A/N: Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays my lovely readers! I hope you enjoy this gift from my brain to you! Sorry this took so long, it has been a very busy few weeks for my household. Hope to begin updating more frequently once the new year begins. Until then, enjoy! London 164
Garrick pounded on Godric's door just after sunset. "Godric, are you home?"
"It's open!" Eric called from the bedroom before chuckling and nibbling on his maker's bottom lip again. It had only been a few weeks since Godric pulled Eric from the war, and they were in their "spring love" stage, as Garrick jokingly called it. In short, they never left the bed except to feed or bathe.
Garrick entered. "Sorry to break up your evening, boys, but Godric, you must come with me." Godric sighed. His nose was nuzzled into Eric's neck, so his voice was muffled against his shoulder. "And why is that?"
"The Authority wishes to speak to all vampires who are knowledgeable about witches."
"Witches?" Eric asked, looking down at Godric, who suddenly sat up. "Which one?"
"A necromancer. Antonia... She is very powerful, Godric, and has evaded our capture once again." He tossed a newspaper onto Eric's bare stomach, which Godric scooped up to read. "Aren't witches a human problem? The inquisition and all that?" Eric asked, leaning up to read over Godric's arm. "Normally, yes... But as a necromancer she poses a greater threat to us than to humans... We must capture her, Godric."
"Why?" Eric asked. "A necromancer can control the dead, Eric." Godric said, rising and pulling on his clothing. "Which means she can control us, if she so chooses. It means very bad things for vampires everywhere." Eric nodded. "I'm coming." He said, rising and dressing. "You have no knowledge useful to the Authority, Eric." Garrick said. "Plus, I won't have you hurt." Godric added. "Stay here, Childe."
"I would be useful!" Eric defended. "You say she has evaded capture... What better information can anyone have? I am a warrior, Garrick. I know how to lay traps, I know how to fight."
"You cannot fight a necromancer, Eric, it is suicide." Godric pleaded. "She is human, is she not?" Garrick nodded. "She is."
"Then she can be fooled. I am great at traps, at fooling people... Please, Godric... I won't have you hurt either." Godric shook his head but Garrick nodded. "He's right, Godric. Eric is an excellent strategist. Even knowing nothing of witches... He could prove useful to the Authority." Godric growled under his breath. "Fine. But if I sense any excessive danger from you, I will command you to this room until the day you meet the True Death, I swear it, Eric." The tall Viking grinned and pecked Godric's annoyed mouth before dressing.
VVVVV
"I apologize to everyone for pulling you from your homes." Roman Zimojic, head of the vampire Authority, stood at the table, looking out over the group of vampires. "You all have something to lose with this Antonia being free in London. I, personally, was planning on moving myself to the New World, set up Authority headquarters there... But I will not abandon my vampires to this witch. I am passing around a drawing of Antonia, so that you all may become familiar with her... I, as much as the rest of you, do not believe in hurting humans for sport... But these are our very lives she is playing with. A necromancer... In a city filled with dead such as ourselves... It is a terrible risk to take, if we let her live. She has made it clear, by the death of one of our own, my own maker, that she is on a mission to destroy vampire kind. Who here will help me stop her?"
A collective roar grew from the twenty or so vampires seated in front of Roman. Eric looked to Godric, somewhat bemused. Godric rolled his eyes. "Falsehoods..." He murmured. Roman was upon him in a second, and had him by the throat. "Godric. You came." Eric hissed, his fangs dropping, ready to lunge at Roman if he injured his maker. Roman raised an eyebrow. "And who is this handsome vampire?"
"My progeny." Godric said, his hands prying Roman's from his neck. Roman let him go and leaned on the table they were seated at. "YOU were allowed to reproduce?" He snorted. "What a shame... Under a good maker, this one could have potential... How old are you, child?" He directed his question at Eric. "Older than you, I can feel it... And I am not a child." He spat. "I am over seven hundred."
"And you are still with your maker? You are a child. My maker released me at four hundred."
