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ariadnemThis was my first and for now, last attempt at writing fanfiction for the Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris.
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tb_kink which I anonymously posted as a response to the request (I think that's the way it was done...can't remember the rules now). Not betaed, not read by anyone around me or anyone whatsoever for that matter. All mistakes, typos and so on, are nobody's but mine.
Sure, he’d come to visit unannounced and he was sure Eric was mad about it, yet, he hadn’t been able to prevent it. If he remembered Eric well−and he did−Pam and him must’ve prepared something for that night. After all, it was “show-off” night and boy did he know how those two enjoyed it.
Godric knew he could force Eric to do what he wanted of him, yet he wasn’t going to. He wasn’t going to let him know how jealous he was of that situation either. That Pam and Eric walked around almost naked wasn’t a surprise for anybody who knew them; that they were going to do it just to tease the human both of them were so fond of, made him jealous. After all, Eric had never done anything of the like for him.
Godric walked the few steps that separated him from the dance floor at Fangtasia and let out an unnecessary puff of air. There they were in all their glory. Pam was wearing her usual outfit: a corset which only covered her abdomen and a very tiny thong, stockings and the highest heels he’d ever seen. Eric on the contrary, was wearing nothing but the Thor pendant he’d given him back in the day, when they roamed the world together, and some sort of Viking-like boots. Of course, he was sitting on his throne and nobody got to see much of him.
The older vampire grunted and walked towards the bar acknowledging Pam’s and Eric’s eyes on him. He laughed to himself, it was their exhibitionist night and they should be enjoying it. Hell, he even had to admit he’d enjoyed getting Eric...undressed for the event.
He ordered a True Blood which he didn’t drink and sat, his elbows supporting his weight against the wooden bar, while he stood there, in between the stools waiting for the night to continue. Nothing uneventful, just yet. The audience were mostly vampires who were wearing close to nothing, and still Eric wasn’t standing yet. Good, he said to himself, that’d serve them right.
Godric looked at his shoes and before he could even do something, Eric was next to him. His child was sniffing his hair and he closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the big Viking.
“You haven’t touched your drink just yet.” Eric said.
“Not yet.” Godric replied, looking him in the eye.
He expected more conversation, more of the closeness between them, but Eric moved quicker this time, now heading towards the door. Both Pam and him were now walking to the door while they both screamed “Sookie” and he rolled his eyes. Eric in all his nakedness was offering his arm to the human and he was sure his own face matched the blush on the Sookie girl.
Pam grinned at him and showed him some fang, which made him growl a little. Both were beyond gorgeous in their so called outfits. He wanted them both, just like in the old days, when they’d laid together, the three of them; when show-off night was only for him and his pleasure only. He hurried the True Blood down his throat and walked out of the bar. He was mad, he was angry. Eric was his, though he wouldn’t use his power to call forth his Child and torture him.
Another growl and Godric went back into the bar. Who said it couldn’t be like in the old good days, anyways.
October 19, 2thousand9
It's a prompt for
tb_kink which I anonymously posted as a response to the request (I think that's the way it was done...can't remember the rules now). Not betaed, not read by anyone around me or anyone whatsoever for that matter. All mistakes, typos and so on, are nobody's but mine.Sure, he’d come to visit unannounced and he was sure Eric was mad about it, yet, he hadn’t been able to prevent it. If he remembered Eric well−and he did−Pam and him must’ve prepared something for that night. After all, it was “show-off” night and boy did he know how those two enjoyed it.
Godric knew he could force Eric to do what he wanted of him, yet he wasn’t going to. He wasn’t going to let him know how jealous he was of that situation either. That Pam and Eric walked around almost naked wasn’t a surprise for anybody who knew them; that they were going to do it just to tease the human both of them were so fond of, made him jealous. After all, Eric had never done anything of the like for him.
Godric walked the few steps that separated him from the dance floor at Fangtasia and let out an unnecessary puff of air. There they were in all their glory. Pam was wearing her usual outfit: a corset which only covered her abdomen and a very tiny thong, stockings and the highest heels he’d ever seen. Eric on the contrary, was wearing nothing but the Thor pendant he’d given him back in the day, when they roamed the world together, and some sort of Viking-like boots. Of course, he was sitting on his throne and nobody got to see much of him.
The older vampire grunted and walked towards the bar acknowledging Pam’s and Eric’s eyes on him. He laughed to himself, it was their exhibitionist night and they should be enjoying it. Hell, he even had to admit he’d enjoyed getting Eric...undressed for the event.
He ordered a True Blood which he didn’t drink and sat, his elbows supporting his weight against the wooden bar, while he stood there, in between the stools waiting for the night to continue. Nothing uneventful, just yet. The audience were mostly vampires who were wearing close to nothing, and still Eric wasn’t standing yet. Good, he said to himself, that’d serve them right.
Godric looked at his shoes and before he could even do something, Eric was next to him. His child was sniffing his hair and he closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the big Viking.
“You haven’t touched your drink just yet.” Eric said.
“Not yet.” Godric replied, looking him in the eye.
He expected more conversation, more of the closeness between them, but Eric moved quicker this time, now heading towards the door. Both Pam and him were now walking to the door while they both screamed “Sookie” and he rolled his eyes. Eric in all his nakedness was offering his arm to the human and he was sure his own face matched the blush on the Sookie girl.
Pam grinned at him and showed him some fang, which made him growl a little. Both were beyond gorgeous in their so called outfits. He wanted them both, just like in the old days, when they’d laid together, the three of them; when show-off night was only for him and his pleasure only. He hurried the True Blood down his throat and walked out of the bar. He was mad, he was angry. Eric was his, though he wouldn’t use his power to call forth his Child and torture him.
Another growl and Godric went back into the bar. Who said it couldn’t be like in the old good days, anyways.
October 19, 2thousand9
