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Father,Brother,Son.. What More?	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  The first rays of sunlight were just dipping below the cold winter horizon. Eric Northman could feel it, the ache in his body, the burn in his eyes and nose, like when he’d stay awake for days as a human. Human… That life was still so fresh in his mind. It’d only been a few months since he lay dying. He could still feel the heat from the fire, the scratchy wood on his exposed flesh. Then Godric came, his savior in a devil’s coat. Saved him from death, from misery, from ever feeling fear or pain again.
Eric took an unneeded breath and looked over at his maker. Godric was asleep, as he knew he should be, but there was too much going on in his mind. The young body was deathly still, bare shoulders and torso pale and cool. Eric reached out, running the tip of his finger over the brand on Godric’s shoulder. It looked painful, like it was still healing, almost, though Eric knew it had been healed for a thousand years at least. A thousand years, this young boy king walked the Earth. Godric was but a child, nothing remarkable, years younger than Eric in his human life, but he was an old man, a wise soul, more so than Eric ever felt he could be.
            The newly turned Viking traced the black tattoos striping Godric’s back, down his spine. He often wondered what these tattoos meant, but never had the nerve to bring it up to his maker. The boy didn’t seem to enjoy talking about his human life as Eric did, and usually shied away from any sort of conversation that may bring it up. Eric often wondered what had happened… How he’d been turned… Who he was before all of this.
            Godric shifted in his sleep, stirring. He rolled to his back, still sleeping, but now Eric could see his face in the dying embers of their fire. A fire, Eric insisted on keeping, despite their lack of need for one. A remnant of his human life, nothing more. Eric studied the sleeping face of his older, younger maker. Such a young face, pale and soft… Eric knew he couldn’t be over seventeen, at the very oldest. He reached out and ran his finger gently over the necklace tattoo that marked Godric’s pale shoulder and chest.
            Godric stirred again, then grimaced, grabbing Eric’s hand. His eyes shot open and fangs extended, and all remnants of youth bled away. Eyes that showed years darkened his features. He hissed at Eric, shocked at being woken up. Eric, not expecting it, jumped, his fangs extending, not from anger, but fear. He cowered back from Godric, embarrassed, and tucked his head down, trying desperately to shoo his pointed teeth away.
            The older vampire relaxed when he realized there was no danger, and smiled softly at Eric. “Do not be afraid, Eric.” He reached out and touched the Viking’s chin. “How long have you been awake, Childe? You’re bleeding…” He asked, concerned, as he wiped a streak of blood running from Eric’s ear. The new vampire looked up, finally willing his fangs away. “I couldn’t sleep.” He admitted. “Why didn’t you wake me?” Eric shook his head. “It isn’t right for me to deny you rest that you need because I cannot still a noisy mind… How can a mind that is dead be so full of life?” Godric smiled patiently. “Because death is not the end for us… It is a new beginning. Tell me what is concerning you. The sun is set, I can feel it, we can hunt soon… But confide in me first.” Godric sat up, crossing his legs and facing Eric, a gentle expression on his face.
            Eric sat up as well, chewing the inside of his lip. “It’s just random thoughts… They run so quickly through my head nowadays, they didn’t when I was alive… It’s like I have no way to stop them now.” He played with a frayed piece of his pants. “So many questions, about everything.”
“Answers come in time, Childe… But I may be able to help with some… I feel not all of the questions pertain to your life as a vampire.” Eric shook his head. He paused for a long moment, no sound in the cave from either being. Finally, he looked up.
            “Who are you, Godric?” He asked simply. Godric smiled. “A boy, a vampire. Just like you, Eric. Who else would I be?”
“You aren’t just like me. You’re so young.”
“I’m a thousand years old, Eric.”
“But you weren’t when you were turned. You were but a child, I can see it when you’re sleeping. How old were you? Who were you as a human? Your tattoos… That mark on your shoulder, it looks so painful, who would do that to someone such as yourself?” Godric silenced Eric by placing the tips of his fingers to his mouth. “What does my human life matter when we have an eternity as vampires? A new life ahead of us all? These dreams and ponderings will pass for you, Eric, you will soon forget your humanity, as I have mine… And these thoughts will no longer plague you.”
“Do you not remember your human life?”
“I cannot forget it… I just choose not to think about it.”
“But why?” Godric sighed, not impatiently. “Because my human life was not a happy one, Eric. My human life was full of pain, deception, cruelty.”
“But you are so gentle.”
“Not to humans. Not to those that caused me the pain as a human.” Eric stayed quiet, thinking about his words.