"Perhaps he should have kept you attached longer... You should have learned to respect your elders." Eric snapped. "Eric!" Garrick cried, rising. "My apologies, Sire... He is a bit... Uneducated when it comes to Authority matters." Roman laughed. "And with a maker like Godric who wouldn't be?" Eric growled threateningly but Roman talked over him. "Why did you bring them, Garrick? You are the sheriff of this area, surely you know that Godric is avidly against the Authority, as I'm sure his progeny is."
"I brought him because he is well over a thousand years old, Sire. He has dealt with witches before, killed them. Regardless of his personal views on humanity and the Authority, he is a valuable asset if we are to capture and destroy this witch."
"And his progeny?"
"I.." Eric rose, towering over Roman. "I was a Viking King in my human life. And an excellent warrior. One of the best strategists, and I know how to deceive and set traps. With the collective knowledge of witches and this Antonia from all of you, and my ability to strategize abattoir plan, we can have her captured and put to death within a fortnight. Surely I do not need to care for Authority matters to protect my own kind."
Roman stood quiet a moment, sizing up the Viking. He chuckled. "I like his nerve, Godric. He is aware I could kill him without any repercussions and still he does not bow to my will."
"He bows to no one, Roman... And if you were to kill him without proper justification, I would tear your unbeating heart out and feed it to you, even at the risk of my own True Death." Roman shook his head. "Someday, Godric, you will bend to my will, regardless of your age. I promise you that." He walked back up to the front table and sat on it. "But the Viking has a point. We need a plan, and a strategy... Knowledge is nothing against her. Do we all agree?" There was a collective, positive murmur throughout the crowd and Roman nodded. "But, if either of you heathens disobey me, or speak ill of the Authority in my presence, I will bring the True Death upon you." He looked at Eric, who snarled, but said nothing. Godric patted his hand. "It is not worth it, Eric. Do what you came here to do." He said quietly. Roman grinned, the pieces finally fitting.
Eric rose, looking to Roman. "May I?" Roman motioned to the table he was leaning on. Eric stepped up to it, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "This witch... Does she call London home, or does she have other homes?"
"Mostly here, but she's been seen by some in Germany." He nodded. "But her last known location was here, correct? When she killed your maker?" Roman nodded. "It was here, but it was after killing my maker. She was captured after that, near the King's square, but she cast a spell on one of her captors before he could glamour her, and she got away."
"Does anyone know where she would probably be now?" There was an uncomfortable silence throughout the group of vampires. "So... We're supposed to catch her... But no one has gone out to try and find her, to keep tabs on where she is?" Eric sighed, rubbing his temples. "Were any of you soldiers? Or... Anything of the sort?" Another silence. He looked to Roman, who shrugged. "This is what we have."
"Why was the Authority not following her?"
"We did not actually... Consider that option..."
"So... You would rather send a group of vampires on a blind hunt to find a human who could kill us by uttering a few words?" Roman scowled. "You make it sound as if we do not care for the lives of vampires."
"That is not at all what I said, or meant. I simply mean that you cannot expect all of London's vampires to risk their lives when they could very well be walking into a trap." Roman looked away a moment, trying to think of a comeback. When he had none, he shrugged, feeling somewhat self conscious and on the spot. Eric raised his eyebrows, waiting.
Finally, he sighed. "Fine. We need to find her before we can consider a strategy to capture her. I'll lead the search... Do we have anyone that will help me?" He looked out over the group. Godric nodded. "You know I will follow you, my Childe." Eric smiled and nodded. Garrick rose. "I'll come. As Sheriff of this city, I feel it is my duty." Eric nodded his head toward Garrick. "Thank you, Sheriff." He said respectfully. A young boy stood up, no older than twelve. "I want to come... I'm useful because of my size... I think I'm the smallest vampire here, I can be of use."
"You can, especially if she's hiding in a cave or cellar. Great. That makes five of us, which is big enough."
"I-Only counted four." Roman said, and Eric turned on him with a wide, evil smile. "You forgot to count yourself, Sire. Of course the lead of the Authority will join us to find her location, will he not?"
Roman felt all eyes on him. "I..." He sighed, knowing that, if he said no, it would decrease the trust that everyone in the vampire community felt for him. "Yes, of course, I make five. When will we go?" Eric's grin widened. "Right now. Which one of you that are coming knows this area best?" Garrick rose, as did Godric. "We do." Godric said. "Garrick probably better than I, but you and I know the wilderness... Which is probably where she will be if she thinks we may be after her." Eric nodded. "I agree. We will start directly outside town, I know of some caves, I am sure Godric knows of more. If you, Garrick, or you child, what is your name?"
