Blood loss and lust

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Jay leads Eric upstairs and into his room. "Private enough for you?" And at least comfortable for him to sleep it off after Eric's done with him.

He grins and gestures Eric towards him. He knows this is unhealthy, this relationship. But fuck, it's fun!

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[onceaviking]

"It does sound infinitely better than having to make a hole in the ice first. Or having nothing but salt water to wash in for weeks on end," Eric says.

Jay's word choice likely helps.

"I like being clean."
It's true too.

[runningred]

"Much, much better. And the hot water lasts for hours. Keeps you so warm."

He grins over at Eric. "I love being clean too."

[onceaviking]

"And here I thought you liked being dirty," Eric says dryly.

And then he adds, quietly, "I miss that sometimes."
Being warm.

[runningred]

"I like getting dirty, that's for sure." Jay chuckles, stretching like a cat. "But getting clean afterward is fun too."

Jay would normally reach out to Eric at this point, providing comfort. But it's Eric. "You seemed pretty warm tonight."

[onceaviking]

"Mm," Eric murmurs. Softly. "And I am full for once."

But it won't last long.

He runs a hand through his damp hair and sits up , his back turned on Jay.
He's pensive.

He doesn't like that.

[runningred]

"Hey. What's up? You okay?" Jay asks softly.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns to face Jay. His face is a mask. Beautiful, white, and cold.

"Don't ask me that," he says and goes to pick up his clothes.

He lmust like you, Jay. You get a warning.

[runningred]

There are a hundred response Jay wants to throw back. Half of them conserned, the words of a worried friend; the other half the sharp responses of someone sick of being snapped at. But he bites his tongue and pulls the blankets up. "Till next time, then."

[onceaviking]

Eric turns, his trousers still unfastened, his shirt unbuttoned.

"There is nothing in me but hunger, Jay. Hunger and rage. Nothing gentle, nothing soft. If there was, my own would tear me apart in an instant.."

It's meant as an explanation of sorts. Perhaps.

"There can be no memories and no regrets. So don't ask me."

Because a small part of him had wanted to answer. He was getting soft. That wouldn't do.

[runningred]

Jay sits up to look at him. "Survive however you have to. And tell yourself whatever you need to hear to do it."

He manages to get to his feet, heading for the bathroom. "I won't ask again if you don't want me to but just because I'm nothing but a meat-sack to you doesn't mean I don't care."

[onceaviking]

"It would be smarter if you didn't," Eric replies.

There's a pause.

"And you are not a meat sack . You're a blood bag."
An attempt at levity?

He is clearly getting soft.

[runningred]

Jay laughs softly and lets himself fall against the wall near the bathroom door. "I thought we established earlier this evening that I'm suicidal stupid. You can't expect me to do the smart thing."

[onceaviking]

"You have a point," Eric concedes .

And then he is pressing Jay against the wall, trapping him, bared fangs mere inches away from his face.

"I am lucky that way," he says, offhandedly, and bites down on Jay's clavicle.
It'll leave a bruise.

Even if he licks it. Which he does.

His eyes are very blue up close.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't flinch or look away. His eyes are just as blue, if a very different shade. Stormy skies rather than ice. He looks straight at Eric, unafraid and steadfast.

But he does moan softly when Eric marks him.

[onceaviking]

"And just maybe you're a little lucky too," he murmurs in Jay's ear.
He steps back and starts buttoning his shirt.

"I almost wish I could bring Pam. She would like you."

[runningred]

"I'm pretty sure I'd be dead if I wasn't." Jay chuckles, still leaning against the wall as Eric dresses.

"You think so? As a friend or as a blood bag?"

[onceaviking]

"As something to fuck and devour," Eric answers sweetly as he finish buttoning his shirt and reaches down to fasten his pants.

"Though she would probably like you better with tits."

[runningred]

Jay can't help but laugh. "Can't please either of you, can I? You both want me with tits." Jay's happy to stand there, naked and sore. He'll fall into a shower when Eric goes. "But the thought of being a plaything for both of you together is very hot. Question is, do you share?"

[onceaviking]

"She's my progeny," Eric replies, smirking. "Of course I share. But her self control isn't good enough yet. I wouldn't want to risk her hurting you beyond repair."

He runs his fingers through his hair and straightens his collar.

[runningred]

"As opposed to you?" Jay teases, fingering the bruise on his collarbone.

[onceaviking]

"Oh please," Eric retorts. "You know I can do far worse than that."

He starts putting on his shoes.

"When I first met Pam, I slashed a man's throat in front of her. She hardly flinched. "

Perhaps even vampires like to brag about their offspring.

[runningred]

"I know." Jay grins. "I'm just enjoying the fact you're leaving me with marks this time. I'm not big on scars but I don't mind the odd bruise."

He cocks his head, enjoying the pride in Eric's voice. "She sounds ruthless." It's meant as a complement.

[onceaviking]

"Marks are always an option. And she is. Ruthless. And clever. And a good lay."

Yes, that is his daughter he is talking about. In a manner of speaking.

[runningred]

"I'll remember it for next time." Jay purrs.

"She sounds like a good match for you." Jay responds, respectfully. "I can see why you picked her."

[onceaviking]

Eric chuckles. Then he says, after a small pause, "Actually, she picked me. I never thought of myself as a maker."