Looking out for a friend...

[runningred]

Jay steps out onto the veranda, letting to cool night air embrace him. "So," He asks, not looking back over his shoulder to see if Eric's following. "What are you in the mood for?"

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[onceaviking]

Eric steps up next to him.
"Down by the trees?" he suggests.

His face is cold and still.
He won't think about what he has to do to keep Edginton's trust. Won't think about how he doesn't know how to accomplish what he wants. How to make sure the fallout from the death of The Magister doesn't hit him. Or Pam.

This might be the best thing to do.

His large, cold hand, settles on Jay's shoulder.

[runningred]

Jay nods and leans into the touch a little, wandering down to the trees. There are a few spots between the trees that he's fond of. The clearing where he trains mostly - it's quiet, secure and protected from most sightlines.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves around him, vampire fast.
And then he takes hold of Jay's face. With his huge, cold hands.

Looking down at him.

[runningred]

Jay leans back against a tree, looking up at Eric. His eyes stormy blue but clear, unflinching. There's desire there and not enough fear but there's no delusion. Jay knows what he's offering and what he's risking by doing so but it's a calculated risk.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in and runs his cold lips down the side of Jay's neck. Then he leans back and lets his fangs down.

He is being very quiet. But when his hands start roaming across Jay's body, they seem sure enough.

[runningred]

Jay's breathing and heart speed up but he keeps quiet. He rests his hands on Eric's hips, moving with his touch. His desire spike, flooding his scent.

[onceaviking]

Eric slowly walks him back a few steps, till Jay is flush against a tree. And then he presses close, bending his head to bite him just where his neck meets his shoulder.
Tangling his fingers in Jay's hair.

[runningred]

Jay sighs, letting the feeling of being bitten fill him. The blood spilling into Eric's mouth, his heart beating fast, pushing it to him faster. He tilts his head back, moaning as Eric pulls his hair.

Gods, he loves this. Loves being handled, overpowered, desired.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks deeply, closing his eyes and tilting his head that he can get even closer. His lips moving as his mouth pulls on Jay.

He is making small sounds now. Little moans. Almost whimpers. Wet sounds as he swallows.

[runningred]

Jay returns the little sounds with a groan, pressing himself against Eric's body. He's hard as hell but he's not begging, not fighting; he's just enjoying the feeling of this.

[onceaviking]

Eric slides his hands down Jay's sides - and then they are suddenly on the ground, Jay on his back, Eric on top of him.
Heavy.
Face wet with blood.
Growling.

[runningred]

Jay moans, spreading his legs. He wants out of his clothes, he wants Eric inside him - fangs and cock and all.

He reaches up to smudge the blood on Eric's lips before turning his head to one side, the unbitten side.

[onceaviking]

Eric bites down, slower this time. Drawing out the actual breaking of Jay's skin, pressing one leg between his.

Giving him something to rub against.

[runningred]

Jay's cry is soft and broken as he arches up against Eric's muscular thigh. He can almost feel his skin flex and break at the point of Eric's fangs. "Ple-" He catches himself on the point of begging, his breathing short and his heart panting.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his lips along Jay's jawline.
"Say it," he whispers.

[runningred]

"You-" He swallows, "you want me to beg?" He will. Oh god, he will.

[onceaviking]

"Yes."

It's a harsh whisper.

He is tired of pretending to be meek and eager and smitten with Russell Fucking Edgington.

[runningred]

That sound goes right to the base of his spine, making him shake. "Please Eric! Fuck me. Bite me. Please, please?"

The pleading words hurt me fall off his tongue, breathlessly soft, as if he doesn't mean to say them aloud.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls and reaches down to tear off Jay's pants.
The zipper may not be salvageable.

He digs his fingers into his hips and penetrates him, all the while growling in his ear. Low and menacing.

And he sounds like he means it.

[runningred]

And doesn't that just go straight to the broken bits of Jay's brain. He damn near comes just at the sound of Eric's growl, let alone the feeling of Eric taking him. He whimpers, moans, begs again. All he can do is beg.

[onceaviking]

And if he is begging to be fucked and bitten, he is getting what he wants.

Eric is aggressive. And yet the fingers splayed at the side of Jay's face stay gentle.
It's a struggle, but he needs to remind himself.
That this is Jay.

