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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[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.

[runningred]

Jay lets himself fall, wrapping his arms around Eric and arching against him. He laughs and looks into Eric's beautiful eyes, smiling hazily. "You are such a tease." Playful growl or not, he licks a stripe of blood off Eric's chin before kissing him, the taste of his lips.

[onceaviking]

He allows the kiss, even nipping Jay's lips a little with his front teeth before biting down on the other side of Jay's neck. Grinding down. It would be so easy to drink his fill. So easy. He tears his mouth away and reaches down between them, unzipping his fly. Blood dripping down on Jay's chest.

[runningred]

The heat of his own blood almost seems to burn after the cold of Eric's chest. He spreads his knees, giving Eric room and encouraging him to take more.

With something dangerously akin to a death wish, Jay want Eric to drink his fill and fuck him senseless, the overpower him completely but the merest thread of self-preservation stops him from begging. Instead he moans and spreads himself open and ready.

[onceaviking]

And Eric takes him, biting down again as he penetrates him, hard and relentlessly.

For all of Longshadows shortcomings, his opinion that humans who seek out vampires seek death probably isn't too far off.

He growls wetly in Jay's ear as he fucks him. Hungrily.

[runningred]

Yeah, but we all know Jay's a fucked up mess. If he really thought about what it was he gets from this arrangement with Eric, or what he was looking for, he'd freak. Or everyone else would.

But for now he ignores all such thoughts and drowns himself in the hedonistic rush of being used. His words come out as a babbling of Yes, Fuck and Eric!

It doesn't take long, (by Eric's standards anyway) before Jay clenches and gasps, riding a high that threatens to break over him. He yells Eric's name as he falls, shaking and rough.

[onceaviking]

And Eric stops moving his hips and dips his head to lick gently at Jay's broken skin. Up the side of his neck. His cheekbone. His lips.

Catching every last drop of blood.

He is heavy on top of Jay. Still partially dressed. One hand still tangled in Jay's hair.

[runningred]

Jay's eyes flutter and he smiles, panting softly through the come-down. Eric's attention may not really be affection but in Jay's post-orgasmic bliss, it's close enough.

He brings a lazy hand up to stroke Eric's back though the jacket, humming warmly as Eric's weight holds him firmly down. "Wow..."