The Foursome
Title: The Foursome
Author: septemberoses
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eric/Godric/(Justin/Brian from Queer as Folk)
Word Count: 4700
Summary: And thus we proceed with the sexing… this is a sequel to Date Night, when Godric and Eric pick Brian and Justin up in a bar. Now the four of them are in a suite at the Palace Hotel in New York…
Note: Don't worry, QAF won't be infesting all my TB fics, but was there ever a more perfect couple to include in a Godric/Eric foursome? (If you have no idea who Brian and Justin are, here's some NSFW picspam in my journal, and I've added a QAF tag to my posts. If you're looking for threat/non-con, go read Justin/Eric in Change in Plans.) I don't maintain one POV in this fic, it's a pain when writing a foursome. Thanks to DOPS for the Banner - I hope this fic brings you cheer!
"Okay, let's talk about some ground rules," the man said. Eric guessed that if you were hung like that you could set some boundaries, although if it were Eric he'd have done the negotiating before he took his pants off and climbed into bed. As it was, Eric wasn't overly concerned with humans and their rules.
"First off, no biting where other people can see it, like too high on the neck. I've got a presentation this week. And I don't want people getting the wrong idea about him either."
"What idea, that he likes kinky sex with strangers?" Eric kept his face straight as he said it.
The man smiled.
"Something like that. Second, everybody's wearing condoms."
"We're vampires."
"Well, I don't want little Justin here getting confused about what his dick's supposed to look like when he's sticking it in someone. No barebacking. Sorry. That's non-negotiable."
"Fine," Eric said calmly. He'd save any objections for things that mattered.
"Also, nobody's fucking me," the man said.
Eric raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The man looked at him then. "You heard me," he said, his voice hard.
Eric reached over then and put a hand on the man's shoulder. His fangs were out a bit already in anticipation.
"Everyone bottoms in this bed, sweetheart. Even you. Although I promise I'll be very gentle, since apparently it's your first time." And with that he shoved the man's face down into the sheets, happy to have sorted out where he'd be starting off. These first few moments could be a bit awkward.
The man grunted, Eric pushing into him more roughly than he might have done with someone else, and certainly harder than he'd fuck the boy, who even if he was a total slut was still very young… it was nothing less than the man deserved. The nice thing about picking up a pair like this was that nobody needed tender words and handholding. They were all there to fuck, hard, in as many ways as they could. Eric held both the man's hands in his own, their fingers twined loosely on the sheets, the man positioned for Eric's maximum enjoyment.
Godric and the boy were busy next to them; Eric turned his head to look. The boy was watching them, hair falling in his eyes, his mouth open and gasping, chest to the sheets and hips in the air. It was a pretty picture. The boy groaned, his eyes closing for a moment. Godric was holding a fistful of the boy's golden hair in one hand, the other supporting his hips as he fucked him in deep, irregular strokes.
Godric smiled at Eric, his fangs out. Eric wondered how much longer he'd be able to hold off. The boy smelled absurdly good.
"How is he?" Godric asked, his eyes darting from Eric to the man trembling underneath him.
"He's nice and tight … oh, you mean how is he? I'm not sure, shall I ask?"
Eric leaned his head down so he could whisper in the man's ear.
"How are you?" He licked the man behind his ear as he slammed into him, going as deep as he could go and holding it for a moment. He wasn't expecting a response, and he didn't get one. The man was covered with a sheen of sweat, his hair damp, his eyes half open as he battled to stay upright. He was pretty fucking tight. Eric laughed to himself. Serves you right, you should let that kid top more often, Eric thought. He knew if he shifted himself a little the man would come, he was that close, but Eric didn't want him to come. Not yet.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"Of course," Eric said, equably. "No, get back here and spread your legs."
"Eric, stop that, where are your manners? He's only teasing you," Godric said to the boy. What had he said his name was? Justin. "It's true, it hurts for a moment, but then it's quite nice. Ask your boyfriend, he'll tell you."
Said boyfriend was curled up against a pillow, drink in hand, watching them. He seemed to have survived his fucking in good working order, yelling out in the end. He'd come right after Eric buried his fangs in his shoulder. But Eric was still hungry.
"Justin, don't be such a twat," the man said. "He's right, you'll like it. Now spread your legs for the nice vampire."
"Okay …. Just don't - go anywhere."
"Where the hell would I go? Now go on. Let him bite you. You know you want it. Here, I'll even hold your hand." And he did.
The boy tried to get away at the last second, fear on his face. But Eric only pulled him gently down again as if he were a fragile newborn, not wanting to bruise him. His eyes were already focused intently on the precise spot where he was going to feed.
"No - no, I changed my mind-"
And he made a squeaking noise as Eric, ignoring his fussing, sank his fangs into the pale, tender skin of his inner thigh, holding the boy's legs to the bed so he couldn't kick.
Brian watched Eric drink slow swallows from Justin's thigh, inside and up close to his dick, which was leaking little droplets. He could feel himself getting hard again just looking at them. His ass was sore; it had been awhile since he'd taken a pounding like that. It was worth it, especially at the end, the way the whole world tilted sideways and disappeared after the vampire fucking him leaned down and bit him on the back of his neck, into his shoulder. It hurt and he thought he'd yelled, the muscles of his ass contracting so that Eric groaned on top of him, only by the time he could even think about how much that bite hurt, it was already turning into something else, like a dozen hungry mouths on him at the same time, sucking on every part he wanted sucked. He wasn't sure how long that part had lasted. It felt like time sped up and slowed down at once. He tried to hold on as long as he could, pushing up against Eric - who was huge, in all ways, it was strange to be under a body that big - pushing his hips back, wanting it harder, deeper, wanting that feeling to last until he almost passed out because he'd forgotten to breathe.
