Author's Note:

HUGE HUGE HUGE SLASH LEMON ALERT!

IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF SLASH,OR ARE AGAINST IT, AVOID THIS CHAPTER.

There is no important plot movement in this chapter. Only keen focus on Eric and Godric's relationship, so even if you miss this chapter not being fan of Slash, you will not lose any essential plot points. Though I do implore you to give it a try, even if as a better understanding of the characters.

Now for those who are wondering. If you have been reading If Only, I have talked more than once about how the relationship dynamic between Godric and Eric was not explored enough in True Blood or in most of the fanfics spread all over. In regards to that. I have suggested over and over in "IF ONLY" that Godric and Eric had quite a fiery and passionate relationship in the past. But here in this chapter you will understand that it goes much deeper than that. Eric might seem OOC to some, but I am portraying Eric as a 300 year old vampire in Damascus. He is still young and very sheltered by a very caring, devoted but fiery Godric. Very similar to how he is with Anahita. The events of this story will lead up to what happened that brought about such a colossal change in Eric's personality and made him the vampire we all know and love now.

Thanks To BENROCKAWAY for the appreciating comments!:D I look forward.

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Damascus

Chapter 2:

Eric's POV:

I came to myself with the sound of Godric's soft humming vibrating at the back of my neck, where I could feel his face and a single fingertip tracing patterns across my back. The bond humming with contentment and lust. I never understood this song, only knew that whenever I woke with Godric humming it, it meant that he was focused on me. No one could bask more in Godric's attention than me. I loved every ounce of that weight against me. He was perfect and I was possessed by him.

"You never ask me what this song means, you have asked after every other one I had ever sung to you." he said kissing the back of my neck.

"I don't care what the words of the song mean as they are, I only care about what it means to me." I said slowly turning to face him. The soft glow of the fire in the grate was more than what I needed to see even the dust flakes suspended in the air. For basement of a palace, the day chambers were dry and warm enough. Lying naked under crisp black cotton sheets I looked up at the glowing eyes that still bewitched me. I had never expected myself to be so enthralled by another creature even when I was a human. I was a staunch lover of women. Even on raiding expeditions that went on for sometimes more than one winter, I had never taken a man as a lover, probably the only one not to do so and even the women I took had to be willing, strictly. It was a matter of honor for me more than anything else.

"And what does this song mean to you?" Godric asked. His voice warm with arousal I could feel against my leg, fangs peeking making me respond in kind. His finger that was tracing my back started tracing circles across my navel, so close to where I really needed that finger.

"It means that you want me. Master!" I answered, inhaling deeply, trying to get some semblance of control, because that's how my master likes it. Hard and passionate and drawn out.

"But?" he asked, chuckling mysteriously, kissing my nose affectionately. He always asked this, and if it beat, my heart would have jumped out at the single word query. Because when I answered that single worded question, it always brought me newer heights of pleasure than I could have ever dreamt of on my own.

"But, I want you more, so much more, always." I answer, muscles in my body tensing at the hungry look in those beautiful bluish green eyes, so bright and rare in color.

"My Erikir! Mine only!" he snarled viciously before he pounced atop me crashing his beautiful mouth against mine, tongue harsh and seductive, exploring the depths of my mouth endlessly. I wanted to give in, knowing he would give me pleasure by himself, but he liked it better when I was just as vicious and demanding as he was. I took hold of his dark curls that just rested twisted on his crowns. They were soft as silk but somehow stubborn in nature, the more they grew on the more they curled. I tugged at them, angling my mouth against his battling his tongue full on. He was now straddling my lap. His knees pinning against my thighs. As he broke off the kiss with a pop. Something was different, something was wrong. I knew it as soon as I looked into his eyes. There was conflict in there and another emotion I had seen only the first time we made love together. It was delicate and complicated, but I knew not what it exactly meant then, I was none the wiser now. Only the appearance of it was most unfortunate, I did not know how to deal with it, and as my erection was pressing so deliciously against his, the lust was making my senses a little foggy. Too many sensations all at once can do that to you, especially when you are a vampire.

"Erikir… you really want me?" he whispered taking hold of my face in both hands. Watching in my eyes intently. I had no idea how he was doing it, because I could think of very little else than what part of me was touching him.

" Yes! I do, Master, I do!" I was getting frustrated now.

"Do you want Ziva more than me?" he asked in a much cooler tone. That brought me out of my primal haze. I blinked as his face finally came into proper focus. His eyes were narrowed now.

