"THE FOURTH NIGHT"
TITLE: "THE FOURTH NIGHT"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (Thank you so much, J!!!! I very much appreciate your help! *hugs*)
SWEDISH TRANSLATIONS BY: The awesome zaipixie
GENRE: What-if; TB 204.
PAIRING Eric Northman and Lafayette Reynolds.
TIMELINE: 2 years post-end of S1; TB 101 timeline.
WORD COUNT: 2884 words.
WARNING: NC-17 for explicit sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: True Blood is HBO's property. My pieces are all for fun.
SYNOPSIS: Lafayette's fourth night of being a vamp and Eric had neglected him...
A/N: Written to fill a request in tb_kink. I don't get it though, do I have to be anon too to reply???? Coz I totally just went in there and told people yeah I'm writing them what they want haha
I hope you guys will like this one... My heart still belongs to Brian and Justin, especially Brian coz, really, he's the real bad ass, but I like playing in TB.
More B/J fic coming soon!
This ficlet also written for my table in 50_darkfics; Prompt #95: Need.
Again, enjoy! Feedback is loved!
"THE FOURTH NIGHT"
By Doppelganger
Eric thought he was ready for it.
More earnings for the business he had told himself after about a million hours of thinking, re-thinking and finally coming up with decisions that led to his-well, position at the moment.
He tried to again remind himself of the same reasoning as he pulled his head back inside his office after peeking into the bar.
He walked to his chair as the growing noise in the bar seeped through the walls of his office and rang in his ears. He sat down and closed his eyes as his more than a millennium old senses sorted through the whispering, screaming and yelling. He only listened to what he wanted to hear- then like specks of gold in piles of mud the chosen murmurings came through.
He listened to his new vampire’s silent words of complaint.
He fought a smile and concentrated.
Fuck this shit! Everybody grabbing my shit! I’m so hungry! But I gotta work. Gotta fucking work.
Eric opened his eyes and thought of what had occurred weeks ago…
That was when he first met his new vampire.
He smelled the dark man’s fear-shaking fear--that came from the very depth of the man’s soul.
But underlying that fear was the man’s hate towards him.
He was not bothered; he’d seen it all, experienced it all. He’d been through much hate and he’d learned to live with it as traces of it also lay within him… But that is another story to tell…
He’d learned that hate goes side by side with fear.
And every mortal that hated him and his kind, each one of them actually feared them more than anything.
And his then prisoner was no different and he was disgusted with the man; not, he decided because the man was mortal but because the man was a suspect.
A person who had done his kind-- Vampires-- wrong.
After interrogating his suspect who had proven he was anything but a model prisoner after attempting an escape, he wasn’t really sure what he would do to him.
Not until he heard the man’s Plan C.
“Make me a vampire,” the man asked of him.
He was--baffled.
Amazed.
Interesting…
Was the mortal playing a game?
He was surely gambling.
To what? Save his life from death?
Oh, bitter death…
He is death.
The man did not know what he was asking for nor did he understand the capacity or the depth of his request.
He sat straight in his seat as he pondered the very day he was turned vampire… Old memories flooded his mind.
Old memories that he held onto that night such as not to turn his suspect into one; instead, he decided to throw the man back down in the basement after feeding on him.
He was tempted. Very much tempted to make the man like him--be with him.
A follower, a student. The man’s promise of obedience not only aroused his curiosity…
This particular human was intriguing, he’d decided as he watched him lie down on the couch, bleeding from his right leg. The man was wounded and yet still had the courage, the ability to flirt and seduce.
Yes, he will be a good follower, he told himself that night.
But no, he also told himself, Carrying what it is I have within me is not an escape. Not an alternative.
The only way he would turn his prisoner was if his prisoner wanted it.
If he truly desired to be under him.
His thoughts were interrupted when a menacing voice swam through his consciousness.