Eric lifted his head and looked at Godric. He shouldn't toy with the boy like this, but …
"Godric, come here and taste him. He's delicious." And Eric rose up and moved out of the way, wiping his hand carelessly across his bloody mouth.
"Are you sure?"
"Go ahead. You finish him." He couldn't quite believe the boy hadn't come already. Eric wanted to lean down and lick the sweet stickiness off his belly and suck him till he came, which would take about eight seconds, but that wasn't fair to Godric, who deserved it for letting Eric have him first. Godric loved that part especially.
"He's all right, isn't he?" The man was watching them closely.
Eric crawled across the bed and sat below the man's chest, straddling him.
"What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't."
"Of course not. He's fine. It's his first time, we want to make it nice for him."
"Sure … and why the hell would you care?"
"Because the little boys won't play with us if we're nasty." Eric lowered some more of his weight onto the man, who was refusing to complain, although Eric could feel him tensing under the force of it. This man wasn't sweet like the boy, but he had his own peculiar charms.
"If you were mine," Eric said, "I'd screw you every night and make you thank me for it."
"Is that what you do to him?" The man was watching his boy squirm under Godric's attentions. Eric understood. It was exciting to watch a vampire with his face in there like that - the blood, those dangerous fangs so close to the vital equipment.
"Godric's stronger than he looks," Eric said. "Although I'll let you in on a little secret, since you were such a good sport about the fucking." Eric pulled the man's arms up over his head and leaned down closer.
"If you rim him he'll do anything you want. But he won't ask, because he's ashamed. He thinks it's disgusting." He could feel the man's cock hard already underneath him. Clearly that idea was a winner.
The man looked at him and back to the other two. And then he pushed until Eric got the hint and rose up off of him. The boy could come at any time; Godric still lapped at his blood, but slower now.
Then the man moved behind where Godric was sprawled on the bed, his expression thoughtful. Eric sprung into action then and stuffed a pillow under his maker's hips, lending a helping hand. He could see where this was going.
"Did you get all of it?" the man demanded of Godric.
"--- yes -"
"Are you sure?"
" - oh -"
A pause. Godric moaned as if he were dying. It made Eric want to moan along with him, hearing him like that. He was pretty far gone; it was hard to get him to that state of helpless arousal, and Eric ought to know.
"I said, are you sure?"
"-yes, yes-"
"Well, you better go check and make sure you licked up every last drop, because he's mine and I want him clean."
Godric's eyes were closed as he lifted his head off the boy's stomach again, moving in slow motion, and began to lick, although the boy's skin was already slick and clean there.
Eric watched, mesmerized. He almost never got to see anyone else do this to Godric, because Godric was, in fact, mortified by rimming and the effect it had on him. Any mention of it made him turn away in stony silence. Considering all the sorts of things they did with each other, Eric still had no idea why.
"You're kind of a whore, aren't you?" The man stopped again, teasing. It was driving Godric right out of his mind.
"If you were mine I'd make you do this in front of everyone, so they could see what a little slut you really are. I'd take you back to that club and prop you up on the bar on your knees and elbows and line up some friendly volunteers to lick your ass in front of a whole room of people. How'd you like that?"
He pushed forward, raising Godric's hips even higher. Godric was trembling, his face pressed against the boy's stomach. Eric had never seen him so completely undone by a human; he was practically in tears. This man was talented, no doubt about it.
"Are you embarrassed? Because you should be. You're fucking ashamed of yourself, aren’t you? No, stop hiding your face like that. Lift your head up and look your boyfriend in the eye so he can watch you while you come, because that's what's going to happen when I stick my tongue back in you. Go on. Look at him."
Godric lifted his head and faced Eric, taking a long moment to meet his eye. And at the look on his face - bewildered, humiliated, and aroused - Eric almost came right then and there.
"--- no, why should I mind? Go on with your annoying, nosy questions-"
"-look, I'm lying here letting you stare at my balls-"
It was true. The boy had his legs spread wide, face down. It was the most beautiful view in the world. Eric couldn't have shaved them more cleanly if he'd done it himself. He wondered if the boy would object if he licked them some more, and down that sweet crack …
"… what? What did you say?"
"I asked if you love him."
"… Godric? Of course."
"Well, are you together?"
Together. Trying to explain things to humans was impossible.
"We don't live together, no. We're in different cities, not too far apart. We visit. Usually I fly back and forth." It was like trying to speak another language in which you weren't entirely fluent.
"So do we. He visits me here, I don't go back to Pittsburgh much." The boy turned his head and looked at Eric then. "He wanted me to come here. He wanted me to be free, to live my own life. Not to sacrifice what I wanted for him."
"Well, that sounds sensible."
"When I first moved here, I was afraid I'd never see him again."
"And yet here you both are, together, getting your brains fucked out, just like old times."
"I love him." The boy laughed. "I miss him so much. I want him - I miss having him -" He stopped then, looking flustered. He was still shaken from the feeding, the intensity tended to throw them the first time, no matter how much they enjoyed it… what the hell. It wouldn't kill Eric to indulge the kid a little, since he'd taken them both on like a champion.
Eric said, "But don't you think he wants to know that you didn't settle for him? He doesn’t want that burden hanging around his neck."