“I was sixteen when I was turned.” Godric finally said, his voice soft. Eric looked up. “How? Why would someone do this to a sixteen year old?” He motioned to his own body. “Do this? It was the best thing that happened to me. And this you speak of, saved your life, if I remember correctly.”
“I don’t mean it as a bad thing, I’m grateful, every day, I swear I am, Godric, but… You were a child. When I was sixteen I wanted nothing more than to play and chase girls and fight with my family… Why would you want to die? Were you already dying?”
“No… I was healthy, but unhappy. The life you speak of is a nice dream to me… Mine was not so simple.” Godric’s voice thickened as he spoke, and Eric straightened up. His maker was not one to show emotion easily, save for anger and patience, so this was new… And worrisome.
            Eric moved forward, onto his knees. He reached out for Godric, touching his shoulder. “My mother… She always insisted I talk about my feelings. I knew it wasn’t manly to do, and if father ever heard us, he would have had me whipped until I couldn’t sit down, even as an adult… But… Masculinity doesn’t seem to matter, when we are immortal. Perhaps… Talking… Would help you.” Godric laughed, scornful, and mean enough to make Eric wince.
            “Talking is for humans, Eric. We are killers. We don’t care about feelings. The sooner you learn that, the better.” He pushed Eric’s hand off his shoulder with a surprising amount of anger, and rose. He pulled on his tunic. “Come, we must feed. You not sleeping will have severely sapped your energy, if you don’t get it up, you’ll probably perish. Winters are hard to find food during. We need to take as much as we can now, and keep strong.” He spoke with his back to Eric.
            Eric stayed still, his hands on his knees, his head, slightly lowered. Godric was rarely impatient with him, and never angry. The outburst shocked Eric, and hurt him in a surprising way. He did care for feelings… It seemed often, that Godric forgot he was a human not too long ago, and things were still fresh for him. Eric furrowed his brow, feeling his eyes burning.
            Godric turned back. “Come on, Eric. Before the sun is too far gone and the humans are all in hiding.” Eric rose slowly at his maker’s command. He didn’t want to, but Godric was a constant pull, even without a formal command, Eric felt compelled to obey. He pulled his tunic on and kicked dirt over the embers of the fire. “Yes, Godric.” He replied slowly, turning to follow him.

            Their hunt went slowly, taking half the night to find a simple inhabited house. They finally struck gold however, finding a home with a woman and her teenaged daughter. They were easily glamored and drained by the light of their own home fire.
            Godric passed a wet cloth to Eric. “Clean yourself, we don’t want to risk anyone seeing us covered in blood.” Eric took the cloth silently; he’d been silent the entire time, save for glamouring the child. He cleaned his face and arms, and handed the cloth back. Godric scowled, but said nothing. “Come. Back to the cave. I’d like to work with you a little on your attack style.” Eric nodded silently and rose, opening the door. The snow hit him hard, a blizzard had started in the time they had eaten. Godric grumbled something about awful weather and stepped out.
            Back in the cave, Godric began to grab firewood to begin a fire for Eric. The younger vampire moved quickly, setting his hand over Godric’s. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not needed.” He said softly, moving to sit down on the fur that made their bed. “How can my attack be improved?” Godric scowled, setting the wood down. He crouched in front of Eric. “What’s the matter, Childe?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. I’ve been feeling woe come off of you in waves all evening. You cannot hide emotions from me, Eric, I am your maker.” Eric looked up at him. “I was a human just a few months ago, Godric. I understand that you have been dead for a thousand years, but I have only been dead a short time. I still feel. I still care. It takes effort for me to murder humans, even if I am starving. I know you say these emotions will fade, but they haven’t yet, and you don’t seem to care about that. The way you act with me can hurt sometimes.” Eric took in a breath, embarrassed at his outburst, and lowered his head. “I’m sorry. Things are just so confusing and I’m still trying to figure it all out.”
“Eric.” Godric said softly. He shifted to a sitting position, their knees touching. “Look at me, Childe.” Eric brought his gaze to meet Godric’s, who smiled. “You have such beautiful eyes…” He complimented, reaching up to stroke Eric’s cheek. “They show so much emotion… I do hope you never lose that. You are upset about my anger earlier.” Eric nodded weakly, feeling his nose burning. He blinked a few times, willing himself not to cry in front of his maker. “Why?”