“So fucking hungry. His neck… I just want to bite his neck. I know he wants to be bitten. I know he does. Yes, fucking grab me. Give me your fucking hand, that’s right-your hand, motherfucker! Closer-”
He did not waste any time…
**********
With the blink of an eye, Eric stood in front of Lafayette and the latter’s possible meal. Eric held Lafayette by the wrist, “No.” He whispered to his new vampire but the intensity of the word echoed throughout the bar, momentarily interrupting everybody’s respective activities.
Pam watched from the distance, her eyes rolled as she realized what just happened.
Her master ran to the pet.
How romantic, she thought to herself, despising the sight before her.
Eric turned to the mortal, frozen-terrified by Lafayette’s feet, “You…”
The human sank lower on the floor.
“I‘ve far more important things to do than throw you, hopefully, in one piece out of this club. Now, I suggest you walk away quietly, never to return.” Eric turned to everybody in the club, his hand still firmly grasped the half-naked Lafayette by the wrist.
“Such action shall not be tolerated on these premises; that goes for each and every one of you, mortal and vampire. You do not put your hands on the employees,” Eric looked down at the man on the floor once again. “Never put your hand on the employees.”
“Yes, yes- I’m terribly--”
Before the man completely soaked himself in his own urine, Eric had already guided Lafayette into the office.
**********
Eric shoved Lafayette into the wall as soon as the office door was loudly shut behind them.
“That was a very bad move, Lafayette,” Eric’s hands rested on the wall on either side of Lafayette’s head. “Very bad move.”
“I’m fucking hungry, man. What do you want me to do? He was right in front of me and was willing to be bitten!”
Eric didn’t reply and watched his new vampire’s mouth move. Eric remained calm but he felt his insides awakening.
“This is so fucking hard…” Lafayette swallowed and crossed his arms on his naked chest; his palms repeatedly rubbed his muscled shoulders as if to assure himself things will be okay. But he was so fucking hungry!
“Du visste från början att det inte skulle bli lätt,” Eric whispered in his native tongue; his words bathed Lafayette’s distorted face.
**********
Confused but determined to be heard, Lafayette spoke, “You are my maker; tell me what I should do?” Lafayette did not understand what was going on with him. He was a man of control, of precision. He always managed to pull through whenever he was given a shitty situation to work with. He was independent, always worked alone… Then Eric came one night and took him.
He was hidden, interrogated. Mentally he suffered, thinking that death was upon him making him physically ill. On his first days down in the basement he was tortured in so many ways without his captors ever laying hands on him.
This team who held him prisoner knew how to work.
Efficient.
Terrifying.
Deadly.
At that moment while he sat scared out of his fucking brains in the darkness of his prison, he promised himself that if he ever survived his ordeal, he would leave everything behind and start anew.
Sookie then came to his rescue; he was released.
No more illegal businesses and bullshit. No more dealings with the fucking vampires; but his plans changed the night Eric appeared outside his window.
Eric terrified him in so many ways no man could imagine. The vampire was not just powerful but confident.
And it scared him that although he knew this man could tear up his limbs by using his bare hands which he had witnessed first hand, he was curiously drawn to Eric. Striking blond hair, deep blue eyes-- and Eric’s voice, commanding not demanding.
It’s as if his words, when uttered automatically, expected response.
No time to think-- do as he says.
He admired strong individuals and has a lot of them in his life but nothing compared to Eric Northman.
He had never met any man--human or vampire-- like him before…
He trembled at just the thought of the blond vampire. But when his proposition of being Eric’s vampire was re-visited that same night Eric stood outside his window, he couldn’t resist.
It was a well-known fact that drinking Eric’s blood would save his wounded, infected leg but as well as that he desperately wanted to put his lips on Eric’s wrist…
Fear.
Curiosity.
Fear.
Attraction.
Fear.
All rolled into one big, pulsing desire to be close to the vampire…
When Eric turned him it was a difficult experience. After waking up from the grave he found Eric waiting for him but Eric immediately left.
He, as he liked to refer to it, was passed on to Pam who had never liked him since the very beginning.