"But what if he forgets me? What he meets someone else?"
"What if he falls down and hits his head, or steps in front of a bus, or a meteor lands on him?" Eric mocked him. "He's here, isn't he? It's - what - a few hours' drive? A short flight?" Eric snorted. "It's not like you moved to Borneo. I hope you don't whine at him like that."
"I don't. I might go to Florence next year, actually. It would be amazing, the art I'd see. I haven't been anywhere. Not anywhere like that. Brian even said he'd pay. But I feel guilty about taking his money."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm not having this conversation with you. He'll come visit. Or he won't. Either way you're a fool not to go."
"I might not see him for months."
"You'll make do. You'll see each other when you can."
"Well, sure, but you said Godric's not too far away, right?"
"I wasn't talking of Godric."
"But I thought -- it's someone different?"
"Yes. I've a boy. In Denmark. And he's not mooning around the house day after day waiting for me to call, either."
"Does Godric know?"
"Of course he knows."
"How does he feel about it?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"I just wondered."
"He thinks I'm an idiot … no, keep your legs apart. Like they were. So I can see where we bit you."
"Oh. Sorry."
Justin lifted his head then and looked toward the bathroom.
"Are they …?"
"That's what it sounds like."
"Jesus. I can't believe Brian's up for it again already."
Eric listened.
"That's Godric."
"Fucking him? No way."
"Just because he doesn't let you fuck him-"
"No. There's no way he'd let himself be fucked again."
"Well, you're wrong."
"I'll bet you fifty dollars I'm not."
Eric thought for a moment.
"If you're right I'll give you a hundred. If I'm right you'll give a little something to me. Tonight, before you go."
"What kind of something?"
"Well, since you're right, it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Seriously, like a sex thing? Is it disgusting?"
"How should I know? You don't strike me as overly fussy. Are you?"
"I can't decide just like that, you need to tell me what you want."
"Two hundred dollars. And you can fuck me after if you're up for it. Since I screwed your boyfriend I figure that makes you the top dog, doesn't it?"
The boy grinned at that. He really was a pretty thing.
"Okay, you're on, only … you can't fuck me again, okay? I can barely walk as it is. I guess it's true about vampires, isn't it?"
"Fine. Don't be gone too long, though, I'm missing the view already."
Justin rolled slowly off the bed. The kid was walking a little funny. Eric knew how he felt, there was something about Godric's technique that left you feeling thoroughly fucked. And that was before Eric had his turn. He made the boy suck him first so he could feel that sweet, warm mouth before having him, legs up, so he could go deep, although he'd been nice enough about it. The kid was obviously used to cock.
Justin opened the bathroom door slowly and stuck his head in. The sounds of grunts were louder. He paused for a long minute, watching.
"Fuck. Fuck me," he said under his breath.
Then he turned around, glaring at Eric.
All right, what do you want me to do?"
Eric smiled.
"Actually …. wait just a minute, okay?" Justin said. "I really want to watch this." And his blond head disappeared into the bathroom and out of view. Eric dropped back to the pillow and stretched his arms wide. He knew Godric wouldn't mind the audience one bit, but he'd seen the show before. He wanted to enjoy thinking of what he'd be doing to the boy, now that he'd won their little bet. He had some ideas.
Brian was making a sound he'd never heard before, not in all their fucking, it freaked Justin out for half a second, because there were small drops of blood all over - the whole white-bathroom thing seemed like a mistake with vampires. There was blood on the bath mat and the towel and smeared across Brian's chest in two broad streaks. Brian's face was twisted like he was in pain, the look he sometimes got when sex got really intense - only now his face seemed stuck like that. Godric had his head down near Brian's nipple, that's where the blood was coming from… it was kind of gross. Instead of sucking, the way Eric had done, he let it bleed onto Brian's skin and then flicked it off with his tongue. Only every time he did that - and his tongue was just touching the holes with the blood, it wasn't going over Brian's actual nipple - Brian jerked and let out a groan.
The whole thing was kind of hot, in a different way than watching Eric, who had fucked Brian so hard it made Justin wince a little, thinking about what it would be like having that dick rammed into him. This young vampire was pretty average-sized, although he was kind of thick, and he was moving slowly, Brian's legs up and over the vampire's back, who didn't look like he noticed the extra weight at all. He had the coolest tattoos, though, Justin wished again that he had his sketch pad or - better yet - his good camera with him, this would be a picture he'd treasure forever. Maybe he'd draw it later, from memory.
Brian bucked and turned but (this was really weird) Godric didn't move at all when he did, although Justin could see how hard Brian pushed. He was trying to make a space between them, trying to snake his hands in there-
"No," Godric said and pulled Brian's hands away, holding them down with just his fingertips, like it was nothing. Their hips were grinding together. It must be driving Brian crazy. Justin's hand slid down his stomach to his own dick, which was half-hard again--
"You better save that for me, kid," came a lazy voice from the other room. "Or you'll get a spanking." Justin started to stroke himself anyway. Godric looked up at him.
"Come here."
Justin stepped forward and kneeled down next to them.
"Kiss him," Godric said to him. "I want to watch you kiss while I finish him. Do it slowly."