"Andrew." The boy said proudly, his dark eyes shining as he looked up at the Viking. Eric smiled gently. "Andrew. How old are you?"
"I was turned when I was eleven... I am now three hundred."
"Do you have a maker with you?" He shook his head. "She met the True Death." Eric nodded. "I am sorry to hear that. Anyway, if you know anywhere that we might be missing, of course speak up. We are going to find her tonight. And when we do, we will find a way to keep her where she is, and tomorrow night, we will hunt her down, and we will kill her." A roar rose up from the crowd at their newfound leader, making Roman glare over at Eric.
The Viking stepped off the platform, met by a group of other vampires offering to help. He smiled, nodding and speaking to them. Godric leaned on the table, watching his progeny handle being the center of attention. Garrick stepped up to him, squeezing his shoulder. "You should be proud of that boy."
"I am." Godric said, grinning. "He's not a baby anymore, at all..."
"Are you going to release him?"
"If he asks... I think he rather enjoys our connection, as do I... I may bring it up, but it won't hurt me at all if he says no."
"And if he says yes?" Godric looked at Garrick and smiled sadly. "That might hurt." Roman stepped up to Godric, his arms crossed. "I know what he is to you."
"Oh? I told you. My progeny. My first, and probably only."
"He is your lover." Roman said simply. "And if he is?"
"He is a male."
"Since when has vampire kind submitted to gender roles? He and I are both vampires who enjoy each other's company and take pleasure from each other's flesh... Why does this matter?"
"Do you really think the group of vampires out there would allow him to lead them if they knew he preferred the company of a male? His own maker?"
"Yes. I do. Because he is a warrior. And he knows what he is talking about, rather than someone who prefers to guess." Roman stepped up, towering over Godric, who did not flinch. "Admit it, Roman... You feel jealousy towards my progeny, because he rallied this group better than you ever could."
"I am not jealous." Roman snapped. Godric raised an eyebrow. "Okay. Well, we should prepare to go, I am going to save my progeny from his new followers." He brushed past Roman and worked his way past the vampires, touching Eric's arm. "We should go, before it gets too late. We have much ground to cover." Eric nodded. He smiled warmly at a young woman who was speaking quickly to him. "I am sorry, I will continue this conversation tomorrow night, alright?" She nodded, stepping back, grinning. Eric chuckled and allowed Godric to lead him out of the crowd.
VVVVV
"Are we ready?" Eric asked when Andrew, Garrick, and Roman had joined him. Andrew grinned up at him, nodding eagerly. Garrick shrugged. "Ready when you are, boss." He said with a chuckle. Eric smirked a little, embarassed. Godric patted his lower back while Roman only glared. "So, what do you think Garrick? Godric? Which caves provide more hiding, to the East or West?"
"I think the South, actually." Godric spoke up. He motioned. "There is a huge rock formation right outside the walls, there are some hidden caves within it. They're hard to find if you do not know what you are looking for." Eric nodded. "Then we start there. Lead the way, Godric." He said before all of them darted out into the night.
VVVVV
"Shh..." Eric breathed to his group as he stopped next to Godric. He looked to his maker questioningly. "Can you sense anything?"
"I smell... Absolutely nothing but nature. No humans are here." Godric said, his shoulders slumping a little. "We are expecting her to have a high intelligence... Perhaps we should try thinking more like a human." Andrew said, tapping his chin. "She is a witch who is aware that she is being hunted by vampires. Why would she use a less hidden place?" Roman asked, giving the boy a droll look. Eric turned back to Andrew, a grin spreading on his face. "No, he is correct."
"I am?"
"He is?" Roman asked in disbelief. "He is. She knows of us. She knows how we think. So she is going to do the very thing we would not expect her to do." He grinned at Andrew. "I dread to see what you will look like in a thousand years, if someone were to cross you." Andrew smiled, puffing up proudly at the compliment from the Viking. Eric winked at him before looking to Roman. "Her last known address. Take us there."