Tonight was his fourth night as a vampire and the very first time he was spending the entire night with Eric--his maker.
**********
“You left me with Pam who doesn’t like me one bit--”
“She is quite attached to me,” Eric said; Lafayette thought he saw a smile on the side of his maker‘s mouth.
“That didn’t really fucking help me. Three days you were gone, I-- I didn’t know where you were…”
“It’s none of your business. And it was business. Official business,” Eric replied coolly.
“Well, next time you decide to go on one of your ‘official business trips‘ again, maybe leave me something more than your catalogue-dressing right hand because I had nothing. I fed once and that was it. I was by my fucking self most of the time-- didn’t know what to do…” Lafayette felt confused because he was feeling more than abandonment. “I was fucking alone--”
**********
Eric didn’t reply and just let his eyes wander over Lafayette’s face as if seeing the man for the first time.
Lafayette was turned four days ago; he hadn’t had the chance to properly train his new follower as he had been busy. He momentarily felt ill thinking of what he had been doing while he was away…
He wasn’t lying when he said he was on an official business trip. An important persona from his past had gone missing and he had to get to the bottom of it…
He immediately pulled himself back to the present time and thought that it was entirely his fault that his vampire felt this way.
He was taught and trained better than that. He knew not to abandon his vampire…
It was also his fault giving into his new vampire’s proposition-- dancing in the bar was a very bad idea in the first place at this point in Lafayette‘s ‘birth‘. Lafayette was not ready for responsibility at the bar until he learned to take responsibility for himself as a vampire.
People change when they are turned. The hunger within and the fact that you are immortal can alter how you see life.
It could make you or break you, Eric thought, his own maker in his mind. He was--blessed to have had such a maker.
He looked up, Lafayette met his eyes; he spoke, “No more worries, Lafayette. I’m back. Tonight, we begin the process of your learning… We’ll start off with the most important lesson of all… I am your maker and you are to obey me.”
Lafayette opened his mouth to voice a protest but Eric cast him a look.
“Be assured that I will not command you to do things that will harm or potentially kill you. You are mine, and in you my blood lies. I aim to care for you as you would for me.”
Lafayette swallowed.
“Secondly, you cannot feed on the premises, do you understand? It is not good for the business.”
“But I’m fucking starving…” Lafayette’s voice quivered.
“There is a time for that, Lafayette. There is a time for everything. You will learn how to control your hunger as you cannot just feed on any human. One thing you must remember is that some humans carry viruses that might be potentially harmful to us.”
“Like…” Lafayette licked his dry lips, “Hep D?”
“Precisely,” Eric nodded, his eyes fixated on his vampires mouth. “You already know a lot and that is a good thing,” Eric paused then continued, “There are also laws that we vampires should abide by.”
“Vampire laws?”
“I’m the Sheriff of this area--Area 5, of course you know that very well. I closely watch vampire activities and such, and as my vampire, I expect you to-- behave…”
Eric’s repeated claim of him made Lafayette shiver within--if that was what he was truly feeling. Either or, he knew he felt good.
“Right now you were supposed to be working. Out there in the club. At the moment I do not see it happening…”
“What do you mean?” Confusion once again crossed Lafayette’s face.
Was Eric going to get rid of him? But he hadn’t had a chance to prove himself!
**********
Eric felt that tremble not only in Lafayette’s voice but also throughout his vampire’s hungry body. Lafayette’s fear of him never left the man at all.
He took his black leather jacket off, tossed it on his chair and sat on his desk facing Lafayette who hadn’t moved from the wall.
He raised his left hand, summoning Lafayette who obeyed. Lafayette stood in front of him.
“Are you gonna fucking try to get rid of me?” Lafayette although terrified, dared to asked, “Again?”
This time, Lafayette saw Eric’s smile; but still, it was fleeting and immediate.
“I think we have established that you are hard to get rid of, Lafayette.”
Lafayette swallowed.
