sensations fill him. Not that it has made him any softer.

He can hear his own heart, the blood pumping and racing to Eric's lips, the slither of strands between his fingers as he tightens his grip on Eric's hair.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks, noisily, messily, as he tightens his hold on Jay.

And his cold, cold skin slowly begins to heat up. Almost imperceptibly.

[runningred]

Normally but today Jay can feel it; feel his own skin cool as Eric's warms. It's minute but he can feel it.

And the texture of Eric's lips, the feel of his own blood on his skin - the sticky heat of it and there's a sudden moment when he feels like he might cum again from the overload of sensation.

He buries his face in Eric's shoulder, biting him with blunt human teeth just to keep himself from screaming.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls, tearing his mouth away from Jay's bloodied neck.
And then he grabs hold of Jay's hips. Bruisingly hard.

[runningred]

Jay grunts, jerking back with the abruptness of Eric's reaction. He has no idea if Eric's about to Fuck him or tear his throat out. Or both. But judging by that grip he won't have a say either way.

[onceaviking]

It seems to be Option One because Eric pauses briefly as he lines himself up and then he slowly, slowly, slowly penetrates Jay.

Staring down at him, his face dripping with blood, his lips parted to leave room for his fangs.

[runningred]

Oh fuck, if that won't cause an overload, nothing will! Jay cums again, pushing and clawing for faster, deeper, more!

The drips of blood hit his skin like scalding oil, bright and hot and strange. The iron tang of blood in the air is overpowering and Jay can't understand how Eric can bear it.

[onceaviking]

Another growl and then Eric starts moving. Fast and deep.
Tonight, Jay will be able to take it.

It's not quite like being with another vampire, but it comes close enough.

His eyes are fixated on the smeared blood on Jay's neck and on the bedding.

[runningred]

Jay can take it. And needs it. He growls back, pushing and pulling at Eric - trying to bite his neck again, trying to kiss him, trying to make the most of everything at that exact moment.

[onceaviking]

Eric bends his head and hisses, fangs bared, before kissing him hard, all the while keeping up with the rapid thrusts.

The very rapid thrusts.

[runningred]

Jay kisses back, almost aggressively, not caring that he's shredding his lips and tongue on Eric's fangs. The cuts heal fast and the blood only adds to the excitement.

There's no way to keep up with the way Eric's fucking him so he just takes it. It won't be long before he cums again and the third time might be a charm.

[onceaviking]

The blood certainly seem to encourage Eric.

He eventually tears his mouth away (perhaps to make certain that he won't do anything he'll regret) to hide his face against Jay's sweaty shoulder.

He can't hear anything but Jay's heartbeat.

[runningred]

Jay growls and bites Eric's neck again, bucking against him as fast as he can. He wants Eric wild and more than that, he want Eric to cum. He doesn't care about blood, there's more than enough of that all over already. He just wants to make Eric fall apart once.

[onceaviking]

Eric's fingers dig into Jay's hips as he makes a choked, wet sound.

Jay might be getting his wish.

Because he is not holding back. And last time he didn't was with Talbot. And he wants to banish that memory, those sensations, to the past. Where they belong.

[runningred]

Jay moans Eric's name between nips, doing his best to mark Eric's neck even if lasts for only a second. Gods, Eric sounds fantastic like this. And he feels even better. He clenches and thrusts back, desperate to feel Eric cum.

[onceaviking]

Eric gasps a string of broken words in the tongue of his youth. One might have been a name. Probably not Jay's. It's hard to tell as he is muffling them by pressing his face against Jay's shoulder.

And then he shudders into his own release, snarling against Jay's wet skin.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't mind, doesn't care. He never expected to make Eric cry his name. It's enough that he's moaning, that he's filling Jay with hot blood. He screams his own release. Third times a charm and Jay so so utterly spent.

[onceaviking]

Eric stays on top of him, heavy and still cool, at least compared to Jay.
He begins to lick at the side of his neck, cleaning his skin.

No heartbeat. No pulse.
His body utterly still again, apart from the small movements of his tongue.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't move much either, well as little as a human can. He licks catch him out and he breathes a moan. He's happy to lay here, too tired and used up to shift just yet.