OOM: And now in black leather.

[runningred]

{{From here}}

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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[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)

[runningred]

{ooc: sends you internet coffee. Sorry I can't be much help. Playing from my phone on public transport.}

[onceaviking]

{ooc: should you need visuals trueblood.wikia.com/wiki/Fangtasia }

[runningred]

{ooc: thank you. Home now so I should be a lot faster on the tags.}

[onceaviking]

Eric gets dressed and waits for Jay to get ready. And then they slip through the door