Then Eric whispered, “Jag har försummat dig,” eyebrow raised.
“English, man. English,” Lafayette was hypnotized, his words faded, eyes stared at Eric’s mouth. He bit his lower lip and before he could think, he leaned in and pressed his mouth on his maker’s parted mouth.
Eric didn’t move; didn’t respond.
The absence of even a tiny bit of reaction Lafayette mistook for rejection; embarrassed, he started to pull away but Eric quickly brought his head back in for a deeper kiss.
Eric’s hand held Lafayette firmly on the skull; he sucked and tasted his vampire’s full lips.
Lafayette didn’t waste time and had his hands under Eric’s black tank in a quick second, feeling, rubbing each ridge of muscles on his maker’s wide chest. Lafayette groaned when his hands found Eric’s shoulders; broad, hard and smooth… He pulled away and spoke by Eric’s mouth, “You’re so fucking--” but hesitated after realizing who he was touching.
Eric looked into Lafayette‘s eyes, “What?” and revealed his fangs.
Lafayette didn’t reply instead he pressed his lower body on Eric’s crotch.
Eric reached for his belt, unfastened it then unzipped his jeans… Lafayette needed no instructions; in an instance he fell on his knees in front of his maker and helped with the process of eliminating as much clothing from the fairer man as possible. He watched, bewitched, as Eric slowly took his black tank off; miles of magnificent limbs stretched as the simple task was performed. Lafayette then pulled Eric’s jeans around the man’s ankles; he gasped-- and he rarely did-- when Eric was revealed before his eyes.
Eric stood proudly, confidence multiplied a hundredfold, one hand lazily stroked his own dick. Lafayette replaced Eric’s hand with his unsteady hand around Eric’s length.
Eric watched curiously in anticipation; he saw hesitation in Lafayette’s eyes. His student needed some encouragement.
“Go on,” Eric again raised an eyebrow; he didn’t think he’d see Lafayette think twice in this kind of situation.
Lafayette parted his lips and let his maker slip freely inside his mouth.
Slowly at first, Eric pumped in tune with Lafayette’s sucking. Lafayette’s sleek tongue worked wonders; licking, teasing Eric’s slit creating loud and incomprehensible words in Eric’s throat.
Lafayette grinned, and for the first time since he met Eric, he felt-- confident.
So sure of himself.
I’m fucking back, baby! He thought to himself as he realized Eric might not be lying when Eric told him the blond vampire liked him.
Eric’s strong hands held him firmly on the head as the intensity of Eric’s thrusting deepened; it was assurance enough that he was doing something that Eric liked…
He looked up while Eric’s dick slipped down further his throat; his maker met his eyes and without words exchanged between them, he understood that Eric was nearing climax.
He held Eric’s cock by its base, lightly massaging the testes below it; he was ready for the big wave coming his way. He relaxed his throat as warm juices slipped into his mouth and down his gullet. Eric’s grip on his head tightened as he sucked every drop the blond vampire was willing to give.
When Eric calmed down, he pulled slowly out of Lafayette‘s mouth then cleaned off the side of his vampire’s mouth with his thumb.
Lafayette realized his fangs were out and it was a surprise he didn’t wound Eric.
Eric then held out a hand to Lafayette; Lafayette took it and he was pulled off his knees.
Lafayette watched Eric lick his lips; fangs glistened in the light of the office.
“What now?” Lafayette was very much aware of his needs-- hunger, lust stirred within and boiled the blood pumping through his veins and sending it down to his loins.
Eric grinned, turned Lafayette around, arms loosely wrapped around Lafayette’s chest, “We take care of this,” Eric replied, hands wandered on Lafayette’s tight stomach, then his bulging crotch, “And then we hunt…”
Lafayette thought, ‘Good plan, good plan… and indulged the moving lips on his neck.
-FIN-
Swedish to English Translations
1. "Du visste från början att det inte skulle bli lätt." -- "You knew from the beginning it wouldn't be easy."
