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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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[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.

[runningred]

Jay's pretty clean, the wounds on his neck are closed and healed over and his eyes are only a little wide. "I'm fine. I'd be fucking sore if it wasn't for the top up but I'm all good."

[onceaviking]

Eric runs the tips of his fingers across Jay's newly healed skin, nodding a little.

Up close he smells of blood and Jay with a faint hint of whatever shampoo he used earlier in the evening.
And his skin is almost, almost warm.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't quite moan, but he comes pretty damn close. He's in that zone of fascinating hypersensitivity. He reaches up to brush a gentle hand over the back of Eric's neck, enjoying that semblance of warmth, even if it doesn't last.

[onceaviking]

Eric twitches.

But he doesn't move away.

[runningred]

"It's a pity I can't keep you warm for long." Jay mutters, fingers curling around the soft hair at the nape of Eric's neck a moment longer.

And then he drops his hand and steps back. "I'm going to run for a bit then take the garage entrance back into the bar. That way no-one'll see me with blood on my suit."

[onceaviking]

"Good call," Eric says, stepping away at the same time.
Huskily.

And then he is gone.

[runningred]

Jay stands there, mildly exasperated for a moment.

Then he shakes his head, re-ties his boots and takes off at a jog towards the garage, enjoying the moonlit night through heightened senses.

{ooc: Love these two weirdos!}