OOM: And now in black leather.

[runningred]

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Jay leads Eric to his room. It's only been a couple of days for him since he last had Eric up here. Or should that be since Eric last had him. The room may still have the scent of them. "So now that you've caught up to the modern age, do you have the best shower money can buy?" He strips carelessly and flops back onto the bed, eager to watch Eric get out of those pants.

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[onceaviking]

"I have to behave all the fucking time," Eric says, his lips moving against Jay's skin. "I cannot put into words how much I hate CCTV."

[runningred]

"Not to mention camera phones." Jay purrs, reaching back to stroke Eric's flank. "Remind me to build a EMP pulse into your bike. That way you can nuke the cameras if you need to."

[onceaviking]

Eric pauses briefly, laughing a little. "I like you, Jay," he says before returning his attention to the sweetly flowing blood.

He is being very thorough tonight.

[runningred]

"Thanks, I like me too." He jokes softly. Truth is Jay does like Eric. Quite a lot. Not love or anything romantically foolish like that but he enjoys the fact he knows where he stands with Eric - honestly and without delusions.

Jay keens a soft sigh, his eyes growing heavy as Eric drinks deep.

[onceaviking]

And far too soon he has to stop. He can feel Jay grow heavy and slow.

So he licks Jay's skin clean, biting his own tongue to speed the healing along.

"Jay?"
Just checking.

[runningred]

"Still here." Jay managed to whisper, patting whatever bit of Eric he can reach easiest. He's pretty low but nothing he can't recover from.

[onceaviking]

It feels odd, not glamouring him.

Eric sits up, still hard and blood spattered. He licks one of his own hands.

"Can you move?"he asks. Again, just checking.

[runningred]

Jay manages to roll only his back with a moan, feeling fantastical sore in all his favourite ways. He grins up at Eric, amused by the mess he's made. "You've forgotten how resilient I am." Kitten weak and heavy but sarcastically teasing as always.

[onceaviking]

"Oh yes, like we wet paper," Eric replies. Then he adds, "I had forgotten what you taste like. There is something -"

He searches for a word.

[runningred]

"Hey!" Jay chuckles softly. "It might have been a hundred years for you but the last time you nearly drained me was only two days ago for me!"

He cocks his head, watching Eric's face and waiting for him to find the words. He's curious to know how he tastes to Eric.

[onceaviking]

"You have a sort of - singed or burned note to you. Like - something electrical. Or -"

He licks his other hand.

[runningred]

"Burnt?" Jay raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. I wonder if that's the bomb that killed me."

[onceaviking]

"The bomb that killed you?" Eric asks slowly.

[runningred]

"We've fooled around half a dozen times. I don't think we've ever had a conversation that hasn't ended with your fangs in my throat, or somewhere else." He stretches a little, sighing with the soreness of having been well used. "Not that I'm complaining. I just realised you have no idea who I am. I guess it don't matter, seeing it doesn't seem to affect my blood. Just leaves me tasting burnt." It's not a complaint or a cry for pity, more an amused revelation. "Do you want to know?"

[onceaviking]

"You have been killed and yet you live. You bet I want to know."

[runningred]

"I died, four years ago. Beaten to within an inch of my life with a crow-bar by a monster called the Joker. He left me there, too broken to do anything but watch the seconds tick away on the bomb that took me the rest of the way.”

“I was dead for at least six months. It's all a bit hazy. Not sure what brought me back - some time ripple or reality distortion but I woke up inside my own coffin. By the time I got out I was damaged goods - half mad, half gone and completely broken.”

“A friend found me and dumped me in the Lazarus pit. It sends most people insane but seeing I was already there, it put me back together. Been working off my debt to her ever since. Well, up till a couple of nights before I met you.” He touches the deep scar on his shoulder, the one that was open and bleeding that night and caught Eric’s attention. “They were her way of saying my debt was paid.”

[onceaviking]

"Some friends you have," Eric mutters. "That must be it. The death and reawakening."

He is quiet. Then he says, "When we are made, we die. We are buried. Some don't make it. Some are driven insane. They are killed. We are too dangerous when we are uncontrolled."

There is another pause.

[runningred]

"I use friend in the loosest sense of the term. The enemy of my enemy and all that."

He listens just as quietly, watching Eric's face. Its a rare thing - to meet someone else who knows what it's like to fight your way free of the grave. "If things had gone differently, I suspect someone would have done the same to me."

[onceaviking]

"But a Maker is obligated to take care of his offspring," Eric says. "We are not alone."

If things were done right.

It's hard to read the expression on his face.

[runningred]

"Must be nice." Jay says quietly and honestly, "To have someone waiting. To have a reason to keep digging upwards. To know there'll be someone there with help you up. Especially someone you want to see, someone you love." He knows how Eric feels about Godric and can't help but wonder would it would have been like if he'd know Bruce was waiting for him.

[onceaviking]

"Don't think you know what it is like," Eric says, somewhat sharply. "And don't call it love."

Don't use words I don't understand

Lots of things may have changed, but jeans or no, Eric still doesn't enjoy being introspective.

[runningred]

"No, you're right. I don't know what it's like." No-one was waiting for Jay. No-one knew or cared.

He nods to the bathroom door. "I know it's not as grand as what you're use to but help yourself to a shower if you want one." It's not meant as a dismal but he know Eric won't be interested in chatting now he's pissed off.

[onceaviking]

Eric heads into the bathroom without a word.

After a long while, you can hear him singing. The kind of song that's good when you're rowing. In old Swedish.
The bad mood seems to be over.

When he returns, naked with wet hair, his first comment is, "You should come see it. Can you do that here?"

[runningred]

"Come see what? Your shower?"

"I'm pretty sure I can come to your world if you open the door." He grins playfully, looking Eric over. "But how would I know I'd be safe. After all, your rules are different to the Bar's."

[onceaviking]

Eric rolls his eyes. "No, not my shower, idiot. I don't bring humans into my home. Fangtasia."

Tread carefully, Jay. There is a chance he came up with the name himself.

"I would have to pretend not to know you. And I'd be working. And I wouldn't kill you. I hold a - what to call it.... an office with some authority behind it. I can't go around killing people. Generally speaking. "