Fight on Undaunted: Chapter Thirteen - part 2
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Hearing the stricken tone in Godric's voice, Eric turned back. Looking down at Godric's uneasy face, it dawned on him that if he - they - continued down this path, things would change. Until this moment, he’d had no desire for anything to change between them. But now...
Perhaps it was the calmness he felt when Godric touched him, or the decades of growing to understand his Maker’s difficult personality... Or even the simple closeness of sharing a bed the past few weeks...
Eric went down on one knee and offered his neck. Godric glanced at his neck and then back to his face. Before Godric could back away or say anything, Eric said urgently, “Bite.”
As Godric cautiously sank his fangs in, Eric realised with a stunning clarity that what he felt for Godric was something that had gone beyond friendship. He wrapped his arms around his Maker, pulling him closer, willing him to understand.
You’re more than my father, my brother, and my child. More than my friend and my comrade. More than a lover...
Godric suddenly jerked away, a look of astonishment on his face. He stared at Eric, bewildered, and Eric wondered if Godric even knew what being loved felt like.
“Godric?”
Instead of answering, Godric hesitatingly tilted his head, exposing his neck. Seeing Godric pointedly not looking at him, his jaw set in determination, Eric wondered how hard it was for his Maker to let him do this.
Eric bit. He closed his eyes as blood filled his mouth.
He could feel Godric's lust, which pleased him, could feel the ever present hunger for blood, which made him crave it too, could feel Godric's fading anger that Eric had dared to touch him without permission... and there was something else beyond all that.
Godric didn’t think himself capable of it - didn’t think their kind, so bloodthirsty and callous, could feel it. It frightened him because he couldn’t control it, no matter how hard he tried and he loathed anything he couldn’t control.
Because of this, Godric was desperately trying to convince himself that the powerful love he felt for Eric wasn’t real.
But Eric recognised it.
Eric withdrew his fangs, leaving it alone. He’d felt it, even if Godric couldn’t understand it. That was enough for him. For now.
“What do you want?” Godric whispered timidly as Eric licked the small wound until it healed. The most formidable creature I have ever met is trembling in my arms.
Eric cupped his Maker's face in his hands. “You.” The word was more of a sigh against Godric's lips. “I want you, Godric. All of you.”
He was surprised by the intensity of the kiss. It sent a swift pang through him and Eric yielded up his mouth without thinking, his eyes closing. Godric’s tongue caressed Eric’s, demanding he respond, and Eric found his hands tangled in Godric's hair refusing to let him stop, drawing him closer, as though he wanted to squeeze Godric's soul into his.
Godric bit his lip, blood welling up, and Eric gasped and captured his mouth again, tasting his own blood along with the distinct taste of Godric's mouth.
A groan lodged itself in Eric's throat and he opened his eyes and saw Godric’s savage lust in his grey eyes. Chills ran down his spine as Godric's kisses grew even fiercer and Eric remembered just how strong Godric was. His Maker’s hands pulled him closer, and then they rolled over so that Godric was lying atop Eric.
Godric slowed and ran his tongue over Eric's, tasting the blood a final time as the bite healed over. He growled softly and kissed Eric so hard that Eric saw stars behind his eyelids.
Then he felt Godric's arousal hard against his own. He lifted his hips up, grinding himself against Godric and smiled when his Maker gasped against his mouth. He ground against him again and nipped Godric's ear at the same time, and Godric gasped even louder.
As he kissed and nibbled on Godric's ears, he lightly started tracing the outline of Godric's jaw, moving his hands down and his fingers slowly unlaced his trousers. It took a second for Godric to realise what he’d done, but when he did, he quickly kicked them off, and now naked, pressed against Eric.
Godric began kissing Eric's neck and Eric lost himself in the sensation, one hand gripping the sheets beneath him and the other tracing lines over Godric's back, careful to avoid the small spot that Godric hated. His hand pressed into the strong muscles, urging him on. He couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted someone so urgently.
Godric made his way down Eric's neck and discovered that they hadn’t removed Eric's clothes yet. Evidently not caring that this was the only shirt Eric owned at the moment, Godric ripped the shirt in two, exposing Eric's chest. He leaned back, running a finger lightly over Eric's collarbone. He ran his hands over Eric's chest experimentally, and then he shifted back so he could lean over and licked the pale skin beneath him. Eric moaned softly as Godric moved to a nipple and caught it between his teeth. He bit down, lapping at the blood and running his tongue over him, and Eric groaned with pleasure at the exquisite pain.