2. Jag har försummat dig. -- "I've neglected you."
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (Thank you so much, J!!!! I very much appreciate your help! *hugs*)
SWEDISH TRANSLATIONS BY: The awesome zaipixie
GENRE: What-if; TB 204.
PAIRING Eric Northman and Lafayette Reynolds.
TIMELINE: 2 years post-end of S1; TB 101 timeline.
WORD COUNT: 2884 words.
WARNING: NC-17 for explicit sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: True Blood is HBO's property. My pieces are all for fun.
SYNOPSIS: Lafayette's fourth night of being a vamp and Eric had neglected him...
A/N: Written to fill a request in tb_kink. I don't get it though, do I have to be anon too to reply???? Coz I totally just went in there and told people yeah I'm writing them what they want haha
I hope you guys will like this one... My heart still belongs to Brian and Justin, especially Brian coz, really, he's the real bad ass, but I like playing in TB.
More B/J fic coming soon!
This ficlet also written for my table in 50_darkfics; Prompt #95: Need.
Again, enjoy! Feedback is loved!
"THE FOURTH NIGHT"
By Doppelganger
Eric thought he was ready for it.
More earnings for the business he had told himself after about a million hours of thinking, re-thinking and finally coming up with decisions that led to his-well, position at the moment.
He tried to again remind himself of the same reasoning as he pulled his head back inside his office after peeking into the bar.
He walked to his chair as the growing noise in the bar seeped through the walls of his office and rang in his ears. He sat down and closed his eyes as his more than a millennium old senses sorted through the whispering, screaming and yelling. He only listened to what he wanted to hear- then like specks of gold in piles of mud the chosen murmurings came through.
He listened to his new vampire’s silent words of complaint.
He fought a smile and concentrated.
Fuck this shit! Everybody grabbing my shit! I’m so hungry! But I gotta work. Gotta fucking work.
Eric opened his eyes and thought of what had occurred weeks ago…
That was when he first met his new vampire.
He smelled the dark man’s fear-shaking fear--that came from the very depth of the man’s soul.
But underlying that fear was the man’s hate towards him.
He was not bothered; he’d seen it all, experienced it all. He’d been through much hate and he’d learned to live with it as traces of it also lay within him… But that is another story to tell…
He’d learned that hate goes side by side with fear.
And every mortal that hated him and his kind, each one of them actually feared them more than anything.
And his then prisoner was no different and he was disgusted with the man; not, he decided because the man was mortal but because the man was a suspect.
A person who had done his kind-- Vampires-- wrong.
After interrogating his suspect who had proven he was anything but a model prisoner after attempting an escape, he wasn’t really sure what he would do to him.
Not until he heard the man’s Plan C.
“Make me a vampire,” the man asked of him.
He was--baffled.
Amazed.
Interesting…
Was the mortal playing a game?
He was surely gambling.
To what? Save his life from death?
Oh, bitter death…
He is death.
The man did not know what he was asking for nor did he understand the capacity or the depth of his request.
He sat straight in his seat as he pondered the very day he was turned vampire… Old memories flooded his mind.
Old memories that he held onto that night such as not to turn his suspect into one; instead, he decided to throw the man back down in the basement after feeding on him.
He was tempted. Very much tempted to make the man like him--be with him.
A follower, a student. The man’s promise of obedience not only aroused his curiosity…
This particular human was intriguing, he’d decided as he watched him lie down on the couch, bleeding from his right leg. The man was wounded and yet still had the courage, the ability to flirt and seduce.
Yes, he will be a good follower, he told himself that night.
But no, he also told himself, Carrying what it is I have within me is not an escape. Not an alternative.
The only way he would turn his prisoner was if his prisoner wanted it.
If he truly desired to be under him.
His thoughts were interrupted when a menacing voice swam through his consciousness.