“Why? Why do you have to ask that? I bared a piece of myself to you, Godric, my human self. I know that means nothing to you, but I… That means the world to me. Stories I tell you of my human life, that is all I have right now… You can’t realize what they mean to me.” Godric sighed and nodded. “I am sorry, Eric. I should have been more courteous. I’ve been alone for a thousand years… I forget what it’s like to converse with someone… To share things. Come.” He pulled Eric into a gentle hug.
The Viking let himself be hugged, and something snapped. He began to cry softly. “I’m bound to you through blood, Godric. I feel your pain as you do mine, you don’t hide it like you think you do…” He said into his chest. “You had a bad human life, I understand, but… If I am to be with you for eternity, I… I would like to know who you are, as you know who I am.” He confessed. Godric stroked his long hair gently, saying nothing for a long time.
“You will not be with me for eternity, Eric. I will release you someday, and you will be free to make your own children, or not… You are my progeny, and I am already so proud of you… So strong.” He pulled Eric back and wiped the red tears away. “If you wish me to share my humanity, I will do so… But you must not push me to it… My life was not simple, it was not fun, it was not enjoyable. It hurt, and it is still painful for me to speak of. I will tell you, but only if you will let me, at my own pace.” Eric nodded. “Of course… Of course, Godric.” He lowered his head into his maker’s lap as a sign of affection. Godric sighed and smiled. “Such a brave Viking. I am glad I chose you.” He said, stroking back his hair.
Godric began slowly, his words coming in broken pieces, chunks that didn’t quite fit at first glance. He was born of a medicine man, a shaman, as it were, and was born with the caul. Everyone in his tribe knew he was destined to be a great leader, a ruler of many tribes. He was raised as royalty in his tribe…
“But it changed the summer of my twelfth year.” Godric said sadly. Eric looked up at him, engrossed in his tale, and eager to hear more. “What do you mean?” He asked softly. Godric smiled, distantly. “It is painful… Let us break from my life, tell me something of yours. You speak so highly of your family.” Eric smiled, a little confused, then understood. Godric wanted to hear good things. He wanted Eric to remember goodness, always, even as a killer. Eric shut his eyes, silently thanking his brave maker.
“One summer,” he began, “I was just ten… The cows got free, the calves…” He told the story with vigor, sitting up from Godric’s lap and waving his hands as he embellished the story beautifully. Godric had to grin at his young progeny. So full of life, even in death.
Eric sighed when he’d finished his tale, smiling distantly. “It’s one of my favorite memories of my father, even though I got beat bloody with a willow branch.” Godric smiled, reaching out and touching the corner of Eric’s mouth. “I can tell… The way you tell it, the emotion on your face… It is a beautiful memory, Childe. Keep it, here…” He placed a cool hand to Eric’s chest. He sighed then and sat back, resting his back on the cold cave wall.
“When I was twelve years of age, there was a raid on my tribe’s village. Romans. They murdered most of us… Only a handful survived… I guess I was one of the lucky ones… My little sister was disemboweled in front of me, she was only five at the time… I watched as the jagged blade of the crusader tore her insides out… She begged me to save her, but I was frozen with fear… My father had already been killed… My mother was being raped.” Godric’s voice broke and he lowered his head, shaking it slightly.
            Eric moved forward and sat next to his maker. He carefully snaked a hand around Godric’s shoulders, pulling him close and resting his head on Godric’s shoulder, hugging him softly. “What was her name?”
“Hm?”
“Your sister. What was her name?” Godric smiled distantly. “Perri.”
“That’s beautiful… What did she look like?”
“She had black hair, down to her waist… All of the girls in the village were jealous of it. She’d make me brush it every day, I so wanted to cut it off.” He chuckled a little. “She loved nature… Such a little troublemaker.” Godric sniffled and Eric raised his head, smiling sadly. He wiped a tear from the vampire’s cheek. “She sounds beautiful… She is a memory you should hold dear.”
“How can I, when my final memory of her is her holding her own bloody insides?” Godric asked, more tears flowing. “Because you have good memories as well. My family was murdered in front of me, but I remember the good… Remember the good, Godric, and you will find peace, I’m sure.” He wiped more tears from his maker’s face. “I’ve never seen you cry.”
“I don’t do it often.” Eric squeezed him around the middle and put his head back on his shoulder. “Continue your story, if you want to.”
“I must, I’m afraid… Too far to stop now…” Godric took a shaky breath. “They saved me… I was young, and they knew my tattoos meant I was powerful. They strapped me to a black horse… I can still smell it… And rode with me, and a few others, to their city… It was there I met Domitius… It was he who branded me.”
