The Remington Suite Hotel and Spa

[onceaviking]

The Remington Hotel and Spa is a large, white building with a vague neoclassical air. It looks quietly elegant. And expensive.

Inside, the reception area is quite big, done up in dark wood paneling and scattered with small glass cafe tables and delicate ironwork-like chairs. Green plants dot the tables as well as the desk. Real plants with real dirt.

A man is seated in a corner reading a newspaper and a family is headed out of the door, likely on their way to a restaurant.

The receptionist is young, pretty and professionally bubbly, greeting Jay enthusiastically as he approaches the reception desk.

"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"
She's blond and according to her name tag, her name is Marie Anne.

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[onceaviking]

"I've been reading up on it," Eric says. " and getting informations through - other channels. It's not one of us, that much is certain.so right my main concern is that it's creating a rather hostile environment."

He takes a sip from the bottle.

[runningred]

"I was thinking of driving over there to check it out." Jay muses. "No-one in town knows me. I might be able to pick up something a local would miss." Unfortunately, now that he's got the idea in his head, he's keen to see what he can find out.

[onceaviking]

"That might not be a bad idea," Eric replies. "On the other hand, I doubt you could get anything useful from the locals. They're not exactly sharp, at least not the Sheriff's Department."

He takes another sip.

"And I have found some irregularities in my accounts. So someone is doing something they ought not do. I will have to look into that as well."

Eric is, despite people ideas about the opposite, quite on top of things.

[runningred]

"Give me a sec to nip back to the Bar and internet connection and I should be get you anything they have on file. Not sure how computer suave the cops are around here." Jay shrugs. "But I can start by chatting to some locals, see what I turn up."

He raises an eyebrow to Eric. "Trouble at the club?"

[onceaviking]

"As long as they don't get suspicious I have no objections," Eric replies.

"Trouble for whomever is trying to get creative with my money, " Eric says with a rather unpleasant smile.

[runningred]

"Like I told the school girls - the company books the jobs, I just do the work." He flips out a Willis Todd landscaping business card with the patter of a pro and his most disarming smile. "I was utterly surprised to hear the house belonged to a vampire. We specialise in landscape makeovers while people are on vacation. I didn't even know anyone was home."

He might be honest with most people at Milliways but he's an accomplished and easy liar.

He drops the act and finishes off his beer. "I'd offer you help but it sounds like the sort of trouble you and Pam don't need me for."

[onceaviking]

Eric' laughs at Jay's pretense.
"Very good. You should give classes."

As for the rest - "I am sure you would rather not get involved in that side of my business, Jay." The bloody and violent side. He knows that Jay is no stranger to blood d violence, but Eric has a feeling he might not approve of his on methods.

[runningred]

"Hell no." Jay chuckles. "I don't want anyone to know my tricks."

He shrugs and drops his eyes. Jay is well aware of his issues with his own gift for violence. "You're right. I don't belong to this world and it's your club." He flashes Eric a quick smile. "Besides, Pam would hate me even more if I got in the way of her fun."

[onceaviking]

"Unless you got inventive. She might appreciate that," Eric purrs.

[runningred]

"I don't do torture." Jay says softly. "Unless there's kids involved. And then I tend to be very, very inventive."

[onceaviking]

"Children doesn't really do anything for Pam, " Eric says offhandedly, turning the bottle over in his hands.

[runningred]

"I'm sure she has rage triggers of her own." Jay finishes off his meal and pushed the plate away. "People breathing near her for a start."

He wipes his mouth and smiles. "So, shall we get back to the hotel? I'm sure you must hungry too."

[onceaviking]

"She does," Eric agrees, without elaborating.
"And that, Jay, is an excellent idea. If you go ahead, I'll pay here and meet you upstairs . I prefer going by the window, and not the door."

[runningred]

Jay can't help but laugh, toying with the jump line in the inside of his belt. "You and me both but I'm trying to act like a normal person for once."

He thanks the waitress and leaves Eric to sort out the bill. It's an effort to walk normally back to the hotel, not to rush or hurry. As if he isn't already half hard with anticipation.

Once up in his room, he unlocks the window and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

[onceaviking]

There's a gentle tap on the window.

Eric is outside, floating in the darkness. Pale against the evening sky.
It looks as if he is standing on air, his hands folded in front of him.

[runningred]

"Grappling hook and a jump line and I could never make it look that good." Jay laughs, pushes the window open. "Do you need an invitation? You paid for the room after all."

[onceaviking]

"I did," Eric agrees, "but it's in your name. So yes, I do need an invitation."

[runningred]

"Eric Northman." Jay purrs, taking off his shirt extra slowly and arching his neck as he slides his hands down to his belt. "Won't you please, please," he eases down his fly, naked underneath as he pushes his jeans off his hips, teasing the scars on his inner thigh. "Come in."

[onceaviking]

And the. Eric is flush against him, the clunky zipper on his leather jacket pressing into Jay's warm skin.

"And here I am," he says, in a low tone, as he begins to Ali Jay backward, towards the bed.

[runningred]

The sound that comes from Jay is somewhere between a purr and a groan. He backs up as Eric advances on him, stopping as the bed bumps against the back of his calves. "And here you are."

Jay leans back a touch, braced against the bed as he unzips Eric's jacket. "Can you still smell me?"

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric says almost softly, as he lets his eyes drift shut. Focusing on picking up scents.

"I can smell soap and oil on your skin. Toothpaste - and your salvia.I can smell your hair and your sweat. Your arousal."
That word is purred, deep and low.

"I can smell the chalk of your bones. I smell your sinews and your flesh. I smell your blood."

His fangs come down and it's not entirely on purpose.

[runningred]

That should be half as arousing as it is but Jay moans. He gave up worrying about how fucked up he is a while back.

He wraps an arm around Eric's waist and pushes up onto his toes to kiss Eric's neck, then the side of his cheek, then his ear. "You know what you want, and you know what I want." He turns his head aside, offering up his throat.

[onceaviking]

And Eric bites down, hard, pulling Jay close as he does so.

Despite the bottle of blood, his lips are cold.

One of his hands end up in Jay's hair, pulling his head even further to the side, leaving a wide expanse of neck free and open.
He pulls his mouth away, wet and slick with blood already, and bites down again.

He'll drink shallowly though. He wants Jay to be able to work tomorrow. And he is loathe to feed him blood here. On principle.

[runningred]

Aware of the fact this has become a kink for him, Jay rubs himself against Eric, unable to keep from moaning every time Eric's fangs break his skin.

It's so easy to let it wash over him, to give in and Eric take his weight as his heart races to the feeling of being drunk from.

[onceaviking]

Eric takes half a step back and pushes Jay down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

Growling.

It's not really a playful growl.