“So fucking hungry. His neck… I just want to bite his neck. I know he wants to be bitten. I know he does. Yes, fucking grab me. Give me your fucking hand, that’s right-your hand, motherfucker! Closer-”
He did not waste any time…
**********
With the blink of an eye, Eric stood in front of Lafayette and the latter’s possible meal. Eric held Lafayette by the wrist, “No.” He whispered to his new vampire but the intensity of the word echoed throughout the bar, momentarily interrupting everybody’s respective activities.
Pam watched from the distance, her eyes rolled as she realized what just happened.
Her master ran to the pet.
How romantic, she thought to herself, despising the sight before her.
Eric turned to the mortal, frozen-terrified by Lafayette’s feet, “You…”
The human sank lower on the floor.
“I‘ve far more important things to do than throw you, hopefully, in one piece out of this club. Now, I suggest you walk away quietly, never to return.” Eric turned to everybody in the club, his hand still firmly grasped the half-naked Lafayette by the wrist.
“Such action shall not be tolerated on these premises; that goes for each and every one of you, mortal and vampire. You do not put your hands on the employees,” Eric looked down at the man on the floor once again. “Never put your hand on the employees.”
“Yes, yes- I’m terribly--”
Before the man completely soaked himself in his own urine, Eric had already guided Lafayette into the office.
**********
Eric shoved Lafayette into the wall as soon as the office door was loudly shut behind them.
“That was a very bad move, Lafayette,” Eric’s hands rested on the wall on either side of Lafayette’s head. “Very bad move.”
“I’m fucking hungry, man. What do you want me to do? He was right in front of me and was willing to be bitten!”
Eric didn’t reply and watched his new vampire’s mouth move. Eric remained calm but he felt his insides awakening.
“This is so fucking hard…” Lafayette swallowed and crossed his arms on his naked chest; his palms repeatedly rubbed his muscled shoulders as if to assure himself things will be okay. But he was so fucking hungry!
“Du visste från början att det inte skulle bli lätt,” Eric whispered in his native tongue; his words bathed Lafayette’s distorted face.
**********
Confused but determined to be heard, Lafayette spoke, “You are my maker; tell me what I should do?” Lafayette did not understand what was going on with him. He was a man of control, of precision. He always managed to pull through whenever he was given a shitty situation to work with. He was independent, always worked alone… Then Eric came one night and took him.
He was hidden, interrogated. Mentally he suffered, thinking that death was upon him making him physically ill. On his first days down in the basement he was tortured in so many ways without his captors ever laying hands on him.
This team who held him prisoner knew how to work.
Efficient.
Terrifying.
Deadly.
At that moment while he sat scared out of his fucking brains in the darkness of his prison, he promised himself that if he ever survived his ordeal, he would leave everything behind and start anew.
Sookie then came to his rescue; he was released.
No more illegal businesses and bullshit. No more dealings with the fucking vampires; but his plans changed the night Eric appeared outside his window.
Eric terrified him in so many ways no man could imagine. The vampire was not just powerful but confident.
And it scared him that although he knew this man could tear up his limbs by using his bare hands which he had witnessed first hand, he was curiously drawn to Eric. Striking blond hair, deep blue eyes-- and Eric’s voice, commanding not demanding.
It’s as if his words, when uttered automatically, expected response.
No time to think-- do as he says.
He admired strong individuals and has a lot of them in his life but nothing compared to Eric Northman.
He had never met any man--human or vampire-- like him before…
He trembled at just the thought of the blond vampire. But when his proposition of being Eric’s vampire was re-visited that same night Eric stood outside his window, he couldn’t resist.
It was a well-known fact that drinking Eric’s blood would save his wounded, infected leg but as well as that he desperately wanted to put his lips on Eric’s wrist…
Fear.
Curiosity.
Fear.
Attraction.
Fear.
All rolled into one big, pulsing desire to be close to the vampire…
When Eric turned him it was a difficult experience. After waking up from the grave he found Eric waiting for him but Eric immediately left.
He, as he liked to refer to it, was passed on to Pam who had never liked him since the very beginning.
