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]

"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. "

[runningred]

"Your club? Yeah, I'd like to see that." Jay smiles genuinely, lounging a bit on the bed. "So I'd have to pretend I wasn't your personal snack?" Teasing a little? "A long time ago you did threaten offer introduce me to Pam." He seems to like the idea very much.

[onceaviking]

"I generally don't mingle," he says. "And Pam would likely notice you on her own. She is very perceptive. She would, however, glamour you afterwards, so it would be a somewhat limited experience."

[runningred]

"Ah, so you just sit and be admired." Jay grins warmly. "Yeah, I can see that!"

"So if Pam does find me, am I allowed to tell her I know you? And what's the deal with being glamoured?"

[onceaviking]

"I'll tell her if the need arises. And glamouring is - hypnosis? I can make you forget things. Want things. Do things."

[runningred]

"I'd rather you did tell her. You already know don't need to be hypnotised to want or do and I'd rather not be made to do anything I won't happily enjoy." He's liking the idea of this less now.

[onceaviking]

"If I tell her not to, she cannot go against my wishes, Jay," Eric says.
"But if I tell her, you are mine, she will either defer or, if she thinks I want her to, take you no matter whether she wants to or not . She will do anything to please me."

And he would rather, she picked for herself.

[runningred]

"I don't suppose there's any way to ask her not to fuck with my brain without putting a neon sign over my head that says 'pet', is there?" He muses to himself. "I guess all I can do is roll the dice and see what happens."

"Well, Eric Northman I would love to see your club. But possibly not tonight without some serious sleep or a pick-me-up. 'Fraid I'm a bit used up at the moment for clubbing."

[onceaviking]

"Not really, no," Eric says. "And I could probably -"

He is cautios when it comes to letting people drink from him. It breeds dependence.

But it will probably be okay. Just this once.

Hesitant.

[runningred]

This would technically be the second time seeing Eric got him high off his blood two days/a hundred years ago but Jay's never had much of an addictive personality.

Jay watches Eric's face, waiting for him to make the call on his own.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a snap decision and lets his fangs drop. He bites down on his tongue and kisses Jay , both because he figures that it will be well received and because it ensures that the quantity is smaller than if he bit his wrist.

It was almost. Opening time when he came here. They ought to return to the hall leading down to his office. Jay will be able to slip out through the staff entrance and come in when the doors open.

That ought to work.

[runningred]

Jay moans softly into the kiss, tasting blood. He lives kissing Eric, not just for the high bit for the feeling of that marble lips every so slightly warmer than normal against his. "Thanks." He lets himself fall back to the bed, letting the feeling warm him like a fifth of good scotch, leaving him feeling stronger and more aware than he did before Eric feed off him.

"Nice." He sighs, smiling slowly. "Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and dressed?"

{ooc: shall we move this to a new thread for Jay's adventures in Eric's bar?}

[onceaviking]

(OOC: let me just move that bit that was supposed to go in another window. Argh.
Edit: No. Wait. It wasn't the wrong bit. Clearly, I need more coffee)