OOM: Fangtasia

[onceaviking]

They made it through the door unseen and Eric handed Jay a slip of paper before practically pushing him out of the staff entrance door.

There was half an hour till opening time but a line had already formed outside the windowless, black painted building. Goths and punks and quite a few locals as well. The latter were especially rowdy, gathering their courage and riling each other up.

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[onceaviking]

The offer seems to confuse her, but she accepts it none the less, smearing her makeup as she dries her eyes.

"Thanks. What a bunch of idiots."

It's said in a very low voice though, so she's not a complete fool.

Her clothes are cheap and too tight and while there can be no doubt that she's been going for sexy, the end result is mostly sad.

The group close to the throne seems to have forgotten about her. Their attention is captivated by a conversation between Eric and another vampire. A none too friendly conversation by the look of things.

[runningred]

"I'm not so sure about that. I think it's just a matter of picking your approach with care." Jay answers consolatory and gentle. "Don't let it get to you. It just wasn't meant to be."

Jay watches the stage out of the corner of his eye, feeling things shifting fast. "Would you like me to walk you to your car? You look like you could do with a bath and an early night."

[onceaviking]

She's about to answer when all he'll suddenly breaks loose .

Whatever the vampire has been saying it definitely hasn't pleased Eric. Judging from the way he is roaring, "Are you questioning my authority?" into the other vampires face.
And the way he then hurls him across the dance floor and into a table that crashes to the ground, drinks spilling everywhere.

The music is still blaring from the sound system but nobody is moving as Eric walks over to the other vampire (male, 50ish, burly) who's gathering himself up from the floor.

"Do you?"
Decidedly menacing.

The vampire wisely enough mumbles, "No Sheriff," and Eric stalks back to his throne.
Fangs out, body tense.

He's scary.

[runningred]

Jay's first reaction is to lift the girl and move her bodily out of the way of harm as the foolish vamp hits the floor. Old habits die very hard and protect civilians is kinda ground into Jay's muscle memory. He presses her against the wall as he watches the scene play out.

Seeing Eric scary as hell like that shouldn't be a turn on but we already know Jay's messed up like that. He watches Eric for a long moment, his eyes bright with interest before he turns back to the girl. "I really think you should go home now." He's less worries about the rednecks, After than display of power, only a complete moron would cause trouble for the bar.

[onceaviking]

The girl seems to be in agreement, as she hurries toward the door white as a sheet.

Pam slinks across the dance floor, briefly pausing to say, "Now chickens. No need to be shy. After all, isn't that what you came for?"

She continues over to Eric and crosses her arms. "Do you think you could try to not break shit?" she asks. He doesn't answer.

She continues, "And what's with the scruffy boy?"

"He's not a boy, " Eric replies to which her answer is," Well, you can't expect me to be able to tell their age. "

She pauses and then asks," Want me to fetch you a calming drink? " As in Jay.

" What I want, "Eric replies,"is for Sophie Ann to sanction that assholes true death."

"I don't see that happening," Pam retorts. "But you going off with someone would be good for business. Give them a little hope."

Eric sighs. And nods.

And Pam turns on her heel and walks straight toward Jay.

[runningred]

Jay sees Pam coming as he walks the girl to the door. He gives Pam a quick nod and the girl a gently push. "Go straight to your car and straight home. You'll be fine."

He turns back to Pam, giving her his full attention and another almost bow nod.

[onceaviking]

"Your presence is required," Pam says. "Do try not to piss him off. This dress was not meant for cleaning."

She gives Jay a once over and a small smile. "I'd ask him if I could join in, but some of us have got to work. '

She walks ahead of him, hips swinging.

They are being watched by humans and vampires alike.

Intently.

[runningred]

"I'm more resistant than I look." Jay answers before being unceremoniously presented.

He goes down on one knee and bows his head, more to make a show of it to the crowd than anything else but his expression is as warm as ever. "Hello Eric. So, at your feet with my wrist out or would you prefer to partake somewhere quieter?" To all the world he sounds complicit and domicile but his eyes are smiling.

[onceaviking]

"Here," Eric says, voice low and ominous.

"Give me your wrist. "

It's not exactly legal. But it's great for business. Long Shadow makes sure no one takes any photos and the human authorities are none the wiser.