As Godric bit and licked first one nipple, then the other, Eric clawed helplessly, dragging red lines of passion across his Maker’s skin that vanished as quickly as they appeared. Godric hissed at the pain while arching his back like a cat, silently demanding that Eric do it again. Without raising his head, he gathered the shreds of Eric's shirt and pulled them behind, effectively trapping the Eric's arms in the cloth.
As Eric wrestled with his bindings, Godric reached beneath his trousers to pull his cock free. He returned his mouth to Eric's, while Eric grew dizzy with desire as Godric stroked him.
His trapped arms forgotten, Eric moaned and thought his skin would burst into flames. He felt Godric smile against his lips and struggled to kick his trousers away. Godric made a vague effort to help, but was more interested in other things and Eric was left to fend for himself. When he was finally rid of his pants, Eric brought a leg up to brace himself on the mattress, pressing himself harder into Godric's hand.
Eric let his hand trail down and Godric's eyes went wide, and he groaned when Eric reached his cock. He shivered and Eric smiled, moving his hand a little faster. Godric's hard kisses paused, replaced by a low moan of desire. It was a noise Eric wanted to hear again and he smiled when he did. He pulled back, wanting to see Godric's face.
It was Godric's eyes, hazy, unfocused, and dark with passion that captivated him. Eric kissed him fiercely, leaving his eyes open as Godric's drifted shut, and thought of Godric's constant need for self control. I want to see him lose all that power and be mine.
After several minutes on intense kissing, Godric opened his eyes. Godric turned his face, placing little kisses on the palm of Eric's hand, his grey eyes never leaving Eric's blue one. He placed his own fingers against Eric's mouth, running over kiss swollen lips, and then the long fangs.
“In all my life, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Godric whispered. “Everything about you is beautiful.”
Amazed by the sweet words, Eric ran his thumb over the lips of the one person he cared for more than anything in the world. He wanted to speak the words out loud, but knew that Godric was not ready to hear them.
Godric kissed him, quickly dipped his fingers in one of the bowls of oil beside the statues, and then slid a finger inside Eric, watching his face intently.
Eric gasped, his back arching, but it was from pleasure, not pain. Godric kissed his stomach, moving his finger gently. Eric moaned, lost in the sensation. Again, Godric kissed Eric's belly lightly and added another finger, smiling when Eric gasped again.
Eric propped himself up on his elbows and Godric leaned forward enough to kiss him. He slid a fang across Godric's lower lip, and he tasted blood again. The force of Godric's kisses increased. It had never occurred to Eric that his Maker would be such a demanding kisser.
How could we have gone this long and not done this, Eric wondered dazedly. He heard Godric sigh at the taste and he bit on Eric’s tongue, sucking hungrily as his fingers moved slowly in and out. Eric trembled, running his fingers through Godric's hair to pull him closer.
“Now, Godric,” he murmured between kisses.
Godric drew back a little and Eric gripped his hair, awed by the sheer lust on Godric's face.
“Are you certain?” Godric asked, his voice ragged with desire. Eric ran his fangs along Godric's neck. Godric shivered and growled lustfully.
“Yes,” he sighed against Godric's cheek.
Godric nudged Eric's legs further apart and slicked himself. Before he entered, he bit down on Eric's neck, licking the blood that trickled down Eric's chest. Eric moaned as Godric sucked hungrily, scrabbling at his back, wanting Godric more than anything else. When the bite healed, Godric looked into Eric’s eyes.
“Watch my face,” he whispered. He moved forward gently, gasping as he did so.
Eric's eyes didn’t leave Godric's, captivated by the sensation of another man, by Godric, inside him, and by his face, his eyes focused on Eric's.
Eric held up a wrist and Godric bit down, his eyes never leaving Eric's. As he drank, Godric pushed in deeper and both of them groaned in pleasure. Having drunk so much of each other’s blood, Eric could feel Godric's passion, and it was as strong as his own.
“What do you feel?” Godric whispered, gently kissing Eric's wrist as it healed over.
