Godric sat on a black couch holding a red pillow. It had been so long since he's seen his creation. Too long, in his opinion. He checked his watch. Speaking of his creation, where the fuck was he? It had been 40 years since they'd seen each other and he couldn't even show up on time?

Finally a door closed behind him. Godric practically leaped off the couch and spun around to look at the door of his hotel room. There he was. Tall, blond and blue-eyed as always. Godric scanned the other man's body. He looked good. Black jeans, black leather jacket, and black turtle-neck sweater that clung well to his body without out being tacky or ill-fitting.

"Eric." He breathed.

"Hm, yes it is me." Eric replied in his bored tone. Godric wasn't put out by this, for he knew Eric well. He got very close to Eric, and stretched up to kiss him. Eric stepped back.

"What's wrong Eric?" Godric asked, confused. Eric did not reply.

"I see. I am not what you want, anymore. Or is it that I am just not enough anymore?"

"Godric, I have changed in the past four decades. I am not longer as ... youthful as I was. You don't know who I am anymore."

"I don't know who you are?" Godric lifted an eyebrow, "I made you who you are, Eric. I know everything about you. Your blood is in me still, and mine in you."

"Godric …" Eric started. He was stopped by a thin finger being pressed to his lips.

"No, let me. I suppose I shouldn't expect affection. All I did was give you life while you were dying, fed you when you were hungry, held you when you were sad and missing your family, gave you a home, and then released you without a fight, even though it nearly killed me to be alone again after almost a century of companionship. Yes, I can see how troublesome it would be to have to give me one kiss after four decades." Godric said this all in a harsh tone. Normally he wasn't cross with Eric, but, dammit, he was Eric's maker and he'd totally just been pushed aside.

"Godric, I didn't mean anything, I just … it's not like that." Eric said. Godric sneered and came up behind Eric. He tilted his head up so his mouth was right by his ear,

"Maybe not anymore, but remember that one night. Well, actually many nights, but I distinctly remember one in particular."

Eric did not reply.

"Do you remember?" Godric prompted.

"Yes, I remember." Eric replied.

"Good. Now think back to who wanted it that night. Asked for it. Came to me." Godric whispered into Eric's ear, making goosebumps rise on Eric's skin.

"Yes, I remember." Eric repeated. His mind started to wander as Godric hand wandered up and down his side, while his other arm held Eric to him. Eric's mind went back to that warm summer night in Sweden, were he and Godric had been living for a while.

They had been living in the woods and wilderness, not wanting to be seen. Eric had gone for a walk and maybe drink off some animals. Not as good as human or Godric's blood, but it was a nice snack sometimes. Godric had gone to bathe as he always did in the evenings.

He walked to the deep river not far from their little camp. He slipped off his pants, shirt and shoes and dove into the water. Somehow, despite the warmth of the day, the water was ice cold. Godric's muscled tightened as his body was totally immersed in the water. He pushed his unkempt hair out of his face and started swimming, forgetting his intentions of bathing all together.

After a while, Eric had come into the small clearing that sat at the edge of the river where he and Godric went to bathe and swim. He knew Godric would be here. He looked at the ground and looked at the shoes in front of him, the pants a little in front of that, and the shirt closer to the bank. Godric was known for undressing while running towards the river and jumping in. He was a very exuberant person. Eric smiled at the thought. He walked to the river bank just as Godric was getting out, stark naked and soaking.

"Eric, you scared me." Godric admitted.

"My apologies." Eric said dryly.

"Eric, do not lie. Anyway, what can I help you with?" Godric replied.

"Well, actually … " Eric began, but trailed off. How did he say this? He just walked to Godric, took his face in his hands and pressed his lips to his maker's. Godric went rigid, before kissing back passionately.

Eric pulled back, "I have thought about this a lot."