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]

"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..."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles.

"Satisfied?" he murmurs, as he slowly pulls out and runs a hand down Jay's chest and belly.

His fangs are still down, so he is careful as he licks his lips.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and leans up to kiss the tip of one fang very carefully. "Wish I could say the same for you."

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs slightly.
"I'd like for you to be able to work tomorrow," he says and it's not quite clear which desire he couldn't sate due to that particular circumstance.

He toes off his shoes and pushes his jeans down and off before stretching out on the bed next to Jay.

[runningred]

"I promised I'd get the job done and I keep promises like that." Jay purrs, more than happy to stretch out next to him, not touching unless Eric wants to.

He sighs and enjoys the afterglow. "So, have you taken the night off or am I keeping you from work?"

[onceaviking]

"Both," Eric says with a sigh. "I was going to take the night off, but things are progressing fairly rapidly, so I might have to head in. I told Pam I was going to call her --" he looks at his watch. " in half an hour or so."

[runningred]

Jay stretches and yawns, feeling happily lethargic. "Stay as long as you want, but I understand if you need to go. Business has got to come first." After all, what they have isn't meant to be romantic, as much as Jay worries he'd like it to be.

[onceaviking]

"I'll call her I'm a bit and see what she says," Eric replies carelessly and closes his eyes.

His face is still and beautiful. And bloodspattered.

[runningred]

Jay watches him with a warm smile. It's a pity Eric wants nothing from him but blood and work. He leans over with care and brushes his thumb gently over Eric's cheek, wiping away some of the blood. Fuck, he's stunning.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks like he might be about to say something - and then his phone rings.

He gives a long suffering sigh and rolls over to fish it from the pocket of his jeans. They're still on the floor.
Affording Jay with a perfect view of his ass.

"Yes? Oh, for fuck's sake Pam, can't you just - "
He sounds increasingly annoyed. Then she apparently interrupts and he listens, jaw clenched.

" Fine. Tell her I've been dining out and just need to help with the dishes. Then I'll be right there, "he says. And then he adds something in Swedish, in a softer tone of voice, before putting his phone down.

" Gotta go. Conference call. "

He looks at Jay.
"You okay?"

[runningred]

Jay can't help but laugh at the idea of Eric doing dishes, muffling it in the pillows.

He smiles warmly to Eric when he gets off the phone. "I'm good. Just don't forget to clean up before you go. You're kinda a mess." He gets up and stretches, enjoying the pleasant soreness in his muscles. "I'll be at your place in the morning to get going again. Leave me a message if you need anything."

He chuckles again. "I'd say say hi to Pam for me but I can imagine her snare if you did."