Eric moaned as Godric began thrusting. “You,” he whispered raggedly. “I feel you.”
Feeling Godric deep inside him, his head tilted back a little as Godric moved back and forth slowly, hitting the sweet spot that made him shudder each time.
“I feel bound to you,” he whispered, awestruck by the truth.
Godric nodded, his mouth hovered beside Eric's ear, his fangs brushing against the skin. “We are bound to each other.”
When Godric's hand gripped his cock and began moving up and down, Eric struggled not to come. Propped up on an elbow, he pulled Godric's face towards his, leaning forward to reach. He bit into the curve between Godric's neck and shoulder and Godric groaned, pausing, just as close as Eric.
“I lo...” Eric began, but then words failed him as Godric began to more ever faster. In some distant part of Eric's mind that was still capable of coherent thought, he thought this feeling even better than the blissful taste of Godric's blood.
Godric let go of him, Eric wanted to moan in protest, but he forgot about it when Godric ran hand his hand through Eric's hair, pulling their foreheads together. Eric gripped Godric's hair just as tightly.
Godric's eyes were glazed, gasping with each powerful thrust. Eric watched in fascination, awed by the sight. This was not Godric in control of himself.
This was Godric, free, too caught in his - their - lust to rule his body.
Eric urged him on, moaning against Godric's mouth as his body tightened, getting closer and closer to release. Godric began to tense as well, his eyes closing, but Eric tugged on his hair. Gasping, Godric opened his eyes.
“I want you to look in my eyes,” Eric whispered, arching up again as Godric thrust harder. Godric shivered, nodding at the demand. Eric let his hand slide down, his fingers caressing the back of his neck. His Maker began moving faster.
His hand squeezed Eric's cock at the tip and Eric gasped, writhing, again fighting against this body not to come. Eric felt Godric begin to shudder.
Again, he grabbed Godric's hair, forcing him to look into his eyes as his thrusts became even harder and deeper. With a final shudder, Godric cried out, his grey eyes locked on Eric's blue eyes.
Then Eric gasped as his Maker withdrew, leaning forward to furiously kiss him, and Godric's hand was moving on Eric's cock once more. Eric moaned against Godric's mouth, dazed with the need of release.
Godric bit down on his throat hard and Eric groaned, caught between the twin sensations. Eric sank his fangs into Godric's neck, drinking deep. Godric kept drinking as Eric shuddered against him. When he finally came, Eric cried out, blood trickling from his mouth.
Utterly spent, he eventually withdrew his fangs, as did Godric. He stared up at his Maker, smiling at his blood covered face. With his grey eyes unfocused , Godric looked just as dazed as he felt. Eric couldn’t resist, he ran his tongue over the tips of Godric's fangs. Godric kissed him and then rolled off, and his head fell backwards. He shut his eyes.
“I want to do that again,” Eric said, mostly to himself.
“Can I have a moment first?”
Startled that Godric would say such a thing, Eric burst into laughter. But he knew with unwavering certainty that this was how it would be. How it was meant to be.
Slowly, shakily, he sat up, surprised at how much blood covered them. So much for clean sheets. Godric’s eyes remained closed as Eric gently licked it off.
The expression on Godric's face was one he’d never seen before. His mouth had curved into a small smile and he looked calm, contented and relaxed. Utterly peaceful. Smiling, Eric ran his fingers over Godric's, letting the tips rest on his lips. Without opening his eyes, Godric kissed them softly.
“I want to see your face like that forever,” Eric said quietly.
“Forever is a long time, my Child.”
Watching a shadow pass over Godric's face, a twinge of regret passed through Eric and a sense of unease began to fill him. It took him a second to realise that the unease wasn’t his at all - it belonged to Godric.
“I know.” Wanting Godric's tranquillity to return, Eric decided to take the risk. “I will love you always.”
Godric opened his eyes and sat up, shifting away from Eric. Eric held in a sigh. Once again, I’ve put my foot in it. But words could not be taken back.
As Godric remained silent, Eric found himself struggling to sort out his own emotions. With all the blood they’d just shared, everything feeling and emotion was interlaced. He felt a flash of fear, but was certain it wasn’t his own, a swell of love and he was sure that was his. And perhaps from Godric too.