Brian was panting, he looked desperate - it made Justin's dick twitch, looking at his face like that, all covered in sweat. He lifted Brian's head in his hands - it must hurt there on the cold tile - and started to kiss him, putting on a show, fucking Brian's mouth slowly with his tongue.
it was there, red, like a thread a stream we followed it that night in the woods a hare, dead in the snow, red trampled into the white a wolf nearby baring its teeth, we walked following the sound and the smell and when we got to the hot spring the steam rising Eric look at me and you smiled under the moon and oh how beautiful white teeth take me in the water almost burning I can reach back and pull your hair let me oh Eric please please harder -- only this was a different snow and dark inside warm now the lights shining through the window? - oh I see yes this man, his boy they are making love and the snow is falling outside ghosts in the darkness piercing sadness his memory flowing bitter and sweet like the berries, what were they called? Was it… tyttebær … no, that was maybe Danish? lingonberries … I can't remember … but I see your hair thick and so fine like spun gold in the moonlight, like silk in my hands you pull his hair too don't you … bitter … and sweet … sweeter than you let on … watching the snow oh now I see you are crying now I see … I understand … look there, I wrote your name in the dust …that night we slept in the catacombs … I remember … and was it then or later? my feet in the steaming water my hands in the snow you laughed and called me your snow angel … snöänglar … I think … maybe … I think that's it … it has been so long here is the thread in your blood, I can taste it, always love, would that I could die for you and be reborn to die for you again, oh … so bitter and so sweet -
"Kiss him," Godric said to the boy whom this man treasured above gold. "I want to watch you kiss while I finish him. Do it slowly."
The sheets were a bit of a mess. As usual. It smelled good in the room, that smell of sweat and fucking. Eric wanted to go to sleep dirty, just so he could smell Godric like that tomorrow, the way he smelled of other men.
"You sent them home?" Godric sounded sleepy.
"In the car. It seemed the least I could do."
"Particularly after what you bullied that child into. Really, Eric. You can't think he came here this evening expecting that."
"Well, that's what the bathroom's for, isn't it?" Eric closed his eyes and grinned, remembering. He'd been nice enough to wait until the other two vacated it before he dragged Justin back in there. "It's all part of that horizon-broadening they were talking about earlier, Godric, and he lost a bet, fair and square. I didn't notice him complaining much when he came again." Eric had made sure of that, the boy still looking ashamed after what they'd been doing beforehand. Eric liked it when they blushed.
"I suppose you're right … they were a funny pair. I like that man."
"He's a selfish, shameless deviant with a poor sense of boundaries…"
"Yes, I know. He reminds me of someone. I can't think who… stop that, Eric. I'm not interested. It's almost dawn, and besides, haven't you had enough?"
"I can't sleep. I hate sleeping in these goddamn rooms, I don't care how secure they are. I wish I were in my coffin. Or underground."
"Well, you go on then. Go down to your precious tunnels. I'm sleeping right here."
"There's nothing I can do to entice you to join me?"
Godric opened one eye.
"Like what? And I'm still cross at you, by the way."
"About what, the rimming? Oh, come off it. You loved it, there's no use pretending to me."
"I don't think you should enjoy seeing me embarrassed like that. It's unsavory."
"It's fucking hot, is what it is. You with your pretty pale cheeks in the air … "
Eric slid slowly behind him. "Hands grabbing at the bedsheets…"
"Eric. Go away, now you're being tedious. I mean it."
"Mm. Tell you what. You look me right in the eye and say, 'no, Eric, as a matter of fact I don't want you to give me one more slow, deep, gentle fuck in these last few minutes before sunrise.' And I'll go away quiet as a mouse."
Godric turned his face away, arm curled resolutely around the pillow.
"Tell me." Eric said it gently. He could feel it. "What is it? Did you see something?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried. I'm asking you what's wrong. Think how much faster it'll be over if you tell me."
"It's not wrong. I don't know … that man and that boy. It was stronger than I expected, their bond. To taste it like that when I'm not expecting it ... it makes me think of things."
Eric, having curled up against Godric, kissed him gently on the back of his neck. It was no surprise to Eric, those human feelings. He himself thought they burned so incandescently precisely because their lives were so brief. But it always came as a shock to Godric, who could see and taste in ways that Eric couldn't.
"What sorts of things?"
"Well, it was odd… do you remember the thermal springs? In the great cold? You'd been carrying me on your back for weeks, because of the snows… and one night there was the wolf. And the blood from the thing he'd killed … it looked black in the moonlight … the moon was almost full … I think the bottle's under that pillow … if not there's another, you must have left it in the drawer …"
"No, I've got it, right here." Eric smiled. Godric had given in, as he knew he would.
The man had put Godric in some pain when he fucked him, the familiar look of concentration on Godric's face as he clutched at the sheets, although he didn't complain. Godric liked it to hurt when they played that way. He could take care of himself. But the breathers never truly understood that he was always a boy, and a virgin. Eric knew what he wanted now, though.
The jelly was cold in his hand, there was nothing he could do about that, but he went very, very slowly, easing himself in so that it wouldn't hurt at all.
"…. why did you cut your hair?"
"Nobody wears it like that now, Godric."
"I miss it … I liked to pull it … do you remember?"
"Of course I remember. That's why I started to tie it back."
" … but I still pulled it … it … was so bright … oh …"
"-like the boy's, tonight."
"He was delicious, Eric, and thank you … for sharing his first blood, that was gracious of you … "
"Are you all right? You're speaking a bit slowly."
"…. You … are a … very wicked vampire…"
"I am your very loving and loyal vampire ... that's it ... be still...." And as Eric moved against him, coaxing him gently with his hands and thoughts, he could feel Godric's own thoughts shifting until they were there, together, again, loving each other tenderly (and not so tenderly) as the mist rose and the snowflakes fell around them and melted in the thermal pool.
