#no interest in the squishy kissy stuff he just personally enjoys being bitten and extra enjoys it if the biter is dangerous

[sparky-is-spiders]

Heeeeey. So. I did promise weird JE biting stuff huh? Well never let it be said I don't deliver. I mean sometimes I don't but this time I did. Anyway its just weird bitey stuff idk. Set sometime nebulously S3.

Warnings:

Gore a tiny bit? Much more mild than canon in my opinion.

Jon thinks idly about Elias killing him (in a "really really really likes being bitten and wants Elias as close as possible" way but could also be read in a "wants to be dead" kind of way.)

Ok now. Fic under the cut <3

The door had barely swung shut before Elias was upon him. Delicate fingers worked at his shirt collar and warm breaths stroked the space beneath his ear. “Someone’s eager,” he said, but his voice was trembling already.

Elias responded with a light nip to his cheek. “That-that better not have left a mark.”

“So demanding,” Elias chided. He bit down harder, closer to the jugular. His hands were warm, wandering things that Jon could barely feel, although Elias was hardly being subtle with his touches. The place where teeth had so briefly met skin burned so much brighter by comparison. Jon bent his neck back further.

Elias didn’t bother wasting time. As soon as Jon’s shirt could be slid to the side, he struck. The bite was rough, painful, a hair shy of breaking the skin. The sheer pressure of it soothed some of that awful, gnawing hunger, the sting made Elias’ hands more real.

It moved, then. Blunted molars and sharp canines sinking into the softness of his throat. Marking all those vulnerable, helpless places. Warm, bright fear trickled down from his neck to his chest, until it was so bright and loud he could barely think for the sheer weight of it.

Elias’ arms were wrapped around him, Elias’ body was pressed so close that Jon thought there could not even be room for air between them. Elias’ hands were gripping his shoulders with bruising force. Elias’ teeth were at his neck. Elias’ teeth were digging in to the soft, tender flesh. Elias’ teeth were pressing down towards the bone.

Jon whined, arched into it. His throat was wet with saliva or blood or both and every breath came choked and trembling. It was so easy to get lost like this. The world became weightless and foggy and so far away. He thought about Leitner with his skull caved in, the brutal swing of the pipe, the force it would take for Elias to tear into his throat.

He thought he might want that, in these moments. Elias’s teeth pushing deep inside to touch the bone. Smooth, solid bone brushing so tenderly against bloodslick muscles. Probably didn’t have the teeth for it though. Not long enough. Daisy had. Normal, but glinting in a strange way. Echos of something sharper and longer behind them. An afterimage of a wolf’s fangs hiding in her mouth. His terror had reached for her knife when she placed it to his neck, had pulled it in to meet it. So-close not-at-all to teeth breaching flesh. Her teeth were made for shearing. Would cut through the softness so easily. Would-

There was a sudden absence, when Elias pulled back. Just enough for the loss to jolt him out of his head, although Jon could feel the words as Elias murmured them against his skin. “I would prefer your attentions not wander too far.”

“Wh-” His hands had found their way to Elias’ hair, at some point. Were trying to push his head in closer, have his teeth back where Jon needed them.

“Thinking about someone else? If I didn’t know any better, I might be insulted.”

“Oh fuck- fuck you.” a sharp burst of pressure just under his chin sent him shuddering. “That’s not-” a harder bite just below it.

“Not what this is, yes, I know.” Teeth by his jugular again, sinking in and then twisting. Jon moaned.

Several moments late, the implication set off sparks in his mind. “A-and stay out of my head.”

“Perhaps,” Elias punctuated this with a bite placed just over his collarbone. “you shouldn’t leave it so…” over the scar on his throat, and held for a long, long moment. “welcoming.” Glorious pressure-pain-pleasure in that soft space a few inches below his ear. “Open for any visitor who wants a peek.” Each word followed by Elias’ front teeth snapping closed in another place. “All your gory little fantasies on display for anyone who so much as glances at you.”

“I- what,” a bite on the side of his jaw. The heady pressure stunting the shame trying to bloom in his gut. “and you just can’t restrain yourself?”

A hum, then a nibble just over the left side. “I suppose one of us has to.” Understanding took a few seconds to spark, followed sluggishly by offense.

“Wh- fuck you, you-”

Hands against his chest, crushing him to the door, canines pressing towards the place where his windpipe was nestled. “Fuck, Elias!” The weight of them intensified, jaws crushing until the skin broke and warm, slick blood could trickle down.

The infuriating bastard drew back again. “I’m sorry, what was it you were saying?” Smug indulgence dripped from his mouth, mixed itself with Jon’s blood.

“Just-” Jon’s voice had gone low and breathy and achingly desperate. “Just shut up and bite me.”

Elias pressed the shape of his grin into Jon’s throat, and Jon knew that the mark of Elias’ pleasure with him would be visible on his skin for days.

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