Apprehension seemed to be the predominant emotion, for they both felt it.
Unable to stand the silence any longer, Eric asked, “What are you thinking?”
Godric would not meet his eyes. “I cannot love you.”
Eric flinched. “Why?” He struggled to keep his voice steady.
“How can I?” Godric was full of anguish. “I have dominated every single movement and thought for over a thousand years. But I cannot command what I feel for you. I will not allow it.”
“I can’t control it either.” Eric smoothed the tangled hair out of Godric's face. Then tentatively, “Perhaps we’re not meant to.”
“It is something human,” Godric said bitterly and he finally raised his eyes. “I am not human.”
Eric grimaced, feeling Godric's scorn and anger. He leaned close and cradled Godric's face in his hands. “When you drank from me, you felt... you understood that I love you, didn’t you? You knew?”
“...Yes.”
Looking at his Maker’s troubled face, it dawned on Eric that Godric had never trusted anyone before, nor been trusted. He had never befriended anyone, or been friends with another. He felt almost sick with pity and hoped Godric couldn’t feel it.
Before Eric, his Maker had never been loved by anyone, nor had he loved anyone in return.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Godric whispered. Eric could feel his Maker trembling.
“Then how can you doubt me when I say I love you and that I’ll love you,” Eric kissed him tenderly, “always and forever?”
A solitary red tear rolled down Godric's cheek. “Always and forever?”
Eric twined his arms around Godric's neck and kissed him softly. Eric's tongue stroked his lips, and slowly his kisses grew fiercer, more demanding. Godric shifted his head as Eric trailed kisses up his neck to just below his ear, licking and biting. His Maker moaned softly and pulled him closer.
Eric returned to his lips, gentle kisses, moving slowly from one side to the other. Godric's eyes closed as he sighed in pleasure, and Eric pressed a soft kiss to each of his eyelids.
“Yes,” Eric whispered and Godric opened his eyes. “Always and forever.”
Nodding, Godric relaxed and to Eric's delight, that peaceful expression returned. Eric kissed him, wanting to always stay in this loving embrace.
“I love you.” Godric's grey eyes full of wonder and adoration. “Always and forever.”
Hearing the stricken tone in Godric's voice, Eric turned back. Looking down at Godric's uneasy face, it dawned on him that if he - they - continued down this path, things would change. Until this moment, he’d had no desire for anything to change between them. But now...
Perhaps it was the calmness he felt when Godric touched him, or the decades of growing to understand his Maker’s difficult personality... Or even the simple closeness of sharing a bed the past few weeks...
Eric went down on one knee and offered his neck. Godric glanced at his neck and then back to his face. Before Godric could back away or say anything, Eric said urgently, “Bite.”
As Godric cautiously sank his fangs in, Eric realised with a stunning clarity that what he felt for Godric was something that had gone beyond friendship. He wrapped his arms around his Maker, pulling him closer, willing him to understand.
You’re more than my father, my brother, and my child. More than my friend and my comrade. More than a lover...
Godric suddenly jerked away, a look of astonishment on his face. He stared at Eric, bewildered, and Eric wondered if Godric even knew what being loved felt like.
“Godric?”
Instead of answering, Godric hesitatingly tilted his head, exposing his neck. Seeing Godric pointedly not looking at him, his jaw set in determination, Eric wondered how hard it was for his Maker to let him do this.
Eric bit. He closed his eyes as blood filled his mouth.
He could feel Godric's lust, which pleased him, could feel the ever present hunger for blood, which made him crave it too, could feel Godric's fading anger that Eric had dared to touch him without permission... and there was something else beyond all that.
Godric didn’t think himself capable of it - didn’t think their kind, so bloodthirsty and callous, could feel it. It frightened him because he couldn’t control it, no matter how hard he tried and he loathed anything he couldn’t control.
Because of this, Godric was desperately trying to convince himself that the powerful love he felt for Eric wasn’t real.
But Eric recognised it.
Eric withdrew his fangs, leaving it alone. He’d felt it, even if Godric couldn’t understand it. That was enough for him. For now.
“What do you want?” Godric whispered timidly as Eric licked the small wound until it healed. The most formidable creature I have ever met is trembling in my arms.