Author: septemberoses
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eric/Godric/(Justin/Brian from Queer as Folk)
Word Count: 4700
Summary: And thus we proceed with the sexing… this is a sequel to Date Night, when Godric and Eric pick Brian and Justin up in a bar. Now the four of them are in a suite at the Palace Hotel in New York…
Note: Don't worry, QAF won't be infesting all my TB fics, but was there ever a more perfect couple to include in a Godric/Eric foursome? (If you have no idea who Brian and Justin are, here's some NSFW picspam in my journal, and I've added a QAF tag to my posts. If you're looking for threat/non-con, go read Justin/Eric in Change in Plans.) I don't maintain one POV in this fic, it's a pain when writing a foursome. Thanks to DOPS for the Banner - I hope this fic brings you cheer!
"Okay, let's talk about some ground rules," the man said. Eric guessed that if you were hung like that you could set some boundaries, although if it were Eric he'd have done the negotiating before he took his pants off and climbed into bed. As it was, Eric wasn't overly concerned with humans and their rules.
"First off, no biting where other people can see it, like too high on the neck. I've got a presentation this week. And I don't want people getting the wrong idea about him either."
"What idea, that he likes kinky sex with strangers?" Eric kept his face straight as he said it.
The man smiled.
"Something like that. Second, everybody's wearing condoms."
"We're vampires."
"Well, I don't want little Justin here getting confused about what his dick's supposed to look like when he's sticking it in someone. No barebacking. Sorry. That's non-negotiable."
"Fine," Eric said calmly. He'd save any objections for things that mattered.
"Also, nobody's fucking me," the man said.
Eric raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The man looked at him then. "You heard me," he said, his voice hard.
Eric reached over then and put a hand on the man's shoulder. His fangs were out a bit already in anticipation.
"Everyone bottoms in this bed, sweetheart. Even you. Although I promise I'll be very gentle, since apparently it's your first time." And with that he shoved the man's face down into the sheets, happy to have sorted out where he'd be starting off. These first few moments could be a bit awkward.
The man grunted, Eric pushing into him more roughly than he might have done with someone else, and certainly harder than he'd fuck the boy, who even if he was a total slut was still very young… it was nothing less than the man deserved. The nice thing about picking up a pair like this was that nobody needed tender words and handholding. They were all there to fuck, hard, in as many ways as they could. Eric held both the man's hands in his own, their fingers twined loosely on the sheets, the man positioned for Eric's maximum enjoyment.
Godric and the boy were busy next to them; Eric turned his head to look. The boy was watching them, hair falling in his eyes, his mouth open and gasping, chest to the sheets and hips in the air. It was a pretty picture. The boy groaned, his eyes closing for a moment. Godric was holding a fistful of the boy's golden hair in one hand, the other supporting his hips as he fucked him in deep, irregular strokes.
Godric smiled at Eric, his fangs out. Eric wondered how much longer he'd be able to hold off. The boy smelled absurdly good.
"How is he?" Godric asked, his eyes darting from Eric to the man trembling underneath him.
"He's nice and tight … oh, you mean how is he? I'm not sure, shall I ask?"
Eric leaned his head down so he could whisper in the man's ear.
"How are you?" He licked the man behind his ear as he slammed into him, going as deep as he could go and holding it for a moment. He wasn't expecting a response, and he didn't get one. The man was covered with a sheen of sweat, his hair damp, his eyes half open as he battled to stay upright. He was pretty fucking tight. Eric laughed to himself. Serves you right, you should let that kid top more often, Eric thought. He knew if he shifted himself a little the man would come, he was that close, but Eric didn't want him to come. Not yet.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"Of course," Eric said, equably. "No, get back here and spread your legs."
"Eric, stop that, where are your manners? He's only teasing you," Godric said to the boy. What had he said his name was? Justin. "It's true, it hurts for a moment, but then it's quite nice. Ask your boyfriend, he'll tell you."
Said boyfriend was curled up against a pillow, drink in hand, watching them. He seemed to have survived his fucking in good working order, yelling out in the end. He'd come right after Eric buried his fangs in his shoulder. But Eric was still hungry.
"Justin, don't be such a twat," the man said. "He's right, you'll like it. Now spread your legs for the nice vampire."
"Okay …. Just don't - go anywhere."
"Where the hell would I go? Now go on. Let him bite you. You know you want it. Here, I'll even hold your hand." And he did.
The boy tried to get away at the last second, fear on his face. But Eric only pulled him gently down again as if he were a fragile newborn, not wanting to bruise him. His eyes were already focused intently on the precise spot where he was going to feed.
"No - no, I changed my mind-"
And he made a squeaking noise as Eric, ignoring his fussing, sank his fangs into the pale, tender skin of his inner thigh, holding the boy's legs to the bed so he couldn't kick.
Brian watched Eric drink slow swallows from Justin's thigh, inside and up close to his dick, which was leaking little droplets. He could feel himself getting hard again just looking at them. His ass was sore; it had been awhile since he'd taken a pounding like that. It was worth it, especially at the end, the way the whole world tilted sideways and disappeared after the vampire fucking him leaned down and bit him on the back of his neck, into his shoulder. It hurt and he thought he'd yelled, the muscles of his ass contracting so that Eric groaned on top of him, only by the time he could even think about how much that bite hurt, it was already turning into something else, like a dozen hungry mouths on him at the same time, sucking on every part he wanted sucked. He wasn't sure how long that part had lasted. It felt like time sped up and slowed down at once. He tried to hold on as long as he could, pushing up against Eric - who was huge, in all ways, it was strange to be under a body that big - pushing his hips back, wanting it harder, deeper, wanting that feeling to last until he almost passed out because he'd forgotten to breathe.
