Date Night.
Title: Date Night
Author: septemberoses
Fandom: True Blood/Queer as Folk crossover
Rating: PG13/R for impure thoughts, language, Eric
Pairing: Eric/Godric/(Justin/Brian)
Word Count: 2300
Summary: Eric and Godric are looking for company for the evening...
There were men -- men everywhere, men all around them near the bar and spread out across the dance floor, a veritable smorgasbord of promiscuous opportunity. They were in various states of undress and intoxication -- men who were drinking and doing the sorts of drugs fashionable these days. Lots and lots of poppers. Coke was clearly having a bit of a comeback, although Eric wasn't sure it had ever really gone out of style with this crowd. Men in leather, men in tight tee shirts, men in outrageous costumes - which, why not? It was nominally a costume ball, and would certainly look that way when you walked into the front door of the vast, cavernous space. Eric judged it to be almost sixty feet to the catwalks mounted to the ceiling. He'd already flown the two of them up there earlier for a different vantage point … and some alone time, of course. They could do anything they wanted while they watched from up there, and Eric had done exactly what he'd liked to Godric, bent precariously over the edge of the steel railing with one of Eric's arms around his waist, Godric's mouth slightly open as he stared unseeing at the dance floor far below, Eric grunting with exertion.
But they were back down on the floor now, where the dance music was loud and pulsing. It had taken him time, decades ago, to learn to ignore the noise levels; humans must be functionally deaf, and if they weren't this level of noise would probably do it. But nobody was planning on doing much chit-chatting anyway, so it didn't matter. And the smell - of smoke and liquor and sweaty bodies and weed and the strange chemical aroma of poppers, and above it all the sea-wet tang of sex - that hung in the air in here more than made up for it. They should bottle that mix as room spray; it gave Eric an instantaneous, raging hard-on. Godric would tease Eric as he caught him taking deep, unnecessary breaths, as if they were on a hike in the bracing mountain air instead of trolling for takeout in a gay bar in the Meatpacking district.
"What about them?" Godric gestured at the two men toward the end of the packed bar. Eric laughed.
"Oh, they'd love you," he said. The big, burly ones always did; these two looked like extras in a porn movie about gay Nazis. "You're such a natural bottom. I'll watch." Godric poked him in the ribs.
"You're just jealous."
Godric liked to come to New York for long weekends to do just this, although he always managed to squeeze in some dull cultural outing as well, to which Eric would be dragged. They'd been doing this for years. Eric had brought him the first time, just for the joy of watching Godric's face as they explored the wonders of the back rooms. Eric had watched Godric watching wide-eyed at the humans playing on the swings…
"Oh. Him." Eric looked. A small, dark-haired boy who looked like an underwear model.
"Thanks, I've already got my barely-legal," Eric said, nipping at Godric's neck; he was trying to keep his fangs under control, although there were plenty of humans here for whom it would only be a plus, and in any case they didn't lie about it. Pretending they were human was beneath them, mostly, except for a very particular game in which Eric would be the vampire lending out his tiny tattooed boy for fucking and other diversions while he watched. But that wasn't tonight's game.
"What about them?"
"Too muscled-up. It's all steroids, they get that acne all over their backs."
"Aren't you fussy."
"I like them to have a little softness to them." Eric slid his hand gently across Godric's ass. "Although we'd better pick soon before you're abducted."
"Like they're not looking at you that way."
"Oh, they're looking, all right, but not that way." It was true. They both knew it. Eric wouldn't have any trouble at all getting laid in this room, but there was something about Godric, in his too-small tee shirt that displayed his tattoos, and his too-small jeans that hugged his ass, that a certain kind of predatory man found irresistible. A man like--
"Wait. Godric, what about him?" Eric smiled. "Them. Both of them."
The two humans were leaning against a wall twenty feet away, looking out into the room, a funny mirrored image of Eric and Godric, except that their coloring was reversed and the boy was leaning back against the man, who had his arm across the boy's chest, an act of possession. Eric thought that if that were his boy, he'd be keeping one arm across him as well. They were a striking couple, the man with longish, dark hair parted in the middle, his face an arresting combination of fierceness and tenderness. He was fit but not steroid-enhanced; he looked perhaps in his middle thirties, although it was hard to tell. He was tall, although not as tall as Eric.