"She will not be there... This is ridiculous."
"It is worth a try, is it not?" Roman sighed but nodded and darted off, the other four following quickly.
VVVVV
"Here it is... Dark and empty."
"I can smell humans." Godric answered, looking to Roman then to Eric. "There are houses everywhere, you fool, of course you can." Eric hissed at Roman, who hissed back, his fangs dropping. "I will not warn you again, child, put those fangs away."
"I will not warn you again, do not cross my maker." Roman snarled. "You fools..." He turned back to the dark house. "Andrew." Eric said softly. Andrew rushed up to him, eager to help. "Go to the door... Act human, can you do that?" Andrew nodded excitedly. "Pound on it, say you are being chased by something with sharp teeth, and you are scared... How is your glamouring?"
"Excellent. I have had to learn quickly, with my age..." Eric nodded. "As soon as someone opens the door, glamour her, or him. Get them to sit and answer our questions, alright?" Andrew nodded. Eric motioned for the others to follow him around the corner of the house, ducking down so that they were hidden by shadows.
Andrew rushed up to the door, panting and pounding on it. "Help! Help! They're gonna get me! They've got such scary teeth, please help me!" Eric heard a shuffle inside the house and a candle was lit. The door opened a crack and Andrew sobbed. "Please! They're gonna get me!" The door was opened wider and Andrew stopped his facade, locking gazes with the beautiful woman that opened it. "You will invite me in." He said softly. "Yes... Come in." She whispered, stepping aside. Andrew stepped into the house, and the others were on his tail. "Invite my friends in." He said softly. "You are all... Welcome..." She breathed. Eric entered first and set a hand on Andrew's shoulder. "Good boy." He whispered, pride in his voice. He stepped behind Andrew and caught the woman's gaze. "Your name, miss."
"Antonia..." She breathed, swooning at Eric's piercing gaze. He grinned. "Antonia the witch?"
"Yes..."
"Do you know who we are, Antonia?"
"No... You... Are unfamiliar to me."
"Let's just kill her!" Roman snarled. "No!" Eric snapped, raising a hand to silence him. "Sit down, Antonia. Stay seated while I discuss something with my friend..." She flopped into her kitchen chair, staring at Eric. "Andrew... Take over. Do not let her break your glamouring." Andrew nodded. He snapped, making her look at him. He hopped onto the table and crouched, talking softly to her. Eric turned back to Roman. "I promised that group a just death, did I not?"
"And this is just!"
"Not unless they are all here! If she is as evil as you say she is, we all deserve a chance to witness her death, do we not?" Garrick nodded. "I agree with Eric, Roman... We have all been affected by this witch... We should all have a say in how she is to die." Roman snarled, rubbing his temples. "Fine. But if she escapes us again... It is the True Death for all of you." He snarled, looking specifically at Godric.
Eric nodded. "I will be first in line to hand you the stake." He said. He stepped up to the witch in the chair and bit his wrist. "Drink." He said softly to her. She grabbed his wrist and drank, her face grimacing when she realized it was blood. "Now, Antonia... You will not remember any of us. You had a peaceful, quiet night, no disturbances at all. You went to bed early, and slept the whole night... Now go on to bed." He said, pulling his wrist back. He watched her rise and walk as a sleepwalker does, falling into her bed. He motioned to the door. "Go." He said softly.
They darted out into the night. "Gather everyone for a meeting tomorrow. We will figure out how to kill her then." He said to Roman, who glared. "You do not give me orders, child."
"I wish you wouldn't call me that. I have a name, and I am older than you." He paused. "And my apologies, Sire. What would you like to do about her?" Roman's glare hardened. "We'll call together the vampires tomorrow night. I trust you to get word out, Garrick." Garrick chuckled and nodded. "Of course." He darted away. Eric smiled at Roman. "It has been a pleasure working with you, Sire."