Eric lifted his head and looked at Godric. He shouldn't toy with the boy like this, but …
"Godric, come here and taste him. He's delicious." And Eric rose up and moved out of the way, wiping his hand carelessly across his bloody mouth.
"Are you sure?"
"Go ahead. You finish him." He couldn't quite believe the boy hadn't come already. Eric wanted to lean down and lick the sweet stickiness off his belly and suck him till he came, which would take about eight seconds, but that wasn't fair to Godric, who deserved it for letting Eric have him first. Godric loved that part especially.
"He's all right, isn't he?" The man was watching them closely.
Eric crawled across the bed and sat below the man's chest, straddling him.
"What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't."
"Of course not. He's fine. It's his first time, we want to make it nice for him."
"Sure … and why the hell would you care?"
"Because the little boys won't play with us if we're nasty." Eric lowered some more of his weight onto the man, who was refusing to complain, although Eric could feel him tensing under the force of it. This man wasn't sweet like the boy, but he had his own peculiar charms.
"If you were mine," Eric said, "I'd screw you every night and make you thank me for it."
"Is that what you do to him?" The man was watching his boy squirm under Godric's attentions. Eric understood. It was exciting to watch a vampire with his face in there like that - the blood, those dangerous fangs so close to the vital equipment.
"Godric's stronger than he looks," Eric said. "Although I'll let you in on a little secret, since you were such a good sport about the fucking." Eric pulled the man's arms up over his head and leaned down closer.
"If you rim him he'll do anything you want. But he won't ask, because he's ashamed. He thinks it's disgusting." He could feel the man's cock hard already underneath him. Clearly that idea was a winner.
The man looked at him and back to the other two. And then he pushed until Eric got the hint and rose up off of him. The boy could come at any time; Godric still lapped at his blood, but slower now.
Then the man moved behind where Godric was sprawled on the bed, his expression thoughtful. Eric sprung into action then and stuffed a pillow under his maker's hips, lending a helping hand. He could see where this was going.
"Did you get all of it?" the man demanded of Godric.
"--- yes -"
"Are you sure?"
" - oh -"
A pause. Godric moaned as if he were dying. It made Eric want to moan along with him, hearing him like that. He was pretty far gone; it was hard to get him to that state of helpless arousal, and Eric ought to know.
"I said, are you sure?"
"-yes, yes-"
"Well, you better go check and make sure you licked up every last drop, because he's mine and I want him clean."
Godric's eyes were closed as he lifted his head off the boy's stomach again, moving in slow motion, and began to lick, although the boy's skin was already slick and clean there.
Eric watched, mesmerized. He almost never got to see anyone else do this to Godric, because Godric was, in fact, mortified by rimming and the effect it had on him. Any mention of it made him turn away in stony silence. Considering all the sorts of things they did with each other, Eric still had no idea why.
"You're kind of a whore, aren't you?" The man stopped again, teasing. It was driving Godric right out of his mind.
"If you were mine I'd make you do this in front of everyone, so they could see what a little slut you really are. I'd take you back to that club and prop you up on the bar on your knees and elbows and line up some friendly volunteers to lick your ass in front of a whole room of people. How'd you like that?"
He pushed forward, raising Godric's hips even higher. Godric was trembling, his face pressed against the boy's stomach. Eric had never seen him so completely undone by a human; he was practically in tears. This man was talented, no doubt about it.
"Are you embarrassed? Because you should be. You're fucking ashamed of yourself, aren’t you? No, stop hiding your face like that. Lift your head up and look your boyfriend in the eye so he can watch you while you come, because that's what's going to happen when I stick my tongue back in you. Go on. Look at him."
Godric lifted his head and faced Eric, taking a long moment to meet his eye. And at the look on his face - bewildered, humiliated, and aroused - Eric almost came right then and there.
"--- no, why should I mind? Go on with your annoying, nosy questions-"
"-look, I'm lying here letting you stare at my balls-"
It was true. The boy had his legs spread wide, face down. It was the most beautiful view in the world. Eric couldn't have shaved them more cleanly if he'd done it himself. He wondered if the boy would object if he licked them some more, and down that sweet crack …
"… what? What did you say?"
"I asked if you love him."
"… Godric? Of course."
"Well, are you together?"
Together. Trying to explain things to humans was impossible.
"We don't live together, no. We're in different cities, not too far apart. We visit. Usually I fly back and forth." It was like trying to speak another language in which you weren't entirely fluent.
"So do we. He visits me here, I don't go back to Pittsburgh much." The boy turned his head and looked at Eric then. "He wanted me to come here. He wanted me to be free, to live my own life. Not to sacrifice what I wanted for him."
"Well, that sounds sensible."
"When I first moved here, I was afraid I'd never see him again."
"And yet here you both are, together, getting your brains fucked out, just like old times."
"I love him." The boy laughed. "I miss him so much. I want him - I miss having him -" He stopped then, looking flustered. He was still shaken from the feeding, the intensity tended to throw them the first time, no matter how much they enjoyed it… what the hell. It wouldn't kill Eric to indulge the kid a little, since he'd taken them both on like a champion.
Eric said, "But don't you think he wants to know that you didn't settle for him? He doesn’t want that burden hanging around his neck."
"But what if he forgets me? What he meets someone else?"