"Do you want Ziva more than me Master?" I asked back. I could feel myself scowling. I had no idea what was going on here. Only that strange sensation coming to me through the bond. And only that desire was driving me mad.

"How can you ask me such a thing? I cannot possibly choose between my own maker and my own child!" he was getting angry now. I had never seen Godric like this before. It was an alien terrain for me to tread down, so I was following instinct.

"Ziva is neither my maker, nor my child, whatever conflict you might feel in choosing between her and me, I naturally do not, I have only one connection here and that is to you. I only want you. Ziva is no comparison. I do not even understand why you would get such an idea."

"She is too keen with you and I… You won't understand" he said shoulders relaxing fingers stroking through my hair.

" No I don't understand. But, I do know this, that if I had to chose between my child and you, I would choose you. I cannot be parted from you." I said simply. Pulling him closer until our bodies were perfectly aligned, and my face was pressed against the bottom of his neck. While he kept running his fingers through my long hair.

"No, you won't, you would choose your child, like I choose you Erik. There was a time when I was just this close to Ziva. She was my world. My everything. Things change, passions cool down. You will learn this as you grow older and stronger that nothing remains the same, Even us, who remain the same physically, but are always changing. I changed, so will you…"

"I do not think I would change the way you have Godric. Ziva is not like you. She is too over-whelming and eccentric. She is your maker, but I do not think she was anything more to you. Which is why you were able to leave her. Your personalities were too clashing. Ziva is like a burst of too bright light. It irritates your eyes, and you can only stand it for so long. You on the other hand, are like a gentle glow, that makes everything standout yet soothes the nerves and I devote myself to you, not because I am your child and you are my maker. I do it because you are my lover." During my utterance Godric had not looked away from my face once. Neither had I. I wanted him to believe me.

"Erik, you do not realize what a prize you are. You will never realize this fear, unless one day you have child of your own who those more powerful than yourself would desire. I only pray that if ever you sire such a child, they would be just as devoted to you as you are to me or you will learn the kind of pain, you don't deserve to learn." The haunted look in his eyes made me desperate to reassure him. I pulled him down to a passionate all consuming kiss to which he responded most reverently.

"Take me now." I whispered in the kiss. I knew what he needed. I needed to be passive tonight. When we indulged in sex with human females, Godric was an extremely dominant partner but when it was between me and him, he always allowed me to be the dominant partner in our love-making, even though I was not exclusively dominant when making love to women. It was a strange dynamic between us from the very beginning. I also never indulged in sex with other men, other than Godric and vice versa. It was still the same for me as when I was human. Unappealing unless it was with Godric.

It took me less than a minute to fall back into that haze of raw lust and desire. Our bond was fully open and the emotions I was getting through it were over-whelming. Godric surely was taking his time this evening, as he laid me down on the bed kissing every inch of my face and alternating with licks down my neck by the time he got to my chest and nipples he had started nipping at my skin sucking on it, bruising it occasionally which I regretted to see fade within minutes. Marks of his adoration and appreciation. It was taking all my self control to keep my passion passive, only the thought that this was about him and not me, and that I needed him to know, no one could devote themselves to him like I could, kept my hands and my raw sexual energy in check. His pleasure through the bond was a boost to my confidence, making me proud that I could give it to him. Give in to him, because a little hesitation on my part would have alerted him.

I kept touching him wherever I could reach, usually ending up with nothing but his hair in my hand as his delicious and moist mouth and those sharp fangs pleasured me. I growled, twitched, hissed under him until I reached the point where I was seriously thinking about begging him. Knowing that he was just as far gone as me. I had no idea how he could control so long when I was so willing. Suddenly he sat back between my legs. I knew it was time so I grabbed a pillow that was one of many behind my head, to place under my hips as reached down, I felt Godric pushing down against my thighs and he took the pillow from my hands and threw it somewhere behind him.

I looked straight into his eyes, trying to get a cue about what I was supposed to do. He slowly crawled up towards me, his naked body shining in the glow of fire light, all fluid lines and perfection his hand reached up and away, to where, i could not see as his mouth descended upon mine in a long messy and languorous kiss that wound me up even tighter. I felt his hand between us travelling downwards gingerly taking hold of my already leaking erection and stroking it fast spreading something warm and liquid on it as it stood even prouder and then I felt it, most unexpectedly, his entrance, so tight yet yielding, gripping down on the head of my swollen member. I could not help the moan that escaped my lips as his fingers dug deep into my shoulder. He hissed viciously as he descended upon my length, which was, as always a considerable undertaking, even for regular women, and in a blink I was squeezed inside to the hilt and thrown completely off guard with the overwhelming pleasure. Before I could gather myself, he was moving upwards again, the friction making me see stars with effort to hold myself off. I was a fucking Vampire, I had extraordinary stamina even when I was a human, but Godric's foreplay was sort of cruel if this is what he intended to do all along, in retrospect. I had been hovering around the edge to start with. With another push downwards, I could take it no more, I jerked upwards, tangling my arms around his waist trying to get some kind of control back or at least something to hold on in order to hold off. He pulled upwards again, making every inch of my cock swell even further with unbearable tightness.

