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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]

First things first.

Eric grids down against him, fully clothed - and then he bites him.
Hard.

[runningred]

Jay yells. Because they're in the middle of the forest and who the fuck cares. His blood tastes like adrenalin and arousal. Good old fashioned fight, flight or fuck. It runs hot and fast into Eric's mouth.

[onceaviking]

Now, this is how it is supposed to be.

Eric growls wetly against Jays skin, letting his mouth overflow with hot, sticky blood. Then he reaches down to undo his jeans.

[runningred]

Jay could be struggling, but this feels too good. The hot, wet blood contrasting with Eric's marble cold. The ache of lust rushing through his body.

[onceaviking]

Eric can taste it.
The eagerness.
The lust.
The urge to fall.

Just as surely as a vampire will draw in those who find thrills in walking on ledges, those walking on ledges will call to vampires

[runningred]

Which is why they are so bad for each other. Jay's desire to fly with the rush of knowing he can fall drives him to do such wonderfully dumb things.

Like goading Eric on by surging up in an effort to break free, or at least speed things up a bit.

[onceaviking]

Eric slams him back down, snarling in his face, his own face smeared with blood.

And then he penetrates him, pinning him down.

[runningred]

Jay screams again, riding the very sharp edge between pleasure and pain as he feels Eric's cold length fill him. "Oh fuck, yes."

[onceaviking]

Another bite. Deeper, harsher.

Still constrained, though it might not feel that way.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't panic. He knows Eric won't take him past what he can be healed from. But the illusion of danger is enough to have him panting, pushing back against Eric with each thrust.

[onceaviking]

He's right of course.

Probably.

Eric increases the pace of his thrusts, the ferocity of his bites. Still thrumming with the buzz of the hunt.

[runningred]

Every bite, every thrust rips a sharp cry from Jay's throat. Blood pools on his chest, in the hollows of his collarbones and flows onto his suit. His throat torn with every bite and his body battered perfectly by the power of Eric's thrusts.

He clenches, angling up so each thrust hits him just right, cuming with another shattering scream.

[onceaviking]

Eric hisses as the hormones released in Jay's blood floods his mouth and he stops moving.
But he keeps drinking.

[runningred]

Jay's weakening now but he pushes against Eric, wanting to ride out every second of pleasure/pain before it's over and he's too weak to enjoy it.

[onceaviking]

He likes that. Likes feeling life like this. Struggling. Ebbing.

He swallows wetly and tangles his fingers in Jay's hair.

[runningred]

And Jay loves having his hair played with, sending another flush of desire through his stilling body. He's floating now, in that spot when shock and bloodloss start to kick in.

[onceaviking]

He should stop.

He'll stop.

In a little while.

[runningred]

Jay's stopping. Mostly cause there's not much else he can do. Getting pretty still now.

[onceaviking]

Eric's licks his torn neck, his collarbone, his face.

Then he kisses him and his kiss is filled with slow, cool blood.

[runningred]

It takes a moment before Jay's with it enough to kiss back. But when he does, he answers Eric's kisses passionately, drinking down the cool, thick blood.

He lets his head fall back, letting the blood do it's thing and closes up the wounds.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls out, moves away, and does up his jeans.

Then he runs a hand through his hair and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his neck.

[runningred]

Jay's heart-rate returns to normal and he levers his way up to his elbows. He grins up at Eric. "Well, that was fun."

[onceaviking]

"You are a sick and twisted individual," Eric replies, retracting his fangs with an audible click.

Not that he is complaining.

[runningred]

"And you love it." Jay laughs, getting to his feet and zipping up his suit. Cold drying blood isn't exactly pleasant but it's better than walking back to the bar naked.

He's only a little high, judging by the way he bounces on his toes.

[onceaviking]

Eric waves him over so he can take a look at his neck.
And his eyes.

Just in case.