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]

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.

[onceaviking]

After a little while, Eric pulls out and rolls off of Jay.
He sits up on the bed and stretches fully, arms in the air.

[runningred]

Jay groans as he stretches out on the bed, not half as sore as he has any right to be. He lets Eric sort himself out before rolling carefully to the edge of the bed. "Shower. I love the fact hot water never runs out here."

Nope, not talking about this. No feels here.

[onceaviking]

Eric grunts, noncommittally, and follows along.

Nothing to talk about here.

[runningred]

Jay runs the shower and washes himself without acknowledging Eric just yet. They both need time and space to recover from that and neither of them are in the right headspace for mush.

He cleans himself systematically, the way he use to after a long patrol.

[onceaviking]

Eric washes the way he does when he is alone. Eyes half-closed, soap slick hands moving slowly across his body.

Then he washes his hair and starts drying off.
Trying not to think about anything.

Such as Talbot.
Or the events looming in front of him.
Or anything at all really.

He doesn't like feeling things.

[runningred]

"Pass the shampoo, will you?" Jay mutters distractedly, half way lost in his own thought. Mostly about the bruise and scratches he no longer has.

[onceaviking]

Eric hands him the bottle. Wordlessly.

[runningred]

Jay takes it with equal silence, finish up and getting out. He dries out with further comment, letting Eric take as long as he need. Instead Jay checks himself in the mirror, needing to see to be sure everything's healed and fine again.

"Your blood is impressive. I don't even think a violet ray would heal that completely." Even some of his older scars are looking reduced.

[onceaviking]

"It seems to work a little differently each time here," Eric says, as he dries off and hangs the towel.
"But yes. It is."

Godric's line.

[runningred]

"Situational maybe. Or reacting to something in the person drinking it." Jay suggests, tugging at the forelock that is starting to lighten back to it's normal colour. "My system must have been flooded with adrenalin by-products and the like. Feels clear enough now."

Most of the effects of Eric's blood seemed to have died off with the third orgasm.

[onceaviking]

"Could be," Eric agrees and then he steps closer to take a look at Jay's eyes.

"You seem okay. I'll head off then."

Not touching him.

[runningred]

Jay holds his eye for a moment, resting a hand on Eric's arm. "If you go before I see you next, don't make my mistake. Don't miss."

It's as close to stay safe as he can say right now.