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And Eric bites him.
Hard.

Grabbing hold of his neck with one large, cold hand, his fingers hiding his sternum. Holding him still, nothing more. But the strength is there. To crush. To kill.

He drinks, the wet sounds loud and almost obscene.

Jay swears softly, muttering harsh profanities under his breath as Eric drinks from him. He leans into the iron grasp, feeing his skin and bone compress against Eric's hand. His heart beats fast and frantic, his scent rough with adrenalin and arousal. It scares him how hot this gets him.

Eric turns Jay's head a little, to reveal even more skin to bite.
He pulls his mouth away briefly, only to bite again.

Growling a little. Breathing to do so. His breath is as cool as the rest of him.

Jay slides his feet apart a little, widening his stance in an effort to stay upright at Eric feeds. The growl goes straight to his hindbrain, triggering his fight and flight reflex, neither of which he stands a chance of with right now so he shivers and moans instead.

When Eric pulls away again, his face is dripping wet with Jay's startlingly red blood.

He licks his lips and lets go of Jay, only to grab hold of his right wrist and lifting it to his mouth.

Jay stumbles at the shock of it, catching his weight on his left hand as Eric grabs his right. There are still fang scars there from the night after Eric fed on the fairy and got messed up. Hidden between all the other scars but there.

He stays facing the bench, letting Eric twist or push him wherever he wants. The dominance is something he craves right now, however dangerous he knows it is.

The human wrist is fragile. Even more so when clutched by a vampire's hand, bitten into by a vampire's fangs.

Eric's whole attention is focused on where his mouth meets Jay's skin, his eyes half-closed. His eyelashes are very dark against his while cheekbones.

The pain of the bite and Eric's grip on his wrist makes Jay swear under his breath but he holds his place.

He feels himself start to waver with blood-loss. A fleeting thought passes through his mind; wondering if Eric planned to kill him this time. Maybe this time... His head falls forward, coming down on his elbow heavily on the bench.

Eric slows and stops, his lips staying pressed close to Jay's skin, in an almost kiss.

Jay doesn't speak, just breathes, hard. His heart beats softly and his head spins. The adrenalin of the fight has left him drained, even before Eric started feeding. He holds himself up on one elbow, just and he's shaking a little. He looks up slowly, his expression dark and rough.

Eric slowly opens his eyes. They're dark. Hungry.

He retracts his fangs and wipes his mouth, leaving bloody smears behind. Looking at Jay. Listening to him.

Jay holds his gaze for a long moment, looking into those icy eyes. He pants roughly, his breathing uneven. After a long moment he shifts forwards and kisses Eric hard. At least if Eric does stop him.

Eric doesn't stop him.
He holds still at first and then he kisses Jay back for once.

He's a good kisser. And despite the blood he's ingested, his lips and his tongue are cool.
He's the first to break the kiss as well, leaning back. And out of easy reach.

The kiss only leaves Jay even more breathless, staggering a little and having to catch himself on the bench to stay upright. He's really starting to feel the blood loss now, his head spinning.

"Are we going to have a repeat performance?" Eric asks him as he reaches over to steady him.

He could offer him blood. It's a little soon after last time, but as the effects seem to be very muted here, he is not too concerned.
He might offer him blood.

Jay shakes his head, staggers a little as it makes his head spin more. He rests a hand on Eric's hip for support. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He's not but he pulls himself together, raises his eyes to Eric's face. "I'm okay."

"You're a piss poor liar, Jay," Eric says.
He reaches over Jay and picks up a small, abandoned scrap of metal laying on the bench.

Then he reaches up and jams it into his own flesh, right beneath his ear.

He might as well get some enjoyment out of it as well.
He pulls the metal scrap out again, wincing a little, and drops it to the floor.
Then he pulls Jay close, practically into his lap.

"Just a little." Warningly.

Jay groans as he presses against Eric, clinging to him for support. He pushed up to press his lips to the wound. He licks at it, teasing his tongue over the cut to catch and taste Eric's blood.

As the cut closes and he feels the warmth of Eric's blood fill him, Jay kisses his way over the freshly closed skin, nibbling and kissing down Eric's neck.

"Feeling better?"Eric asks. He sounds vaguely amused.

Jay growls softly under his breath, still kissing Eric's neck. "You're a dangerous habit, Eric Northman. You make me want things I shouldn't want."

"Hmm?" Eric hums, tipping his head back a little.
"Such as?"

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"Blood, pain." Jay punctuates his words with kisses, all but pressing himself against Eric. "Domination, submission. Fear, death. You make me want to hurt for the thrill of it."

"And that is bad?"
It sounds pretty normal to him. Over the centuries, perception tends. To get a bit skewered.

"For me, yes." He growls again, scrapping his blunt human teeth against the skin of Eric's throat. "I should fantasise about you fuck me senseless and draining empty me at the height of ecstasy,"

Judging from the way, Eric suddenly tightens his hold on Jay and grinds up against him, He likes the sound of that.

And maybe he is liking the teeth against skin too, even if it doesn't hold the same thrill when the teeth in question are blunt.