"You need to stop your attitude, Viking. Perhaps your maker should spend more time teaching you how to respect the Authority, and less time teaching you how to suck his-" Godric snarled, going toe to toe with Roman, regardless of his height. "With all due respect, Roman... I knew your maker. And he was an arrogant bastard. You have no room to speak of the way I have raised my progeny... Who, mind you, just located and glamoured the witch everyone in this town fears. Goodnight, Roman." He turned and touched Eric's arm before darting toward their home. Eric smirked and Roman and offered a wink. "Perhaps, if you're nice, he will give you some of those sucking lessons. I know I enjoy them." He said before darting the way Godric went.
VVVVV
Eric slipped into the house moments after Godric. The smaller vampire jumped at him, pulling him into a vicious kiss. Eric gasped, surprised, and dropped them both to the floor, Godric straddling his hips. "You were amazing tonight..." Godric growled against his mouth. "Get you a little aroused?" Eric teased, slipping a hand down to cup Godric's groin. "Oh yes... Very." He groaned, arching into Eric's hand. "The way you handled Roman..." He growled a little, kissing down Eric's cheek and neck. "He had no right to speak to you like that... You are his elder." Godric laughed. "Such a respectful Viking."
"When it calls for it..." Godric grabbed Eric's hair and jerked his head back. "My Childe... Shall we retire to the bed?"
"Mm... Perhaps... But only if retiring to the bed does not mean sleeping."
"You are insatiable."
"Because of you." Eric slipped his hands down Godric's sides and around to his ass, giving a hard squeeze. Godric freed his hair to grab his wandering hands, pinning them above his head. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Eric snarled a little, looking up at his maker. Godric smirked. "You did so well tonight... But I feel it may have pumped up your ego a bit... You simply must be knocked down."
"Oh? And will it be you doing the knocking?" Godric's fangs dropped. "Yes." He said before rising. He picked Eric up and shoved him hard into their bedroom, pinning him to the floor. With one hand he dug their box out from underneath the bed. "Do you trust me?" Eric took a breath, he could already see what was coming. "Silver." He said softly. Godric nodded. Eric paused a moment. "Only if we are able to feed before the meeting tomorrow... In the event I do need to fight... I would rather not be at risk of being weak." Godric nodded. "Of course." He pulled out the box containing the silver shackles. "Get onto the bed." He said softly, getting off of Eric. The Viking rose, giving the box a nervous look. "In all this time... You continued to say no to these... Why are you agreeing now?"
"Because I know, now, how you feel about me. It is not just sex for you... And that is enough for me to endure the pain." Godric smiled softly. "Thank you, Eric." Eric nodded. "How would you like me?"
"Knees, arms behind your back." Eric did as Godric commanded. Godric stripped him of his shirt and pants before pulling out one of the shackles, using Eric's shirt as a barrier between his hands and the silver. "Are you ready?"
"Yes..."
"You can always tell me to stop, Eric." Eric nodded. "I know I can. I'm ready." He looked back at Godric and offered a sure smile. Godric nodded and closed the silver over Eric's wrist. He screamed, his fingernails biting into his palms as he struggled not to lash out. The other wrist was quickly secured and Godric wrapped the shirt over Eric's wrists. "I don't want it to burn anything but your wrists." He explained. Eric's fangs were down, poking small bloody jewels on his bottom lip as he gritted his teeth. Godric pressed a kiss to his mouth, or tried to, but Eric only growled at him. Godric grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "Oh... Not even a kiss?" Eric snarled, huffing breath out through his gritted teeth. Godric moved close and ran his tongue over Eric's bloody lip, until Eric snapped and bit his maker's tongue. Godric cried out, leaning back. "You bastard!" He said, shocked. Eric snarled. "Silver makes you a bit aggressive, doesn't it?" Eric glared at him, dropping his head. Godric smirked. "Good to know." He said simply, before rising. "Stay put." He called, shutting the bedroom door and leaving Eric in the dark.
VVVVV
Eric breathed slowly, in and out, to try and focus on anything but the pain of the silver burning into his wrists. He was unbelievably tired, but could not bring himself to sleep. He could feel dawn approaching, and still heard no movement from the rest of the house. "Godric... Please..." He whispered, shifting a little. The movement brought a new pain to his wrists, and tears to his eyes. Finally, when he felt the sun rising in his belly, the door opened. "Godric?" He breathed. "My Childe... Have you been good?"
