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]

"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.

[runningred]

Jay yells, just for the joy of being loud and loving it. There's something fucking wonderful about being taken so completely, knowing he's going to hurt for days and smile every time he does.

The small part of his brain not currently enjoying being fucked senseless wonders how good Pam's hearing is. And how hungry Eric's display made everyone else. "Oh fuck yes!"

[onceaviking]

There are plenty of people who are listening in right now. Just as Eric wants them to.


And he makes sure Jay has a reason to be loud. Very loud.
Biting him again as he slows his pace down.
Way down.

[runningred]

"Oh fuck! Oh please, Eric! Don't! Need you. I need..." Jay trails off into a broken moan. And because Jay likes to play too, "Sheriff, please! I'm begging you!"

[onceaviking]

Maybe it works.
Maybe Eric just gets bored quickly.

Whatever the reason, Jay will find himself getting the funked mercilessly against the hard desk.

Mind your hip bones Jay.

[runningred]

And getting louder with every thrust, his fingers scratching at the surface of the table as Eric fucks him raw. And let's face it, he loves the bruises.

It isn't long before Jay is screaming with pleasure, making a mess of Eric's beautiful table as he gives in to it.

But you know Jay, he has no problem with Eric going for as long as he wants. As long as he doesn't expect Jay to do anything but lay there.

[onceaviking]

And Eric has no problem with that either it seems.

At least till there is a perfunctory knock at the door and Pam comes in.

"I said, " Eric snarls," that I was busy. "

" No, "Pam retorts blandly." You told me to hold your calls. So I am holding one. For Sophie Ann. "

Eric mutters an expletive and pulls out.
" Stay here, "a finger pointed at Jay.

" Don't eat him. "A finger pointed at Pam.

He picks up the phone and wanders into the small, adjacent room as he does up his pants.