Eric cupped his Maker's face in his hands. “You.” The word was more of a sigh against Godric's lips. “I want you, Godric. All of you.”
He was surprised by the intensity of the kiss. It sent a swift pang through him and Eric yielded up his mouth without thinking, his eyes closing. Godric’s tongue caressed Eric’s, demanding he respond, and Eric found his hands tangled in Godric's hair refusing to let him stop, drawing him closer, as though he wanted to squeeze Godric's soul into his.
Godric bit his lip, blood welling up, and Eric gasped and captured his mouth again, tasting his own blood along with the distinct taste of Godric's mouth.
A groan lodged itself in Eric's throat and he opened his eyes and saw Godric’s savage lust in his grey eyes. Chills ran down his spine as Godric's kisses grew even fiercer and Eric remembered just how strong Godric was. His Maker’s hands pulled him closer, and then they rolled over so that Godric was lying atop Eric.
Godric slowed and ran his tongue over Eric's, tasting the blood a final time as the bite healed over. He growled softly and kissed Eric so hard that Eric saw stars behind his eyelids.
Then he felt Godric's arousal hard against his own. He lifted his hips up, grinding himself against Godric and smiled when his Maker gasped against his mouth. He ground against him again and nipped Godric's ear at the same time, and Godric gasped even louder.
As he kissed and nibbled on Godric's ears, he lightly started tracing the outline of Godric's jaw, moving his hands down and his fingers slowly unlaced his trousers. It took a second for Godric to realise what he’d done, but when he did, he quickly kicked them off, and now naked, pressed against Eric.
Godric began kissing Eric's neck and Eric lost himself in the sensation, one hand gripping the sheets beneath him and the other tracing lines over Godric's back, careful to avoid the small spot that Godric hated. His hand pressed into the strong muscles, urging him on. He couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted someone so urgently.
Godric made his way down Eric's neck and discovered that they hadn’t removed Eric's clothes yet. Evidently not caring that this was the only shirt Eric owned at the moment, Godric ripped the shirt in two, exposing Eric's chest. He leaned back, running a finger lightly over Eric's collarbone. He ran his hands over Eric's chest experimentally, and then he shifted back so he could lean over and licked the pale skin beneath him. Eric moaned softly as Godric moved to a nipple and caught it between his teeth. He bit down, lapping at the blood and running his tongue over him, and Eric groaned with pleasure at the exquisite pain.
As Godric bit and licked first one nipple, then the other, Eric clawed helplessly, dragging red lines of passion across his Maker’s skin that vanished as quickly as they appeared. Godric hissed at the pain while arching his back like a cat, silently demanding that Eric do it again. Without raising his head, he gathered the shreds of Eric's shirt and pulled them behind, effectively trapping the Eric's arms in the cloth.
As Eric wrestled with his bindings, Godric reached beneath his trousers to pull his cock free. He returned his mouth to Eric's, while Eric grew dizzy with desire as Godric stroked him.
His trapped arms forgotten, Eric moaned and thought his skin would burst into flames. He felt Godric smile against his lips and struggled to kick his trousers away. Godric made a vague effort to help, but was more interested in other things and Eric was left to fend for himself. When he was finally rid of his pants, Eric brought a leg up to brace himself on the mattress, pressing himself harder into Godric's hand.
Eric let his hand trail down and Godric's eyes went wide, and he groaned when Eric reached his cock. He shivered and Eric smiled, moving his hand a little faster. Godric's hard kisses paused, replaced by a low moan of desire. It was a noise Eric wanted to hear again and he smiled when he did. He pulled back, wanting to see Godric's face.
It was Godric's eyes, hazy, unfocused, and dark with passion that captivated him. Eric kissed him fiercely, leaving his eyes open as Godric's drifted shut, and thought of Godric's constant need for self control. I want to see him lose all that power and be mine.
After several minutes on intense kissing, Godric opened his eyes. Godric turned his face, placing little kisses on the palm of Eric's hand, his grey eyes never leaving Eric's blue one. He placed his own fingers against Eric's mouth, running over kiss swollen lips, and then the long fangs.
“In all my life, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Godric whispered. “Everything about you is beautiful.”
Amazed by the sweet words, Eric ran his thumb over the lips of the one person he cared for more than anything in the world. He wanted to speak the words out loud, but knew that Godric was not ready to hear them.