"Yes, Godric..." He whispered. Godric came around to his front. "Do the shackles hurt very badly?" Eric nodded. He looked up at Godric, red tracks down his cheeks. "Oh, my Childe..." He wiped away some of Eric's bloody tears. "You are so beautiful." Eric gave him a wanting look, leaning forward a bit and lowering his head. Godric reached back and freed his hair, running his fingers through it so it fell down over Eric's face. "You are mine..." He breathed. Eric nodded. "I am yours." The smaller vampire moved forward, lifting Eric's chin and pressing a kiss to his mouth. "My sweet, sweet progeny... You made me so proud tonight... Both in the meeting, and now, such patience." Eric shut his eyes, fresh tears welling behind closed lids. "Please, Godric... I need the pain to stop."
"Hush, Childe... All in good time." He rose from the bed and snagged the shirt wrapped around the silver. He unlocked the shackle and freed one of Eric's hands, the vampire gasping at the relief on his wrist. "Lie flat on the bed, and raise your hands to the headboard." Eric did as he was told, gripping the posts directly above his head. Godric snapped the shackle back onto his wrist, pinning him to the thick wooden headboard. "Now... Eric..." The Viking shivered at the sound of his name on his maker's lips. "Now is time to deal with your other pains." He straddled his chest and kissed, with an agonizing pace, down Eric's arm, from his elbow to his shoulder. He moved across, kissing his neck, his face, and down his chest, pausing to nibble and flick each pert nipple. Eric groaned, flexing against the burning metal. Godric's pace did not increase, however, as he moved down his chest, kissing each outline of rib and down to his belly, where he kissed a line down the center before pressing a kiss and dipping his tongue into Eric's belly button. He moved down lower, nuzzling the patch of his pubic hair before moving down his hip to his thigh. Eric groaned, arching his hips, not missing the fact that Godric had completely neglected his erection.
Godric kissed all the way down his legs to his ankles before beginning the process again, moving upwards this time, and still avoiding his most needy spot. When he reached his chest he played a little longer with the vampire's sensitive chest before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Eric whined into his maker's cool mouth, arching up to receive any sort of contact to his aching member. Godric shifted quickly, and landed a stinging swat to Eric's thigh. Eric hissed, his fangs dropping, as he arched helplessly. Godric only smiled. "Now would not be the best time to misbehave, Eric." He warned. The Viking vampire snarled softly, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I am sorry." He said softly. "You are forgiven. Patience is a virtue even we vampires must have... We have all the time in the world... Why should we need to rush things?" He whispered before beginning the slow, agonizing kissing once more. Eric's head fell back onto the bed with a thunk, his breath escaping. "You can be so cruel, Godric."
"I only do as I feel you deserve."
"You said I did well... Tonight."
"Yes, I also said your narcissism seemed a little higher than normal. And you need to be brought back to this world, as it were." Eric huffed, gritting his teeth. "The sun is up..." He breathed. "I am aware."
"Will you torture me all day?"
"If you continue to moan about it and ask me questions, yes. But if you are quiet, patience, and well behaved, I will finish this torture, as you call it, and move on to a more pleasant aspect of this." Eric heaved a great sigh and closed his eyes once more, anything to block out his maker's sadistic, fanged smile. "Yes, Godric." He replied under his breath. "I am afraid I did not hear you."
"Yes, Godric." He said a little louder, his teeth gritted. "Oh, I am sorry, I missed it again." Eric opened his eyes, his expression pained, but frustrated. "Yes, Godric!" He shouted, arching up to get in his maker's face. For this he earned a slap across the cheek. "No need to yell." Godric said simply, before kissing down the side of Eric's stomach.
His tongue traced the delicate groove of his abdomen, angled perfectly to his throbbing manhood. Instead of allowing his tongue to brush over it, however, he went across it, avoiding it completley, and licked up the dip on Eric's other side. The chained vampire shuddered, arching against Godric's body gently. Godric laughed a little, holding Eric's hips in a bruising grip. "Be still, Childe." Eric hissed, looking down at his maker. Godric smiled up at him. "Tell me, is this too much?"