And it serves to underscore who the head vampire in the room is.

[runningred]

"Exhibitionist." Jay mumbles, only just loud enough for Eric to hear and settles kneeling with his head resting against Eric's thigh as he offerers up his wrist. The wrist that still has two little ridges of scar tissue from the last time Eric bit him there. Given the amount of scars Jay has, only someone who knew would notice.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes Jay's wrist.

Everybody is looking at them.

The DJ changes the music to something dark and pulsating, but nobody is dancing. They're all staring at the throne.

Eric looks around the room and bares his fangs.
Then he bites down.

All the vampires in the room bares their fangs and hiss. It briefly drowns out the music, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Eric looks around the room again, his teeth still buried in Jay's wrist, but since all the vampires are keeping their distance, he continues feeding. One hand supporting Jay's wrist, the other cupping the back of his skull.

[runningred]

And at no point did Jay say he wasn't an exhibitionist either. He has a sense of the very public dominance game being played in which he's just a pawn but a pawn happy to play his part. He moans softly but clear enough to carry as the music add to the rhythm of his heart.

Oh fuck, that feels good. He knows he has every eye in the room on his wrist and Eric's mouth but he keeps his eyes on Eric. He lets his head fall back into Eric's hold, letting Eric have utter control of how this plays out. As if he didn't already. His breathing goes heavy, just letting himself enjoy the moment.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks deeply and then he licks Jay's wrist. Slowly.
"I think,"he murmurs, "that we had better relocate to my office."

He lifts Jay to his feet as he gets up himself and settles one large hand at the base of Jay's neck. "Straight ahead and then to the left," he says to Jay and then, to Pam, "Hold my calls."

She rolls her eyes at him.

Everyone is staring at Jay now.
The humans envious, or nervous, or horny.
The vampires hungrily.

[runningred]

Oh good because Jay needs the help finding his feet after that little show. He moves obediently, his eyes lowered but it'll be clear to everyone watching that he's hard as hell right now.

He follows direction and knows well enough to hold his tongue till they're well inside Eric's office and even then he waits till Eric breaks the silence.

[onceaviking]

"I think," Eric says, stepping really close to Jay. "That I am going to bend you over my desk. And take you within an inch of too much. In every way."

[runningred]

Jay lets out a soft, slightly relieved laugh. This is at least the Eric he knows. "I like the sound of that far too much." He tosses his jacket aside and braces, expecting Eric to throw him any second now.

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches over and moves a stack of paper out of the way. Then he unzips his pants and grabs hold of Jay, turning him over and pressing him against the dark, heavy desk.

He reaches around Jay and starts unfastening his pants. He's gotten better at modern clothes.

"You liked it out there, didn't you? Being on display? "

His fingers are cold and hard.

[runningred]

Jay puts his hands out to catch himself as he'd pressed down, moaning openly now it's just them. "Oh hell yes. There wasn't a man, woman or vampire in that room who didn't ache just from watching you, from watching you use me. You had all of them completely under your spell and I was the one with their face against your thigh as you did it."

He shifts his hips, shaking his jeans down. "Who won't love being on display like that?"

[onceaviking]

"They want you, Jay. And they want to be you, offering themselves up to me," Eric murmurs. "They all want me to see them. Drink from them. Fuck them."

[runningred]

Jay laughs a little shakily, pressing back against Eric. "Every vampire in that room will want to know what makes me interesting enough to pick."

"And every human will want to know too." And all they'll get from him is a smile. That's if he's strong enough to walk about out there after Eric's done with him.

[onceaviking]

Eric's pressing against him now, insistent, cold and hard.
He reaches up and brushes Jay's hair away from the side of his face.

"They are so desperate to be where you are , all the little human boys and girls, "Eric whispers." So eager. What are you Jay? "

[runningred]

Jay turns his head into the touch, enjoying it even if he knows there's no affection to it.

He laughs again, playful and a little lost. "A shameless, scruffy masochist who enjoys being used and flirting with death." He arches against Eric like a cat. "Without delusion or expectations or the need for glamours to make me see what I want to see."

[onceaviking]

"And that," Eric says, turning Jay's head to the side a little, "is the reason you are here instead of them."

And then he penetrates Jay, hard cock, hard fangs, his fingers digging into his shoulder and his hip.