"What if he falls down and hits his head, or steps in front of a bus, or a meteor lands on him?" Eric mocked him. "He's here, isn't he? It's - what - a few hours' drive? A short flight?" Eric snorted. "It's not like you moved to Borneo. I hope you don't whine at him like that."
"I don't. I might go to Florence next year, actually. It would be amazing, the art I'd see. I haven't been anywhere. Not anywhere like that. Brian even said he'd pay. But I feel guilty about taking his money."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm not having this conversation with you. He'll come visit. Or he won't. Either way you're a fool not to go."
"I might not see him for months."
"You'll make do. You'll see each other when you can."
"Well, sure, but you said Godric's not too far away, right?"
"I wasn't talking of Godric."
"But I thought -- it's someone different?"
"Yes. I've a boy. In Denmark. And he's not mooning around the house day after day waiting for me to call, either."
"Does Godric know?"
"Of course he knows."
"How does he feel about it?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"I just wondered."
"He thinks I'm an idiot … no, keep your legs apart. Like they were. So I can see where we bit you."
"Oh. Sorry."
Justin lifted his head then and looked toward the bathroom.
"Are they …?"
"That's what it sounds like."
"Jesus. I can't believe Brian's up for it again already."
Eric listened.
"That's Godric."
"Fucking him? No way."
"Just because he doesn't let you fuck him-"
"No. There's no way he'd let himself be fucked again."
"Well, you're wrong."
"I'll bet you fifty dollars I'm not."
Eric thought for a moment.
"If you're right I'll give you a hundred. If I'm right you'll give a little something to me. Tonight, before you go."
"What kind of something?"
"Well, since you're right, it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Seriously, like a sex thing? Is it disgusting?"
"How should I know? You don't strike me as overly fussy. Are you?"
"I can't decide just like that, you need to tell me what you want."
"Two hundred dollars. And you can fuck me after if you're up for it. Since I screwed your boyfriend I figure that makes you the top dog, doesn't it?"
The boy grinned at that. He really was a pretty thing.
"Okay, you're on, only … you can't fuck me again, okay? I can barely walk as it is. I guess it's true about vampires, isn't it?"
"Fine. Don't be gone too long, though, I'm missing the view already."
Justin rolled slowly off the bed. The kid was walking a little funny. Eric knew how he felt, there was something about Godric's technique that left you feeling thoroughly fucked. And that was before Eric had his turn. He made the boy suck him first so he could feel that sweet, warm mouth before having him, legs up, so he could go deep, although he'd been nice enough about it. The kid was obviously used to cock.
Justin opened the bathroom door slowly and stuck his head in. The sounds of grunts were louder. He paused for a long minute, watching.
"Fuck. Fuck me," he said under his breath.
Then he turned around, glaring at Eric.
All right, what do you want me to do?"
Eric smiled.
"Actually …. wait just a minute, okay?" Justin said. "I really want to watch this." And his blond head disappeared into the bathroom and out of view. Eric dropped back to the pillow and stretched his arms wide. He knew Godric wouldn't mind the audience one bit, but he'd seen the show before. He wanted to enjoy thinking of what he'd be doing to the boy, now that he'd won their little bet. He had some ideas.
Brian was making a sound he'd never heard before, not in all their fucking, it freaked Justin out for half a second, because there were small drops of blood all over - the whole white-bathroom thing seemed like a mistake with vampires. There was blood on the bath mat and the towel and smeared across Brian's chest in two broad streaks. Brian's face was twisted like he was in pain, the look he sometimes got when sex got really intense - only now his face seemed stuck like that. Godric had his head down near Brian's nipple, that's where the blood was coming from… it was kind of gross. Instead of sucking, the way Eric had done, he let it bleed onto Brian's skin and then flicked it off with his tongue. Only every time he did that - and his tongue was just touching the holes with the blood, it wasn't going over Brian's actual nipple - Brian jerked and let out a groan.
The whole thing was kind of hot, in a different way than watching Eric, who had fucked Brian so hard it made Justin wince a little, thinking about what it would be like having that dick rammed into him. This young vampire was pretty average-sized, although he was kind of thick, and he was moving slowly, Brian's legs up and over the vampire's back, who didn't look like he noticed the extra weight at all. He had the coolest tattoos, though, Justin wished again that he had his sketch pad or - better yet - his good camera with him, this would be a picture he'd treasure forever. Maybe he'd draw it later, from memory.
Brian bucked and turned but (this was really weird) Godric didn't move at all when he did, although Justin could see how hard Brian pushed. He was trying to make a space between them, trying to snake his hands in there-
"No," Godric said and pulled Brian's hands away, holding them down with just his fingertips, like it was nothing. Their hips were grinding together. It must be driving Brian crazy. Justin's hand slid down his stomach to his own dick, which was half-hard again--
"You better save that for me, kid," came a lazy voice from the other room. "Or you'll get a spanking." Justin started to stroke himself anyway. Godric looked up at him.
"Come here."
Justin stepped forward and kneeled down next to them.
"Kiss him," Godric said to him. "I want to watch you kiss while I finish him. Do it slowly."