The boy could truly be described as beautiful, even in this sea of good-looking men. He had blond hair, cropped at the sides and back and longer on top, and pale, flawless skin, and the sort of patrician looks that cried out for a spread in a Ralph Lauren picnic ad, although if Eric were doing the spreading they wouldn't be nibbling food on that blanket under the trees. Eric wondered whether he was even twenty. He had an exceedingly sensuous mouth. They both did.
"Look at their mouths," Godric said.
"I know." Mouths like that were always a good sign.
"Eric, look." Eric's eyes cut to the right. There was another vampire watching those humans as well; there were a lot of vampires here tonight, more than usual, although there were more than enough humans to go around. Even the most pathetic vampire could likely get laid in this place. The sexual opportunities were vast, although the feeding was less enticing. Human blood tasted of whatever you put into the body, and these boys frequently tasted a little off due to the drugging. The meth addicts you could smell twenty feet away, and those were best avoided.
"I think we should get over there," Godric said. "I doubt we could do any better. You do the talking."
Eric smiled to himself. Another good sign. Godric could be finicky, and sometimes it was hard pleasing both of them equally. These two looked perfect. They approached at what was an exceedingly slow pace for vampires, not wanting to scare them off.
Eric stopped on the dance floor a few feet in front of them, impossible to miss. His arm was now draped across Godric's chest in an imitation of the other man's gesture. They'd started the mating dance; the signal was clear. The man's eyes focused on them first, and Eric experienced a pleasant little shock. He was looking at them as appraisingly as they'd looked at him. He didn't look displeased. He also didn't look too drunk or high; it was just past midnight, Eric didn't like to leave it too late. Enough so that they were relaxed, but not so late that they were drunk or otherwise compromised in a way that affected their performance.
The man took another sip of his drink.
"Looking for something?" the man said. There was a challenge in his voice. Eric liked that.
"Not any more. I think we've found it." Eric's expression of interest was obvious; he smiled a little, revealing his fangs. He had a feeling … yes. The man smiled back in return, only wider, the sullen expression on his face lifting. He glanced at Godric and then turned his gaze back to Eric. The negotiating would be between them.
"Is he yours?" the man asked.
"Yes, but I'm willing to share with the deserving. It's a shame not to. Also it keeps him in practice." The man chuckled and took another swallow of his drink.
"What do you think, sunshine?" Sunshine. Now that was a fitting nickname, Eric thought. The boy practically glowed in the dark, although he looked a little dubious about the proposition.
"Are you both…?" He had a soft voice, lighter than the man's.
"Vampires? Yes. This is Godric. He's the world's oldest teenager." Eric leaned over and kissed Godric on the top of his head, an affectionate gesture that made the man smile.
"I - I don't know." The blond boy had turned his head, saying this half to Eric and half to the man he was with. Eric thought he'd look even more spectacular with Eric's cock in his mouth.
He released his grip on Godric and pulled him along by one hand, so that they were now standing close, right in front of the happy couple. He could glamour them, but where was the fun in that? It was time for some salesmanship.
"We won't hurt you. We're staying at the Palace; we have a suite. You're welcome to join us there for the rest of the evening. We have a car waiting outside." That almost always worked. Being dragged back to one of the finest hotels in New York usually reassured the humans that whatever they were in for, they'd live to see the dawn, and the hotel staff in turn would look the other way at any overnight visitors.
"How about it?" the man said, in a growl, into the boy's ear. "Beats the hell out of your apartment. You can see how the other half lives."
The boy rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Eric cocked his head. For all the boy's looks, there was something thoughtful about him, something appraising. He wasn't a little toy to be trifled with. Eric wasn't opposed to stupidity if it came packaged with that kind of angelic beauty, but brains were nice too.
"Are you in school here?" Eric couldn't resist. He wondered if he should ask for some identification just to be on the safe side, although whatever the kid produced was likely to be fake, since you had to be 21 to get into the club. Well, surely he was at least the age of consent.
"I'm twenty-one," the boy said, his voice a little cool. "If that's why you're asking. I'm an artist. I'm getting my MFA."
"And I'm paying for it," the man said. "He's part of my portfolio of investments."
"I bet that's producing some nice returns," Eric said, studying the boy. He was imagining him facedown on the bed, naked, arms tied up gently with a silk scarf behind his back. He was glad they had such a large bed. Room for all.
"He's just visiting," the boy added. He smiled and looked up at the man. "He can't tear himself away for long." His voice was mocking; it must be a joke between them.