“For what?” Godric paused for a long moment. “I was to be his…” He sighed. “There is no easy way to put this, Eric. I was to be his whore. His slave to use for whatever purpose he wished.”
            Eric sat up quickly, his face a mask of disgust. Godric looked away, ashamed. “I have offended you now… I am sorry.”
“No.” Eric whispered. “I’m not… How could he do that to a child?” Godric smiled scornfully. “I am beautiful, surely you have noticed.” Eric met his maker’s eyes, embarrassment shining in his own. Godric smiled. “Don’t be ashamed. I know of my beauty, and as a vampire it is only increased. I do not take it as an insult, but a compliment… Regardless, he enjoyed my beauty as well, and my talents.. Even as a child I was strong, he enjoyed my fight.” He stretched out his legs and ran his hands over them. “Light a fire, Eric, I wish for the warmth of it… And then come back to me… Your embrace has helped me more than I realized it would.” Eric nodded and set to the command, quickly and quietly. He couldn’t stop thinking about Godric’s words… Who could hurt a child in that way? A twelve year old, not even to manhood yet…
He pulled one of the furs over to them and wrapped himself and Godric in it, wrapping his arms around his maker tightly. Godric smiled softly, reaching up to set his hand over Eric’s. “Thank you, Childe…” He took a shaky breath. “I was in his household for four years. He used me regularly and constantly… He had other sexual slaves, but I was his favorite. I learned many tricks from him… Please do not ask me to describe the acts that he and I committed…” Eric shook his head. “Of course not.” Godric nodded. “I was always trying to escape… One night, during my sixteenth year, I managed to. He was drunk, and wanted me to perform oral sex… Of course I agreed, what other choice did I have as a slave? While I was working… He passed out… I managed to grab his knife from his bedside, and I stabbed him in the throat.”
“Good.” Eric whispered, his own voice tearful. He could hear the tears in Godric’s voice, threatening to come out, and his own were close.
            Godric chuckled. “Ah, yes, satisfying, but not good for a boy in my position. I’d killed the only man keeping me from death… So I ran in the dead of night… I ran and I ran… I don’t know how long… I met her that night… Ragna. My maker. She captured me easily… But something about me… To this day I don’t know what… Made her hesitate in killing me. She turned me, and taught me… For a hundred years, I traveled with her… Until she released me and… I haven’t seen her since.”
“Your maker was female?”
“Oh yes… A beautiful, blonde haired maiden… She was cruel, but perfect. She taught me everything that I am now teaching you… Except of course...” He smiled a little and shook his head. “Of course what?” Eric asked. Godric chuckled. “The new ways she taught me to sexually please as a vampire.” He said with a bit of a laugh. “Now you know my story… Are you satisfied?”
Eric sat up and looked at Godric. “I did not ask you to tell me to satisfy me, Sire. Yes, I was curious, but… I asked you to tell me because we care for each other, and we’re… Do you remember what you told me the night you turned me?”
“Of course. I offered you a proposition. Life, to join me in darkness.”
“You asked me to be your companion. To be my father, my brother, and my child.” Eric spoke softly. “I asked you to tell me the story because as your companion, and you as mine, it is what we do. You use the word, companion, you use terms of a family, but you are so far gone from your humanity that you forget what that means sometimes.”
“I do not.”
“You do to.” Eric snapped, surprised by his own emotions. “You think I agreed to let you turn me for life? No. I agreed for a companion. A friend. Something I haven’t had since my family was killed. I agreed because I want to see the world with someone. I chose you as much as you chose me, Godric.” He took Godric’s hands as he spoke, not thinking about it. “So, please, listen to me.” He looked down for a long moment.
            When Eric looked back up, he was crying. “Your life… Was terrible. The things they did to you, as a child… Before you even knew what manhood was, what it meant to have sex, it was destroyed for you. They killed your family, I know that pain. And I am so, so sorry. I understand why you hate humans. I understand why you don’t want to talk about your life. But, I am so glad that you shared that with me.”
            The boy vampire stayed silent, watching his progeny cry for a life that was not his own. “You are crying for me.” He finally whispered, freeing a hand to wipe Eric’s cheek. The young vampire smiled sadly and set his hand over Godric’s. “It is what a friend would do. You are my maker, and I have so much love for you… It pains me to hear your life… Of course I will cry for it.” Godric leaned forward then and placed a kiss to Eric’s forehead. “Thank you.” He whispered. He took the man’s face in his hands, placing their foreheads together as he looked into his eyes. “Thank you for that. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to see someone else hurt for me.” Eric wrapped his hands gently around Godric’s small wrists, nodding. “I will hurt for you, as you hurt for me.”