Godric kissed him, quickly dipped his fingers in one of the bowls of oil beside the statues, and then slid a finger inside Eric, watching his face intently.
Eric gasped, his back arching, but it was from pleasure, not pain. Godric kissed his stomach, moving his finger gently. Eric moaned, lost in the sensation. Again, Godric kissed Eric's belly lightly and added another finger, smiling when Eric gasped again.
Eric propped himself up on his elbows and Godric leaned forward enough to kiss him. He slid a fang across Godric's lower lip, and he tasted blood again. The force of Godric's kisses increased. It had never occurred to Eric that his Maker would be such a demanding kisser.
How could we have gone this long and not done this, Eric wondered dazedly. He heard Godric sigh at the taste and he bit on Eric’s tongue, sucking hungrily as his fingers moved slowly in and out. Eric trembled, running his fingers through Godric's hair to pull him closer.
“Now, Godric,” he murmured between kisses.
Godric drew back a little and Eric gripped his hair, awed by the sheer lust on Godric's face.
“Are you certain?” Godric asked, his voice ragged with desire. Eric ran his fangs along Godric's neck. Godric shivered and growled lustfully.
“Yes,” he sighed against Godric's cheek.
Godric nudged Eric's legs further apart and slicked himself. Before he entered, he bit down on Eric's neck, licking the blood that trickled down Eric's chest. Eric moaned as Godric sucked hungrily, scrabbling at his back, wanting Godric more than anything else. When the bite healed, Godric looked into Eric’s eyes.
“Watch my face,” he whispered. He moved forward gently, gasping as he did so.
Eric's eyes didn’t leave Godric's, captivated by the sensation of another man, by Godric, inside him, and by his face, his eyes focused on Eric's.
Eric held up a wrist and Godric bit down, his eyes never leaving Eric's. As he drank, Godric pushed in deeper and both of them groaned in pleasure. Having drunk so much of each other’s blood, Eric could feel Godric's passion, and it was as strong as his own.
“What do you feel?” Godric whispered, gently kissing Eric's wrist as it healed over.
Eric moaned as Godric began thrusting. “You,” he whispered raggedly. “I feel you.”
Feeling Godric deep inside him, his head tilted back a little as Godric moved back and forth slowly, hitting the sweet spot that made him shudder each time.
“I feel bound to you,” he whispered, awestruck by the truth.
Godric nodded, his mouth hovered beside Eric's ear, his fangs brushing against the skin. “We are bound to each other.”
When Godric's hand gripped his cock and began moving up and down, Eric struggled not to come. Propped up on an elbow, he pulled Godric's face towards his, leaning forward to reach. He bit into the curve between Godric's neck and shoulder and Godric groaned, pausing, just as close as Eric.
“I lo...” Eric began, but then words failed him as Godric began to more ever faster. In some distant part of Eric's mind that was still capable of coherent thought, he thought this feeling even better than the blissful taste of Godric's blood.
Godric let go of him, Eric wanted to moan in protest, but he forgot about it when Godric ran hand his hand through Eric's hair, pulling their foreheads together. Eric gripped Godric's hair just as tightly.
Godric's eyes were glazed, gasping with each powerful thrust. Eric watched in fascination, awed by the sight. This was not Godric in control of himself.
This was Godric, free, too caught in his - their - lust to rule his body.
Eric urged him on, moaning against Godric's mouth as his body tightened, getting closer and closer to release. Godric began to tense as well, his eyes closing, but Eric tugged on his hair. Gasping, Godric opened his eyes.
“I want you to look in my eyes,” Eric whispered, arching up again as Godric thrust harder. Godric shivered, nodding at the demand. Eric let his hand slide down, his fingers caressing the back of his neck. His Maker began moving faster.
His hand squeezed Eric's cock at the tip and Eric gasped, writhing, again fighting against this body not to come. Eric felt Godric begin to shudder.
Again, he grabbed Godric's hair, forcing him to look into his eyes as his thrusts became even harder and deeper. With a final shudder, Godric cried out, his grey eyes locked on Eric's blue eyes.
Then Eric gasped as his Maker withdrew, leaning forward to furiously kiss him, and Godric's hand was moving on Eric's cock once more. Eric moaned against Godric's mouth, dazed with the need of release.