"Well, I admit I can see his side of it," Eric said.
"What about him?" The man asked, staring at Godric, who was, admittedly, looking a bit bashful. Eric smiled. So. This could work nicely.
"What about him? He'll do as he's told." If Godric wanted to play the reluctant virgin, Eric had no objection whatsoever.
"Does he belong to you?"
"Of course." Which was true enough, so far as it went.
"He looks a little shy."
"I'm sure you'll find a way to draw him out. I could make some helpful suggestions if you'd like."
The dark-haired man threw back the rest of his drink, eyeing Godric like a starving man looks at a plateful of food.
"Oh, I think I can manage just fine, but I'll keep that in mind." He glanced down at his boy.
"Well?"
"If you're sure."
"He's nervous about the vampire aspect. You'll be his first."
"I'd be honored. Not your first, though."
"How'd you guess?"
"You have a certain something."
"A smell? What is it, anyway?"
"A smell. It's not a bad smell." Eric stepped closer, putting his face next to the man's neck, careful not to touch the boy, as he'd not been given permission by his master. It would be too forward of him at this point. He breathed in. It was true. The man smelled delicious, clean and dirty at once. He could hear the man's heartbeat speed up. This evening held a lot of promise.
"We should go." Eric didn't want to rush things with these two, but dawn was less than six hours away. Perhaps they could take them side by side, he and this man behind the other two, making them moan in unison. He'd bet good money that the blond boy was as willing and tight as Godric was. He hoped the man was as hung as he appeared from the bulge in his tight jeans; Godric liked it when it hurt a little.
The dark-haired man shrugged. They still didn’t know each other's names, which suited Eric just fine; it made it more arousing, if such a thing were possible. But he had a gut feeling they'd be sharing that information before dawn, along with a phone number or two, if these humans lived up to their potential. One didn't treat a find like this carelessly.
"Come on, sunshine," the man said. "Let's broaden your queer horizons, it's why you moved to New York, isn't it? Besides, we're running out of ways you can lose your virginity."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "I could think of a few more. So, you're coming?"
The man laughed. "I fucking hope so."
And they headed for the door and the sleek black town car, waiting to take them to the hotel.
Author: septemberoses
Fandom: True Blood/Queer as Folk crossover
Rating: PG13/R for impure thoughts, language, Eric
Pairing: Eric/Godric/(Justin/Brian)
Word Count: 2300
Summary: Eric and Godric are looking for company for the evening...
There were men -- men everywhere, men all around them near the bar and spread out across the dance floor, a veritable smorgasbord of promiscuous opportunity. They were in various states of undress and intoxication -- men who were drinking and doing the sorts of drugs fashionable these days. Lots and lots of poppers. Coke was clearly having a bit of a comeback, although Eric wasn't sure it had ever really gone out of style with this crowd. Men in leather, men in tight tee shirts, men in outrageous costumes - which, why not? It was nominally a costume ball, and would certainly look that way when you walked into the front door of the vast, cavernous space. Eric judged it to be almost sixty feet to the catwalks mounted to the ceiling. He'd already flown the two of them up there earlier for a different vantage point … and some alone time, of course. They could do anything they wanted while they watched from up there, and Eric had done exactly what he'd liked to Godric, bent precariously over the edge of the steel railing with one of Eric's arms around his waist, Godric's mouth slightly open as he stared unseeing at the dance floor far below, Eric grunting with exertion.
But they were back down on the floor now, where the dance music was loud and pulsing. It had taken him time, decades ago, to learn to ignore the noise levels; humans must be functionally deaf, and if they weren't this level of noise would probably do it. But nobody was planning on doing much chit-chatting anyway, so it didn't matter. And the smell - of smoke and liquor and sweaty bodies and weed and the strange chemical aroma of poppers, and above it all the sea-wet tang of sex - that hung in the air in here more than made up for it. They should bottle that mix as room spray; it gave Eric an instantaneous, raging hard-on. Godric would tease Eric as he caught him taking deep, unnecessary breaths, as if they were on a hike in the bracing mountain air instead of trolling for takeout in a gay bar in the Meatpacking district.
"What about them?" Godric gestured at the two men toward the end of the packed bar. Eric laughed.
"Oh, they'd love you," he said. The big, burly ones always did; these two looked like extras in a porn movie about gay Nazis. "You're such a natural bottom. I'll watch." Godric poked him in the ribs.
