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[runningred]

{From here}

Jay slips down the hood of his suit, letting the drones do one last sweep to makes sure everything is sealed. He doesn't take the bike this time but goes on foot, heading straight for the smaller nest of demon rabbits in the lower caves.

This version of the suit keeps his thermal signature down to ambulant and filters breath and sweat to keep his scent from being detected.

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[onceaviking]

Eric makes a close to jubilant sound and increases his pace.

[runningred]

Jay can't outrun him for long, zigging and zagging around the trees.

[onceaviking]

But Eric might slow down, just a little bit.
Just for the fun of it.

And then he is suddenly on top of Jay. Fangs down. Snarling.

[runningred]

Jay rolls, trying to fend Eric off. He may be down, but he's not out. He may only be human but he's in peak combat condition. And the suit is puncture proof so Eric's going to need to work to get his snack out of its wrapper.

[onceaviking]

Eric likes a bit of a challenge.

He catches one of Jay's wrists and slams it into the ground, growling again.

[runningred]

Even with the impact resistance around his joints, that will hurts. But nothing Jay can't take.

And nothing he's not enjoying. He fights back, swinging at Eric's shoulder at the same time he lashes out with a kick.

[onceaviking]

Jay's foot connects with Eric's thigh even as he shifts slightly to let his swing slide by.
It's like kicking a boulder.

The boulder doesn't seem to care

[runningred]

Doesn't mean Jay won't try. He fights hard, using every millimeter of leverage he can get.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls straight into his face, fangs bared, eyes wild.

Then he catches his other hand.

[runningred]

Jay's still trying, even though he has next to no leverage. He does try to nut Eric though.

[onceaviking]

He comes close enough for Eric to snarl and slam an arm down across his throat.

[runningred]

That gets a fun gurgling sound out of Jay as his throat plate goes ridged to protect his windpipe.

But he does stop trashing.

[onceaviking]

Eric on th other hand doesn't stop growling.

It's a low, ominous sound.

[runningred]

Which is seriously messing with Jay's ability to breath. Or think past his own erection.

[onceaviking]

Eric dips his head, eyes half closed, and opens his mouth wide, showing off his fangs, half an inch from the material covering Jay's face.

[runningred]

Jay groans roughly, twitching under Eric's grasp. His helmet is carbon fiber and Kevlar, solid enough to take most things.

But it pops open at a pressure switch inside his chin mount. He grins dangerously, pretty damn breathless. "Not a bad run."

[onceaviking]

Eric half snarls, his upper lip twitchinh .

"No. Not bad."

He sounds hoarse.

[runningred]

Jay arches under him. "Are you aching as badly as I am?" He grins.

[onceaviking]

"Yes."

But not just in the ways Jay are.

[runningred]

"I can't open my suit unless you take pressure off my throat." Jay points out, the collar still rigid.

[onceaviking]

There's a long moment where nothing happens - and then Eric moves his arm and lets go og Jay's wrists.

[runningred]

Jay touches something just under his chin and the collar pops open, allowing him to unzip down to his crotch. Casting the cup aside, he puts his wrist back where Eric can pin it again.

[onceaviking]

He does.

His right hand is large enough to afford a firm hold on both of Jay's wrists.

And his lips, shockingly cold, are pressed against Jay's neck.
You can feel the fangs behind them.

[runningred]

Jay arches his neck, pressing against the firmness of those fangs. His heart is still racing from the hunt and he's hard as hell again the thin shirts under his suit.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls.
It's a small, hungry sound, fanning his icy breath across Jay's hot skin.