            The two sat like that for a long time, not moving, statues as they shared their emotions. Godric began to cry, silently, feeling so much for the first time in at least six hundred years. He had made the right choice in progeny… He knew it now. This strong Viking was going to make him proud until the day he met the True Death.
            Godric’s body relaxed a little against Eric’s before he shifted forward, closing the gap between their mouths. He pressed a chaste kiss to Eric’s mouth. Eric gasped, moving backwards with a start. He placed his hand to his mouth. Godric chuckled, embarrassed. “My apologies… I… Well… I apologize… I should have asked.”
“Why did you kiss me?” Eric asked, his hand still over his mouth. Godric shrugged. “Because I find you attractive… I’m sure you have noticed that your sexual appetite has increased since your turn… Yet you have not acted on it… Why?” Eric shrugged. “I… I really do not know. I guess, it is not really a pertinent thought in my brain, I’m more worried about living forever and eating people.” Godric laughed heartily, a true laugh. “Pertinent worries, but, sexual needs are also important… Have you ever been with a man, Eric?”
“No! Not that…” Eric chewed his lip, not sure how to answer. “It was seen as weak where I am from.”
“You are no longer a part of that world. You are a vampire, Eric, we do not follow the laws and traditions of man.”
“So, you lie with men? Even with what happened to you?” Godric nodded. “What happened to me as a child was against my will. What I choose to do with a man or woman is my choice and theirs. So, yes, I have had sex with men, and it is quite pleasurable. But I will not push. It is your choice, but know that if you wish to take pleasure with me, I will be more than willing.” Godric offered a warm smile and rose, stripping off his tunic and walking to the firewood. He added a few logs to the fire and grabbed the fur they used as a blanket, stretching out on the other. “Sun will be up soon, Childe. I must insist that you sleep today.” He rolled to his side, away from Eric, and pulled the fur up under his arm.
            Eric sat at the edge of the fire a moment longer, unable to fathom the fact that he was actually considering his maker’s proposal. He’d been curious, as a teen, how it would feel to lie with a man, but, of course had never acted on it. He looked over at his maker. Much to his surprise, his body began to stir with little rumbles of arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, growling under his breath for his body’s ultimate betrayal.
Stripping off his tunic, he wiggled under the fur with Godric. He inhaled the boy’s unique scent and closed his eyes, feeling his fangs drop. Godric chuckled. “I can smell you, Eric.” He said, his voice muffled by his arm. “What do you mean?” Eric asked, muffling his own voice in the fur to attempt and hide his fangs. Godric rolled to face him, smiling. “I can smell your lust… As I’m sure you can smell mine.” He reached out and lifted Eric’s chin, his smile growing. “And, we have another tell, I’m afraid.” He ran his thumb over Eric’s fang, pricking the soft flesh on the tip and running a line of blood over Eric’s pouty bottom lip. The young vampire followed the finger with his tongue before moving forward, pulling Godric’s thumb into his mouth. He sucked gently at the blood, his own body warmed from the inside. Godric grunted in approval. “Come closer.” He whispered. “Do not be afraid of what I will do… You are in control.” Eric moved closer to Godric, looking at him with confused eyes. Godric smiled. He pulled his thumb free and set his hand on Eric’s hip, pulling him closer yet.
Both jaws dropped when their hips collided, arousal apparent with both men. Godric kneed Eric’s legs apart and pushed his leg in, nudging his progeny’s arousal with his thigh. Eric grunted, closing his eyes, and Godric laughed. “You are so in need of release…” He whispered, bringing his head down to kiss over Eric’s shoulder.
“I… I am not sure about this…”
“If you tell me to stop, I will.” Godric said against his shoulder, fangs brushing his cool skin. “Don’t stop. Not yet.” Eric breathed, his fingers digging into Godric’s back as the older vampire kneaded his arousal with his thigh. “The sun will be up soon…” Eric whimpered. “Please… This is torture.”
“And it will be worse if I rush it.” Godric reminded him. “Seeing as you died a virgin.”