"No, Godric." He spoke in a shockingly steady voice. "Good... Perhaps we can continue with no further interruptions... Now. Silence, and be still." Eric took a shaky breath and nodded, shutting his eyes. The older vampire shifted Eric's leg, kissing up his inner thigh. He brushed his nose against Eric's soft balls, earning another shudder from his progeny. Godric laughed against his cool flesh, shifting again to settle between Eric's legs. He ran his tongue gently over Eric's opening, smirking as his child hissed and groaned, arching. Godric rose and swatted his chest. "Be. Still." Eric whimpered, looking at Godric with a pleading, pathetic expression. "Please..." He panted through gritted teeth. Godric snarled and slapped him across the cheek. "Silence!" Eric felt his eyes well with tears, and blinked rapidly to push them back. "Will you be silent or do you wish me to stop here?" When Eric did not answer, Godric grabbed his chin, turning his face to catch his gaze. "Will you behave, Eric? Or do you wish me to stop and leave you like this all day?" Eric huffed and nodded. "I will behave."
"Splendid. Now. I know this takes effort, I understand your pain... But the rewards will be great, Eric... You are so sensitive already... Just feel..." He ran his fingers delicately down Eric's chest, brushing over his nipple. Eric shuddered, gasping. "So close to your climax with just a touch..." He ran the pad of his finger over Eric's entrance. "Yes..." Eric breathed. Godric smiled and nodded. "You will enjoy the rest of this, I swear to you, my Childe." Eric nodded, his eyes slipping shut.
Godric moved back down between Eric's legs, allowing his tongue to run over his entrance again, dipping inside at a torturous pace. Eric gripped the headboard. Godric worked at a steady pace, stretching his lover quickly and efficiently. He moved up to Eric's chest and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking his tongue over the rosy nub. Eric groaned. He moved to fist Eric's hair and cried out, the silver catching a fresh spot on his bare wrist. Godric reached up, pinning his arms at the elbows. "If you aren't still, you will hurt yourself, Eric."
"I can't help it... You feel too good..."
"Oh?" Godric smiled. "If you think that felt good..." He shifted and pushed his member into Eric, making the Viking arch high off the mattress. He cried out, tossing his head back. "Was that better?" Eric huffed, helpless. "I can't... Think..." He admitted.
"Oh?" Godric leaned down, brushing his lips against Eric's. "Perhaps that is a good thing... When you think, you lead... And when you lead you you get arrogant." Eric gave a shaky laugh. "Oh, come on, Godric... It aroused you." Godric grunted and thrust in hard. "It did... Seeing you lead... A position you were meant to have since your human life... It truly is beautiful." Eric chuckled. "So... You are full of contradictions."
"How so?" Eric shrugged, hissing when Godric shoved in hard again, cutting his breath short. "You enjoy when I lead, but punish me for doing so."
"No. I do not punish you for your leadership, but for the obvious attitude gained from it... I cannot have my progeny thinking he is stronger than me."
"I would never think that." Godric shoved in hard again and Eric shuddered, jerking against the silver. "Christ..."
"Ah, you are speaking a curse to humans, but what does it mean to us?"
"I use it as a curse to you as well, you cruel boy." Godric flashed an evil grin. "Just a boy?"
"Everything except." Eric said breathlessly. "That's right... I am everything to you, except just a boy." He gripped Eric's shoulders and began to pound into him ruthlessly, leaving Eric breathless and unable to speak. The blonde finally gathered enough breath to cry out Godric's name, arching his back as he spilled his seed between their pale stomachs. Godric groaned at the sudden tightness, thrusting deep twice more before growing still inside Eric, his own climax rushing over him.
VVVVV
Godric grabbed Eric's shirt and cleaned between their bodies before using it to unhook the silver shackles, freeing his progeny's hands. Eric immediately gripped Godric's back, leaning into a desperate kiss. Godric obliged, kissing back. He shifted so his softening shaft slipped from Eric's entrance. "Still feel arrogant?"
"No, Godric..." Eric whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "My sweet Childe. Sleep... We will rise tomorrow at sunset to hunt, then meet up with the rest of the vampires." Eric nodded, kissing his maker once again. "I love you."
"And I you, Eric. Sleep." He slid off Eric and moved close to him, shutting his eyes.