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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[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.

[runningred]

Yeah, because Jay has a choice? Boneless, sticky and bleeding. Jay clings to the desk to stay upright before giving up and sliding to the floor in a heap with a somewhat pained gulp. "Ouch."

He manages to smiles up at Pam. "Hi?"

[onceaviking]

She looks at Jay. Then she looks at the table. Then she says, "At least he had the sense to move the tax forms this time. Would you mind not dripping on the floor?"

Another once over.
"As I said, nothing left for me. "

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and reaches for his shirt to hold over the bite on his shoulder. "Can't be wasting that, now can we?" Even half drained, he's still joke. Resilient.

He shrugs. "Sorry, maybe next time. Hey, I meant to say and I'm sure you've got it covered but the local boys at the table 10 o'clock from the stage: the one in the grey cowboy boots is carrying something in his front right pocket. I'm gunna guess it's something he's not meant to have in here."

[onceaviking]

"I wasn't talking about your blood," Pam purrs. Not unlike Eric.

As he warns her, she raises an eyebrow. "Pretty and perceptive. What ever will they think of next? I had better go say hi then. Word of advice, don't ask Eric about his phone call."

And with that she's gone.

Eric is still in the next room, talking in a low but insistent tone.

[runningred]

"Oops, my bad!" He grins at that purr and makes a quick job of cleaning up. This tee-shirt is going to have some fun smells for the vampires in the bar.

"Just use to watching the edge." He smiles and gives her another bowing nod. "Thanks for the head's up."

He stays sitting on the floor, seems easier for now.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks back into the room and hurls the phone against the far wall with so much force that it practically explodes.
"Fucking cunt,"he snarls before turning his attention to Jay. And the missing Pam.

"Where's Pam?" he asks as he bends down to lick briefly at Jay's shoulder.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head to give Eric better access to his slowly bleeding neck without reacting to the phone or the expletives. "She stepped back into the bar to deal with something."

With his shoulder now healed he pulls himself up to his feet, if a little unsteadily. "Do you want me out?"

[onceaviking]

Eric steps closer, looking down at him, face inscrutable.
"No," he says. And then he dips his head and kisses Jay on the lips.

It's a brief kiss. Almost platonic.

[runningred]

The kiss is sweet in it's own way and makes Jay smile. "Then do you mind if I collapse into a chair? This whole standing up thing is massively overrated." Not that he's holding himself up by will alone or anything.

[onceaviking]

"No, do that," Eric says, absentmindedly. "I have to talk to Pam."

He turns to leave. And then he turns back to Jay.
"You okay? "
The whole having to sit down thing is new.

[runningred]

"Thanks." He sits with a soft hiss, entertainingly sore.

He looks up at Eric with a soft laugh and a fond smile. "I'm fine. Just a little low on juice. It might have been a century for you but by my count you've feed on me four times in two days. Even with the blood boost, that take it out of a guy. Give me a few minutes and I'll be good."

[onceaviking]

Eric hesitates - then he bites down on his own thumb and runs it across Jay's lips.
Then he heads back into the bar, leaving Jay in the chair.

[runningred]

Jay opens his mouth to the touch licking quickly before Eric vanishes out the door. He licks his lips clean and gives the healing blood a moment to settle in. Somehow it's a little different here. Stronger, the buzz of healing coming quicker. Maybe being in Eric's home world rather than Milliways changes the way the blood works.

For the moment Jay's content to sit curled up in one of Eric's chairs, feeling his blood replenish itself far faster than normal. Hell, maybe Pam will be able to have a go after all. Either way, he stays put for now, not wanting to get in the way of whatever's happening.

[onceaviking]

The door opens and Eric reenters, shutting it behind him.

"Pam says you were being clever," he says, before dropping down in a chair opposite Jay.

[runningred]

Jay shrugs, he was just as happy for Pam to take the credit. "Just observant. The guy kept touching his pocket. People only do that when they're carrying something they're afraid to lose or afraid to get caught with. That group struck me as trouble at the door."

He smiles to Eric, his eyes a little hazy with the blood. "So what was he carrying? I would have put money on s switch-knife."