“I am not a virgin.” Eric said, a little offended. Godric laughed and reached around to Eric’s ass, squeezing. “Ah, but you are… For all intents and purposes that we will have.” Eric swallowed hard, understanding. “You intend to…”
“If you wish.” Eric shook his head. “Not yet, I am not ready for that…”
“I understand. Then allow me to please you in another way.” Godric pushed the fur off them and straddled Eric’s hips with an inhuman speed. He looked down at him, his fangs glinting in the firelight. Eric looked down, seeing his own need pressing at the seams of his pants. “Those look uncomfortable…” He breathed. He reached down, unhooking the string tying them and loosening it. Godric moved back, allowing his pants to be slipped over his hips. His erection rose, freed now, resting on his belly, pale as his other flesh. Eric licked his lips, unable to take his eyes from it.
            “Do you enjoy the view?” Godric teased, and Eric chuckled. “I feel like I would be blushing, if I was capable of doing so.” He said softly, meeting Godric’s gaze. “You are so young… I feel like this is wrong…”
“I am ages older than you, Eric… The age I died at is no concern of mine. I can show you more pleasure than any woman you’ve ever been with.” He moved quickly, undoing Eric’s pants and pushing them down, tossing them with his tunic. He removed his own, rendering them both nude. Before Eric could protest, Godric grasped his erection, giving a healthy squeeze. The younger vampire jumped, arching his back. “Oh…” He breathed, looking down at Godric in surprise. His maker gave a half smirk, his long canine jutting out and giving him a playful, childish expression. “See? I have only just touched you and you are positively throbbing in my grip.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Eric’s weeping tip, earning another jump from his young progeny.
            Eric couldn’t pull his gaze away from his maker, barely touching his manhood but sending so many waves of pleasure through his body. He felt so alive. Godric’s mouth opened and his tongue slid out, tracing the veins running along the underside of Eric’s shaft before circling the tip and taking it into his mouth. Eric felt his maker’s fangs retract carefully, and smiled gratefully. His gratitude was soon pushed back however, when Godric began to suckle and nibble his erection from root to tip, with a graceful, slow pace Eric had never felt before. He reached down, gripping Godric’s hair as he let his head fall back, a moan pulled from his mouth as Godric swallowed around him.
            Godric worked Eric’s cock in ways he had never experienced, as promised. His fingers were buried in Godric’s shaggy black hair, his hips pumping helplessly into his maker’s mouth as he panted his name over and over. Godric rolled his eyes up, meeting Eric’s needy gaze. He smiled around his erection, pride in his own gaze, before he swallowed the Viking’s throbbing shaft down his throat again, and allowed his tongue to move over the rest. Eric grabbed Godric’s head tighter, crying his name, helplessly.
Godric stilled his motions and relaxed his jaw, giving Eric the reign he wanted. The younger vampire pumped himself into his maker’s mouth, his gaze locked with Godric’s. He gasped in an unneeded breath and released into the welcoming mouth with a cry. Godric swallowed easily, groaning at the taste of his beautiful progeny.
He released his softening shaft with a pop and kissed the tip. He crawled, catlike, to Eric’s face and caught his mouth in a delicate kiss, lowering himself to the side of Eric. He set his hand on Eric’s side, pulling his hips towards his groin. He began to thrust against Eric’s hip as he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip over Eric’s fangs.
The blonde whimpered, reaching down between them. He gripped Godric’s shaft and began to squeeze. He pulled Godric back up, making him straddle his hips once more. Eric dove back into the kiss, loving the taste of his young maker. He began to pump Godric’s shaft in his strong fist, using the precum as lubricant. Godric moaned contentedly into his mouth, thrusting his hips in time to Eric’s movements. His body tensed and he gave a happy mewl, releasing onto Eric’s heaving chest.
He pulled back, licking his lips. Eric smiled sheepishly, releasing his maker’s softening cock. Godric smiled, nodding in approval. He leaned down and carefully licked Eric’s flesh clean, moving back up and allowing a bit of his own semen to run into Eric’s mouth. The younger vampire smiled into the strange kiss, tasting the fluid. He swallowed and grabbed Godric’s neck, slipping his tongue past his teeth to steal more of the sticky fluid. He pulled back and grinned. “I apologize…”
“For?”
“You just tasted so good…” Godric smiled and nodded. “As do you, no need to apologize. I should thank you… It has been a very long time since I’ve felt another’s hand giving me that kind of pleasure.” He moved off of Eric and laid beside him, resting his head on his chest. Eric wrapped his arm around Godric and pulled the fur over them. “I don’t think I’ll have trouble sleeping.” He said softly, already drifting. Godric laughed. “Perhaps this should become a nightly ritual then… You seemed to have found the off switch for your brain.” He kissed Eric’s chest and allowed sleep to take him as well.
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