Tonight was his fourth night as a vampire and the very first time he was spending the entire night with Eric--his maker.
**********
“You left me with Pam who doesn’t like me one bit--”
“She is quite attached to me,” Eric said; Lafayette thought he saw a smile on the side of his maker‘s mouth.
“That didn’t really fucking help me. Three days you were gone, I-- I didn’t know where you were…”
“It’s none of your business. And it was business. Official business,” Eric replied coolly.
“Well, next time you decide to go on one of your ‘official business trips‘ again, maybe leave me something more than your catalogue-dressing right hand because I had nothing. I fed once and that was it. I was by my fucking self most of the time-- didn’t know what to do…” Lafayette felt confused because he was feeling more than abandonment. “I was fucking alone--”
**********
Eric didn’t reply and just let his eyes wander over Lafayette’s face as if seeing the man for the first time.
Lafayette was turned four days ago; he hadn’t had the chance to properly train his new follower as he had been busy. He momentarily felt ill thinking of what he had been doing while he was away…
He wasn’t lying when he said he was on an official business trip. An important persona from his past had gone missing and he had to get to the bottom of it…
He immediately pulled himself back to the present time and thought that it was entirely his fault that his vampire felt this way.
He was taught and trained better than that. He knew not to abandon his vampire…
It was also his fault giving into his new vampire’s proposition-- dancing in the bar was a very bad idea in the first place at this point in Lafayette‘s ‘birth‘. Lafayette was not ready for responsibility at the bar until he learned to take responsibility for himself as a vampire.
People change when they are turned. The hunger within and the fact that you are immortal can alter how you see life.
It could make you or break you, Eric thought, his own maker in his mind. He was--blessed to have had such a maker.
He looked up, Lafayette met his eyes; he spoke, “No more worries, Lafayette. I’m back. Tonight, we begin the process of your learning… We’ll start off with the most important lesson of all… I am your maker and you are to obey me.”
Lafayette opened his mouth to voice a protest but Eric cast him a look.
“Be assured that I will not command you to do things that will harm or potentially kill you. You are mine, and in you my blood lies. I aim to care for you as you would for me.”
Lafayette swallowed.
“Secondly, you cannot feed on the premises, do you understand? It is not good for the business.”
“But I’m fucking starving…” Lafayette’s voice quivered.
“There is a time for that, Lafayette. There is a time for everything. You will learn how to control your hunger as you cannot just feed on any human. One thing you must remember is that some humans carry viruses that might be potentially harmful to us.”
“Like…” Lafayette licked his dry lips, “Hep D?”
“Precisely,” Eric nodded, his eyes fixated on his vampires mouth. “You already know a lot and that is a good thing,” Eric paused then continued, “There are also laws that we vampires should abide by.”
“Vampire laws?”
“I’m the Sheriff of this area--Area 5, of course you know that very well. I closely watch vampire activities and such, and as my vampire, I expect you to-- behave…”
Eric’s repeated claim of him made Lafayette shiver within--if that was what he was truly feeling. Either or, he knew he felt good.
“Right now you were supposed to be working. Out there in the club. At the moment I do not see it happening…”
“What do you mean?” Confusion once again crossed Lafayette’s face.
Was Eric going to get rid of him? But he hadn’t had a chance to prove himself!
**********
Eric felt that tremble not only in Lafayette’s voice but also throughout his vampire’s hungry body. Lafayette’s fear of him never left the man at all.
He took his black leather jacket off, tossed it on his chair and sat on his desk facing Lafayette who hadn’t moved from the wall.
He raised his left hand, summoning Lafayette who obeyed. Lafayette stood in front of him.
“Are you gonna fucking try to get rid of me?” Lafayette although terrified, dared to asked, “Again?”
This time, Lafayette saw Eric’s smile; but still, it was fleeting and immediate.
“I think we have established that you are hard to get rid of, Lafayette.”
Lafayette swallowed.
Then Eric whispered, “Jag har försummat dig,” eyebrow raised.