[runningred]

It is Jay. Which also means he can take a bit of rough handling. And love every second of it. He moans and bucks under Eric, as much as he can given how solidly Eric has him pinned.

[onceaviking]

Eric drags his mouth away from the wounds on Jay's neck and runs it along his jawline, leaving a thick, sticky trail of blood.

And he increases the pace of his hips.

Then he bites down on his tongue and covers Jay's kilos with his own.

[runningred]

Jay shakes all over, his body convulsing as he comes abruptly and without warning. Not that he wants Eric to stop.

Gods, the weight of him is perfect and almost painful, pushing the air out of his lungs.

[onceaviking]

Eric presses his tongue between Jay's lips. And keeps moving, but just for a stroke or two. Then he pulls out and away.

[runningred]

Jay sucks at the blood on Eric's tongue, letting it soak into him. He whimpers as Eric pulls out, not wanting him to stop.

[onceaviking]

Eric ignores him as he moves away and pushes his hair out of his face before doing up his pants with a small wince.
He hasn't come.

It's not important, but it does make zipping his pants a little cumbersome.

[runningred]

"Eric." Jay calls softly. He doesn't need to be loud, he knows Eric can hear him. He's on his knees, his back against the tree. His posture and swollen lips are an offer.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't turn around.
"No," he says. His voice is soft, but his posture is rigid. Tense.

[runningred]

Jay nods and sits back down on the grass. "What do you need?" He knows Eric's still a mess and the blood has him healing and ready to go again. "Need me to run? I could do with the work out."

[onceaviking]

"I had a little sister," Eric says, his back still turned.
"Her name was Þorgerðr. When the wolves came, they likely killed her first. And it was my fault."

He turns and looks at Jay.

"Don't say anything about this. Ever. To anyone."

Protected by Thor. Never put your trust in gods. All they'll do is abandon you after pissing in your face.

[runningred]

Jay shakes his head. "I won't. You have my word." And he means it.

"And the stuff that's been going on with you has something to do with her murder?"

[onceaviking]

"That's the debt, I can now settle," he says, looking away.
"Now that Pam is free."

Because he had needed Edgington for that.

[runningred]

"You know who did it? And you're going to take them down." He gets up slowly, using his belt to do up his town jeans as best he can.

[onceaviking]

He looks up at Jay.
"Yes. I needed him, but now -"

He will suffer. And he will die,

[runningred]

"Now you're free to end him. Good." As far as Jay's concerned, that's how it should be. People like that need to be punished.

[onceaviking]

"Yes."
He looks away again.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't push him further, just tries to straighten himself up. "Well, when you destroy the man who murdered your sister, we'll celebrate."

[onceaviking]

He hasn't really said this out loud before.
To Aethalstan, he'd insisted that he would walk away victorious.

But now, with his face turned away, he says, "He's a 3,000 year old vampire. I may not be around to celebrate anything once he is gone."
And then he gets up, abruptly, and starts walking away. Into the darkness.

[runningred]

"Eric. If there's any edge you need, just tell me." Jay says.

And then gives up and chases after him. "Eric, I know I'm human but if I can help, I want to. You don't have to go into this fight alone."

[onceaviking]

"Yes, I do," Eric says.
"And we are not going to talk about this any more."

He's half of a mind to glamour Jay, rules be damned.
He's not even sure why he told him.

Execpet that he needed to tell someone.

[runningred]

Jay stops where he is at the rebuke, sighing with frustration. "Fine. Just... watch your back, okay."

He turns to walk away, teeth gritted. Most nights he can deal with it but tonight Eric's coldness is pissing him off.

[onceaviking]

"We won't because I can't ."

It's a snarl. And the next is said so softly, it is hardly audible.
"I keep seeing her face."

[runningred]

Jay stops and drops his eyes, counting back from ten to clear his head. "Eric, I've built faith around the idea that vengeance will bring to peace. I don't know if it will be true for me but I hope it's true for you. I really do."

[onceaviking]

This time, Eric actually looks him in the eye. And nods.
And then he is gone, disappeared into the air.

[runningred]

Jay lets himself fall against a tree and sigh. "Fuck, I wish I didn't like him so much." He mutters to himself, banging his head against the wood over and over. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

He pulls himself together (and hitches his busted jeans again) and heads back to the bar.