Godric bit down on his throat hard and Eric groaned, caught between the twin sensations. Eric sank his fangs into Godric's neck, drinking deep. Godric kept drinking as Eric shuddered against him. When he finally came, Eric cried out, blood trickling from his mouth.
Utterly spent, he eventually withdrew his fangs, as did Godric. He stared up at his Maker, smiling at his blood covered face. With his grey eyes unfocused , Godric looked just as dazed as he felt. Eric couldn’t resist, he ran his tongue over the tips of Godric's fangs. Godric kissed him and then rolled off, and his head fell backwards. He shut his eyes.
“I want to do that again,” Eric said, mostly to himself.
“Can I have a moment first?”
Startled that Godric would say such a thing, Eric burst into laughter. But he knew with unwavering certainty that this was how it would be. How it was meant to be.
Slowly, shakily, he sat up, surprised at how much blood covered them. So much for clean sheets. Godric’s eyes remained closed as Eric gently licked it off.
The expression on Godric's face was one he’d never seen before. His mouth had curved into a small smile and he looked calm, contented and relaxed. Utterly peaceful. Smiling, Eric ran his fingers over Godric's, letting the tips rest on his lips. Without opening his eyes, Godric kissed them softly.
“I want to see your face like that forever,” Eric said quietly.
“Forever is a long time, my Child.”
Watching a shadow pass over Godric's face, a twinge of regret passed through Eric and a sense of unease began to fill him. It took him a second to realise that the unease wasn’t his at all - it belonged to Godric.
“I know.” Wanting Godric's tranquillity to return, Eric decided to take the risk. “I will love you always.”
Godric opened his eyes and sat up, shifting away from Eric. Eric held in a sigh. Once again, I’ve put my foot in it. But words could not be taken back.
As Godric remained silent, Eric found himself struggling to sort out his own emotions. With all the blood they’d just shared, everything feeling and emotion was interlaced. He felt a flash of fear, but was certain it wasn’t his own, a swell of love and he was sure that was his. And perhaps from Godric too.
Apprehension seemed to be the predominant emotion, for they both felt it.
Unable to stand the silence any longer, Eric asked, “What are you thinking?”
Godric would not meet his eyes. “I cannot love you.”
Eric flinched. “Why?” He struggled to keep his voice steady.
“How can I?” Godric was full of anguish. “I have dominated every single movement and thought for over a thousand years. But I cannot command what I feel for you. I will not allow it.”
“I can’t control it either.” Eric smoothed the tangled hair out of Godric's face. Then tentatively, “Perhaps we’re not meant to.”
“It is something human,” Godric said bitterly and he finally raised his eyes. “I am not human.”
Eric grimaced, feeling Godric's scorn and anger. He leaned close and cradled Godric's face in his hands. “When you drank from me, you felt... you understood that I love you, didn’t you? You knew?”
“...Yes.”
Looking at his Maker’s troubled face, it dawned on Eric that Godric had never trusted anyone before, nor been trusted. He had never befriended anyone, or been friends with another. He felt almost sick with pity and hoped Godric couldn’t feel it.
Before Eric, his Maker had never been loved by anyone, nor had he loved anyone in return.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Godric whispered. Eric could feel his Maker trembling.
“Then how can you doubt me when I say I love you and that I’ll love you,” Eric kissed him tenderly, “always and forever?”
A solitary red tear rolled down Godric's cheek. “Always and forever?”
Eric twined his arms around Godric's neck and kissed him softly. Eric's tongue stroked his lips, and slowly his kisses grew fiercer, more demanding. Godric shifted his head as Eric trailed kisses up his neck to just below his ear, licking and biting. His Maker moaned softly and pulled him closer.
Eric returned to his lips, gentle kisses, moving slowly from one side to the other. Godric's eyes closed as he sighed in pleasure, and Eric pressed a soft kiss to each of his eyelids.
“Yes,” Eric whispered and Godric opened his eyes. “Always and forever.”
Nodding, Godric relaxed and to Eric's delight, that peaceful expression returned. Eric kissed him, wanting to always stay in this loving embrace.
“I love you.” Godric's grey eyes full of wonder and adoration. “Always and forever.”