"You are Cruel!" I hissed at him baring my fangs. Which scraped against his chest and his left nipple. A drop of blood escaped readily thick and maroon freezing in a beautiful orb of ruby against his glowing golden skin, my tongue flicked out on its own accord to gather it before it escaped. Godric flavor was still spread on my tongue He was again pulling upwards until only the head of my penis was inside him, before slamming down again until I was in him to the hilt, his own erection hard and becoming a victim to the friction between our bodies, rubbing hotly from my abdomen to the bottom of my chest.

"Only to myself." He hissed back. As he slammed down on me once more and gave out a hearty moan as my erection finally rubbed against his prostate because I had just moved a fraction of an angle in a circular motion. His pace became frantic after that. It was true, he was being cruel and needy and frantic, only hurting himself in search of that break, that spot which only hit when I moved with him. I took hold of his hip with one steady hand, feeling his fingers tightening their already bone crushing grip on my shoulders everytime we hit his prostate, and I reached for his impossibly swollen and leaking penis with the other hand, I did not have to move my hand at all since Godric was the one moving and now arching in my hand and around my length, the heat and control became impossible for me then as I felt him come with a jolt, clamping down on me to the hilt, throwing me into an orgasm so hard and furious that I could feel it to the tips of my hair before another jolt hit me out of nowhere and I could not stifle my rapture anymore. It was like every molecule of my soul was being reset in its composition.

"FUCK GODRIC YESSSS!" I yelled. As it went on and on. I collapsed from my inclined position, not realizing that I had taken Godric down with me as well, only feeling it as I was pulled out of him. Not knowing why we were both panting as aftershocks kept going through my body. This was something absolutely new. I had been having sex with Godric for past 300 years but it had never been like this. I felt Godric moving, as he pulled himself up. His eyes sparkling now and a smirk playing on his lips. Which I had somehow missed for the past 2 weeks that we had been here in Damascus.

"It's so fucking beautiful when you scream like that." he said looking down at me, smirking, still straddled around my waist. Looking like a boy. A really naughty one all of a sudden making me feel like a wronged maiden who has just been fucked thoroughly possibly out of the sense of place and time as I realized that I had come screaming most unabashedly as probably half of the residents of Damascus had heard. I was a Viking, a berserker for the sake of Odin. Epitome of Male sexual power and prowess! Subdued so succulently by a Helvetian Boy toy and not really regretful of it. Not in the least.

"Yes, and now the whole Palace are going to look at me strangely! Like a cheap fucking whore." I said scowling, though I knew Godric could feel my real mood.

"OH ERIK! YES! YES! THERE! FUCK YES!" Godric yelled at the top of his voice in a very convincing way. Before he looked down at me in that beautifully debauched way which brought my flaccid cock to half hard in under 3 seconds.

"There you go, now we are even! I am just as much of 'cheap fucking whore' as you…Though…" he paused before mischief came out to play on all of his face "I better not hear you screaming for someone else! Ever!" he had leaned down as he spoke and eagerly took my lips into a strong, yet yielding kiss, my tongue rolling over his easily, his mouth tasting of me I wondered why Godric was always so bent of giving more than taking. It was an oddly sensitive trait of his, could I have been luckier in being chosen to be Godric's child. Probably not. The bond filled with adoration and contentment. I was feeling it much more intensely than usual. I wondered why it was so and if it was the reason for the double orgasm. Relieved that Godric was so content and confident now I realized as we cleaned and dressed that it had been a strange evening so far and I knew one thing about strange evenings; they led to even stranger nights. I just hoped that our rather wanton display of being cheap whores, though very exclusive cheap whores did not lead to any trouble. I mean, we had been guilty of bringing about full blown orgies before. I just hoped that was the kind of strange the night would be. A vampire could wish.

As it is, even Vampire wishes are like human ones. They don't come true.

So? Ehm ehm ehm…. Hides under the bed. REVIEW? PLEASE?