The Following Day

[onceaviking]

Eric's house is quiet and cool when Jay arrives the next morning.

There's a note on the counter and an envelope. The note reads,

Jay ,
A couple of things will acquire my attention tonight, so come to Fangtasia after 10 tonight.
I will get you home then.

If you do not get done this time, we will have to talk about finishing the job later.

Eric

His handwriting is quite neat and precise. He learned writing late in life . Or death as it were.

The envelope contains a handful of hundred dollar bills. For necessities it says on the outside in a different hand, elegant and feathery.
Pam.

It looks like it will be a very hot day. It's likely a good thing that the A/C is cranked up inside.

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[runningred]

"You're also exhausted and running on empty judging by how cold you are." He reaches up to cup the back of Eric's head. arching a little against the cold press of his lips. "I've got nothing planned for tomorrow but sleep. Take what you need."

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, soft sound and bites down. Hard.

His arms go around Jay, tightening a little. Holding him.

He drinks, quietly except for the wet sounds his lips and tongue make.

[runningred]

Jay moans sharply as Eric's fangs break the skin but he too quietens after that, just breathing deeply and enjoying the feeling.

He holds Eric, his arms wrapped around that beautiful, marble cold body, just letting him take what he needs. After all, what are friends for?

[onceaviking]

After a while he stops drinking, and bites his own tongue to lick the wounds and let them close.

Gently.

Slowly.

[runningred]

Jay sighs and shivers as he feels the skin knit and heal over. "Better?" He asks softly, his arms still around Eric's waist.

[onceaviking]

"Mmm," Eric murmurs.
"We should get you home. Anything else I need to know? "

[runningred]

Jay steps back and as subtly as possible, adjusts himself. Hard not to get hard from being bitting anymore. "I'm sure you got all my instructions about the security system. If anything plays up, let me know and I'll come fix it but it shouldn't need servicing for at least a year.

"There was something but I'm not sure it's of use to you. Someone I spoke to mentioned that the young man accused of the murders was taking vampire blood as a drug at the time. And that he may have been getting it from a supplier in this town." It's paraphrasing but in part he doesn't want to endanger the wild cook he met tonight.

[onceaviking]

Eric holds up his keys. "I got it. Very nice Ægirshjelm."
When Jay continues, he snarls, fangs suddenly down again.

It's not his sort of playful, sexy snarl.
"Fuckers. They'll live to regret it."

[runningred]

"I'm glad you like it. I figured it suited you."

Jay's breath catches a touch as Eric snarls. Whether from fear or lust is anyone's guess. Hell, even Jay doesn't know. "Sorry to add to your workload but I figured you should know."

He steps back to grab his bag and leave the keys to the pick-up on Eric's desk. "You better send me back, I'm sure you have work to do. I'll get out of your hair."

[onceaviking]

Eric slings his arm across Jay's shoulders and walks him to the door.

"Let's get you home," he agrees. "Hopefully, everything will be dealt with soon and I will see you in Milliways."

He opens the door for Jay.

[runningred]

Jay pauses at the doorway. "Stay safe, hey." He says with genuine affection and concern. "I'll see you when I see you."

[onceaviking]

"You will," Eric agrees.
"And thank you. You've Ben very helpful."

[runningred]

"What are friends for?" He risks, stealing a kiss before stepping through the door and vanishing into the Milliways.