Brian was panting, he looked desperate - it made Justin's dick twitch, looking at his face like that, all covered in sweat. He lifted Brian's head in his hands - it must hurt there on the cold tile - and started to kiss him, putting on a show, fucking Brian's mouth slowly with his tongue.
it was there, red, like a thread a stream we followed it that night in the woods a hare, dead in the snow, red trampled into the white a wolf nearby baring its teeth, we walked following the sound and the smell and when we got to the hot spring the steam rising Eric look at me and you smiled under the moon and oh how beautiful white teeth take me in the water almost burning I can reach back and pull your hair let me oh Eric please please harder -- only this was a different snow and dark inside warm now the lights shining through the window? - oh I see yes this man, his boy they are making love and the snow is falling outside ghosts in the darkness piercing sadness his memory flowing bitter and sweet like the berries, what were they called? Was it… tyttebær … no, that was maybe Danish? lingonberries … I can't remember … but I see your hair thick and so fine like spun gold in the moonlight, like silk in my hands you pull his hair too don't you … bitter … and sweet … sweeter than you let on … watching the snow oh now I see you are crying now I see … I understand … look there, I wrote your name in the dust …that night we slept in the catacombs … I remember … and was it then or later? my feet in the steaming water my hands in the snow you laughed and called me your snow angel … snöänglar … I think … maybe … I think that's it … it has been so long here is the thread in your blood, I can taste it, always love, would that I could die for you and be reborn to die for you again, oh … so bitter and so sweet -
"Kiss him," Godric said to the boy whom this man treasured above gold. "I want to watch you kiss while I finish him. Do it slowly."
The sheets were a bit of a mess. As usual. It smelled good in the room, that smell of sweat and fucking. Eric wanted to go to sleep dirty, just so he could smell Godric like that tomorrow, the way he smelled of other men.
"You sent them home?" Godric sounded sleepy.
"In the car. It seemed the least I could do."
"Particularly after what you bullied that child into. Really, Eric. You can't think he came here this evening expecting that."
"Well, that's what the bathroom's for, isn't it?" Eric closed his eyes and grinned, remembering. He'd been nice enough to wait until the other two vacated it before he dragged Justin back in there. "It's all part of that horizon-broadening they were talking about earlier, Godric, and he lost a bet, fair and square. I didn't notice him complaining much when he came again." Eric had made sure of that, the boy still looking ashamed after what they'd been doing beforehand. Eric liked it when they blushed.
"I suppose you're right … they were a funny pair. I like that man."
"He's a selfish, shameless deviant with a poor sense of boundaries…"
"Yes, I know. He reminds me of someone. I can't think who… stop that, Eric. I'm not interested. It's almost dawn, and besides, haven't you had enough?"
"I can't sleep. I hate sleeping in these goddamn rooms, I don't care how secure they are. I wish I were in my coffin. Or underground."
"Well, you go on then. Go down to your precious tunnels. I'm sleeping right here."
"There's nothing I can do to entice you to join me?"
Godric opened one eye.
"Like what? And I'm still cross at you, by the way."
"About what, the rimming? Oh, come off it. You loved it, there's no use pretending to me."
"I don't think you should enjoy seeing me embarrassed like that. It's unsavory."
"It's fucking hot, is what it is. You with your pretty pale cheeks in the air … "
Eric slid slowly behind him. "Hands grabbing at the bedsheets…"
"Eric. Go away, now you're being tedious. I mean it."
"Mm. Tell you what. You look me right in the eye and say, 'no, Eric, as a matter of fact I don't want you to give me one more slow, deep, gentle fuck in these last few minutes before sunrise.' And I'll go away quiet as a mouse."
Godric turned his face away, arm curled resolutely around the pillow.
"Tell me." Eric said it gently. He could feel it. "What is it? Did you see something?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried. I'm asking you what's wrong. Think how much faster it'll be over if you tell me."
"It's not wrong. I don't know … that man and that boy. It was stronger than I expected, their bond. To taste it like that when I'm not expecting it ... it makes me think of things."
Eric, having curled up against Godric, kissed him gently on the back of his neck. It was no surprise to Eric, those human feelings. He himself thought they burned so incandescently precisely because their lives were so brief. But it always came as a shock to Godric, who could see and taste in ways that Eric couldn't.
"What sorts of things?"
"Well, it was odd… do you remember the thermal springs? In the great cold? You'd been carrying me on your back for weeks, because of the snows… and one night there was the wolf. And the blood from the thing he'd killed … it looked black in the moonlight … the moon was almost full … I think the bottle's under that pillow … if not there's another, you must have left it in the drawer …"
"No, I've got it, right here." Eric smiled. Godric had given in, as he knew he would.
The man had put Godric in some pain when he fucked him, the familiar look of concentration on Godric's face as he clutched at the sheets, although he didn't complain. Godric liked it to hurt when they played that way. He could take care of himself. But the breathers never truly understood that he was always a boy, and a virgin. Eric knew what he wanted now, though.
The jelly was cold in his hand, there was nothing he could do about that, but he went very, very slowly, easing himself in so that it wouldn't hurt at all.
"…. why did you cut your hair?"
"Nobody wears it like that now, Godric."
"I miss it … I liked to pull it … do you remember?"
"Of course I remember. That's why I started to tie it back."
" … but I still pulled it … it … was so bright … oh …"
"-like the boy's, tonight."
"He was delicious, Eric, and thank you … for sharing his first blood, that was gracious of you … "
"Are you all right? You're speaking a bit slowly."
"…. You … are a … very wicked vampire…"
"I am your very loving and loyal vampire ... that's it ... be still...." And as Eric moved against him, coaxing him gently with his hands and thoughts, he could feel Godric's own thoughts shifting until they were there, together, again, loving each other tenderly (and not so tenderly) as the mist rose and the snowflakes fell around them and melted in the thermal pool.