“English, man. English,” Lafayette was hypnotized, his words faded, eyes stared at Eric’s mouth. He bit his lower lip and before he could think, he leaned in and pressed his mouth on his maker’s parted mouth.
Eric didn’t move; didn’t respond.
The absence of even a tiny bit of reaction Lafayette mistook for rejection; embarrassed, he started to pull away but Eric quickly brought his head back in for a deeper kiss.
Eric’s hand held Lafayette firmly on the skull; he sucked and tasted his vampire’s full lips.
Lafayette didn’t waste time and had his hands under Eric’s black tank in a quick second, feeling, rubbing each ridge of muscles on his maker’s wide chest. Lafayette groaned when his hands found Eric’s shoulders; broad, hard and smooth… He pulled away and spoke by Eric’s mouth, “You’re so fucking--” but hesitated after realizing who he was touching.
Eric looked into Lafayette‘s eyes, “What?” and revealed his fangs.
Lafayette didn’t reply instead he pressed his lower body on Eric’s crotch.
Eric reached for his belt, unfastened it then unzipped his jeans… Lafayette needed no instructions; in an instance he fell on his knees in front of his maker and helped with the process of eliminating as much clothing from the fairer man as possible. He watched, bewitched, as Eric slowly took his black tank off; miles of magnificent limbs stretched as the simple task was performed. Lafayette then pulled Eric’s jeans around the man’s ankles; he gasped-- and he rarely did-- when Eric was revealed before his eyes.
Eric stood proudly, confidence multiplied a hundredfold, one hand lazily stroked his own dick. Lafayette replaced Eric’s hand with his unsteady hand around Eric’s length.
Eric watched curiously in anticipation; he saw hesitation in Lafayette’s eyes. His student needed some encouragement.
“Go on,” Eric again raised an eyebrow; he didn’t think he’d see Lafayette think twice in this kind of situation.
Lafayette parted his lips and let his maker slip freely inside his mouth.
Slowly at first, Eric pumped in tune with Lafayette’s sucking. Lafayette’s sleek tongue worked wonders; licking, teasing Eric’s slit creating loud and incomprehensible words in Eric’s throat.
Lafayette grinned, and for the first time since he met Eric, he felt-- confident.
So sure of himself.
I’m fucking back, baby! He thought to himself as he realized Eric might not be lying when Eric told him the blond vampire liked him.
Eric’s strong hands held him firmly on the head as the intensity of Eric’s thrusting deepened; it was assurance enough that he was doing something that Eric liked…
He looked up while Eric’s dick slipped down further his throat; his maker met his eyes and without words exchanged between them, he understood that Eric was nearing climax.
He held Eric’s cock by its base, lightly massaging the testes below it; he was ready for the big wave coming his way. He relaxed his throat as warm juices slipped into his mouth and down his gullet. Eric’s grip on his head tightened as he sucked every drop the blond vampire was willing to give.
When Eric calmed down, he pulled slowly out of Lafayette‘s mouth then cleaned off the side of his vampire’s mouth with his thumb.
Lafayette realized his fangs were out and it was a surprise he didn’t wound Eric.
Eric then held out a hand to Lafayette; Lafayette took it and he was pulled off his knees.
Lafayette watched Eric lick his lips; fangs glistened in the light of the office.
“What now?” Lafayette was very much aware of his needs-- hunger, lust stirred within and boiled the blood pumping through his veins and sending it down to his loins.
Eric grinned, turned Lafayette around, arms loosely wrapped around Lafayette’s chest, “We take care of this,” Eric replied, hands wandered on Lafayette’s tight stomach, then his bulging crotch, “And then we hunt…”
Lafayette thought, ‘Good plan, good plan… and indulged the moving lips on his neck.
-FIN-
Swedish to English Translations
1. "Du visste från början att det inte skulle bli lätt." -- "You knew from the beginning it wouldn't be easy."
2. Jag har försummat dig. -- "I've neglected you."