"You're just jealous."
Godric liked to come to New York for long weekends to do just this, although he always managed to squeeze in some dull cultural outing as well, to which Eric would be dragged. They'd been doing this for years. Eric had brought him the first time, just for the joy of watching Godric's face as they explored the wonders of the back rooms. Eric had watched Godric watching wide-eyed at the humans playing on the swings…
"Oh. Him." Eric looked. A small, dark-haired boy who looked like an underwear model.
"Thanks, I've already got my barely-legal," Eric said, nipping at Godric's neck; he was trying to keep his fangs under control, although there were plenty of humans here for whom it would only be a plus, and in any case they didn't lie about it. Pretending they were human was beneath them, mostly, except for a very particular game in which Eric would be the vampire lending out his tiny tattooed boy for fucking and other diversions while he watched. But that wasn't tonight's game.
"What about them?"
"Too muscled-up. It's all steroids, they get that acne all over their backs."
"Aren't you fussy."
"I like them to have a little softness to them." Eric slid his hand gently across Godric's ass. "Although we'd better pick soon before you're abducted."
"Like they're not looking at you that way."
"Oh, they're looking, all right, but not that way." It was true. They both knew it. Eric wouldn't have any trouble at all getting laid in this room, but there was something about Godric, in his too-small tee shirt that displayed his tattoos, and his too-small jeans that hugged his ass, that a certain kind of predatory man found irresistible. A man like--
"Wait. Godric, what about him?" Eric smiled. "Them. Both of them."
The two humans were leaning against a wall twenty feet away, looking out into the room, a funny mirrored image of Eric and Godric, except that their coloring was reversed and the boy was leaning back against the man, who had his arm across the boy's chest, an act of possession. Eric thought that if that were his boy, he'd be keeping one arm across him as well. They were a striking couple, the man with longish, dark hair parted in the middle, his face an arresting combination of fierceness and tenderness. He was fit but not steroid-enhanced; he looked perhaps in his middle thirties, although it was hard to tell. He was tall, although not as tall as Eric.
The boy could truly be described as beautiful, even in this sea of good-looking men. He had blond hair, cropped at the sides and back and longer on top, and pale, flawless skin, and the sort of patrician looks that cried out for a spread in a Ralph Lauren picnic ad, although if Eric were doing the spreading they wouldn't be nibbling food on that blanket under the trees. Eric wondered whether he was even twenty. He had an exceedingly sensuous mouth. They both did.
"Look at their mouths," Godric said.
"I know." Mouths like that were always a good sign.
"Eric, look." Eric's eyes cut to the right. There was another vampire watching those humans as well; there were a lot of vampires here tonight, more than usual, although there were more than enough humans to go around. Even the most pathetic vampire could likely get laid in this place. The sexual opportunities were vast, although the feeding was less enticing. Human blood tasted of whatever you put into the body, and these boys frequently tasted a little off due to the drugging. The meth addicts you could smell twenty feet away, and those were best avoided.
"I think we should get over there," Godric said. "I doubt we could do any better. You do the talking."
Eric smiled to himself. Another good sign. Godric could be finicky, and sometimes it was hard pleasing both of them equally. These two looked perfect. They approached at what was an exceedingly slow pace for vampires, not wanting to scare them off.
Eric stopped on the dance floor a few feet in front of them, impossible to miss. His arm was now draped across Godric's chest in an imitation of the other man's gesture. They'd started the mating dance; the signal was clear. The man's eyes focused on them first, and Eric experienced a pleasant little shock. He was looking at them as appraisingly as they'd looked at him. He didn't look displeased. He also didn't look too drunk or high; it was just past midnight, Eric didn't like to leave it too late. Enough so that they were relaxed, but not so late that they were drunk or otherwise compromised in a way that affected their performance.
The man took another sip of his drink.
"Looking for something?" the man said. There was a challenge in his voice. Eric liked that.
"Not any more. I think we've found it." Eric's expression of interest was obvious; he smiled a little, revealing his fangs. He had a feeling … yes. The man smiled back in return, only wider, the sullen expression on his face lifting. He glanced at Godric and then turned his gaze back to Eric. The negotiating would be between them.
"Is he yours?" the man asked.
"Yes, but I'm willing to share with the deserving. It's a shame not to. Also it keeps him in practice." The man chuckled and took another swallow of his drink.
"What do you think, sunshine?" Sunshine. Now that was a fitting nickname, Eric thought. The boy practically glowed in the dark, although he looked a little dubious about the proposition.
"Are you both…?" He had a soft voice, lighter than the man's.
"Vampires? Yes. This is Godric. He's the world's oldest teenager." Eric leaned over and kissed Godric on the top of his head, an affectionate gesture that made the man smile.
"I - I don't know." The blond boy had turned his head, saying this half to Eric and half to the man he was with. Eric thought he'd look even more spectacular with Eric's cock in his mouth.
He released his grip on Godric and pulled him along by one hand, so that they were now standing close, right in front of the happy couple. He could glamour them, but where was the fun in that? It was time for some salesmanship.
"We won't hurt you. We're staying at the Palace; we have a suite. You're welcome to join us there for the rest of the evening. We have a car waiting outside." That almost always worked. Being dragged back to one of the finest hotels in New York usually reassured the humans that whatever they were in for, they'd live to see the dawn, and the hotel staff in turn would look the other way at any overnight visitors.
"How about it?" the man said, in a growl, into the boy's ear. "Beats the hell out of your apartment. You can see how the other half lives."
The boy rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Eric cocked his head. For all the boy's looks, there was something thoughtful about him, something appraising. He wasn't a little toy to be trifled with. Eric wasn't opposed to stupidity if it came packaged with that kind of angelic beauty, but brains were nice too.
"Are you in school here?" Eric couldn't resist. He wondered if he should ask for some identification just to be on the safe side, although whatever the kid produced was likely to be fake, since you had to be 21 to get into the club. Well, surely he was at least the age of consent.
"I'm twenty-one," the boy said, his voice a little cool. "If that's why you're asking. I'm an artist. I'm getting my MFA."
"And I'm paying for it," the man said. "He's part of my portfolio of investments."
"I bet that's producing some nice returns," Eric said, studying the boy. He was imagining him facedown on the bed, naked, arms tied up gently with a silk scarf behind his back. He was glad they had such a large bed. Room for all.
"He's just visiting," the boy added. He smiled and looked up at the man. "He can't tear himself away for long." His voice was mocking; it must be a joke between them.
"Well, I admit I can see his side of it," Eric said.
"What about him?" The man asked, staring at Godric, who was, admittedly, looking a bit bashful. Eric smiled. So. This could work nicely.
"What about him? He'll do as he's told." If Godric wanted to play the reluctant virgin, Eric had no objection whatsoever.
"Does he belong to you?"
"Of course." Which was true enough, so far as it went.
"He looks a little shy."
"I'm sure you'll find a way to draw him out. I could make some helpful suggestions if you'd like."
The dark-haired man threw back the rest of his drink, eyeing Godric like a starving man looks at a plateful of food.
"Oh, I think I can manage just fine, but I'll keep that in mind." He glanced down at his boy.
"Well?"
"If you're sure."
"He's nervous about the vampire aspect. You'll be his first."
"I'd be honored. Not your first, though."
"How'd you guess?"
"You have a certain something."
"A smell? What is it, anyway?"
"A smell. It's not a bad smell." Eric stepped closer, putting his face next to the man's neck, careful not to touch the boy, as he'd not been given permission by his master. It would be too forward of him at this point. He breathed in. It was true. The man smelled delicious, clean and dirty at once. He could hear the man's heartbeat speed up. This evening held a lot of promise.
"We should go." Eric didn't want to rush things with these two, but dawn was less than six hours away. Perhaps they could take them side by side, he and this man behind the other two, making them moan in unison. He'd bet good money that the blond boy was as willing and tight as Godric was. He hoped the man was as hung as he appeared from the bulge in his tight jeans; Godric liked it when it hurt a little.
The dark-haired man shrugged. They still didn’t know each other's names, which suited Eric just fine; it made it more arousing, if such a thing were possible. But he had a gut feeling they'd be sharing that information before dawn, along with a phone number or two, if these humans lived up to their potential. One didn't treat a find like this carelessly.
"Come on, sunshine," the man said. "Let's broaden your queer horizons, it's why you moved to New York, isn't it? Besides, we're running out of ways you can lose your virginity."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "I could think of a few more. So, you're coming?"
The man laughed. "I fucking hope so."
And they headed for the door and the sleek black town car, waiting to take them to the hotel.