I had a few problems writing this – first time I've ever writing anything even remotely dirty. Oh well... Hate to leave you hanging – but how else do you end a chapter this adult? Leave reviews please... It took a long time to write.
I had to rewrite it twice to make it work (not easy). Thanks to those who have reviewed and to those who have judged me favourite/alert worthy.

WARNING: Mature Content (Not Pornography, but an integral part of the story)

Note (11-Sep-2010) - I reposted this chapter (reformatted) because of some reading issues. There's no change in content!

Brotherly Love

Chapter 5: Lust is a Sin for a reason

"Eric," I moaned, "please!" I'm sounding so needy, but I can't help it. Eric's just so beautiful, and he loved me once. Surely that counts for something.

Oh, fuck. Who cares? I want him.

But he pulls away from me. I groan in disappointment.

"Shh, my darling," he whispers into my ear even as he gets off the bed, "we are not yet finished."

"Then why are you leaving me?" I whined. I sound like a child. What's wrong with me?

"if I'm involved," he said suggestively, "I won't be focused. I need to make sure there's nothing nearby. I'm not endangering your life."

That brought small tears to my eye but hopefully he didn't see that as he simply disappeared from my sight. I sighed and made myself comfortable whilst making sure my body was laid out as suggestively as possible. Once I started, I wasn't going to be stopped for anything.

Except, of course, a missing partner. I started to get worried around the 5 minute mark. It should've only taken him a minute, but if he was scouting the area around my house, it might be longer. After 10 minutes I began to panic but then I heard something. 3 gentle taps on the door. I rushed to the door in my skimpy underwear – looking like something my brother might have on the pictures on the bottom of his truck.

He stood there, looking as beautiful as a seraph (the bible was one of the only books my Gran kept in the house). His clothes looked a little worse for wear, but I assumed he'd pushed himself hard in the forest to return for me. He looked me up and down and a satisfied grin sat on his face.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, his roots more pronounced in his accent. Lust obviously brought out the Viking in him.

"You don't need an invite..." I said, rather petulantly. I wanted him right now. Why was he prolonging this torment?

"We should do this..." he seemed to struggle for a word, something I didn't think I'd see Eric do, "properly." He gave me a significant look and the words poured out of my mouth.

"Please, with all my heart, I beg you to come in".

The smile widened and he disappeared. I groaned in a disappointment, but it only lasted a few seconds as I heard (my hearing was still slightly augmented from the vampire blood) the springs in the bed compress.

I raced to the bedroom to find him waiting for me. As soon as I got next to him, he placed a very hard kiss against my lips.

"Remember some of us are human" I told him. He whispered something which sounded like "I'm Sorry" and kissed me again, softer. I was surprised but obviously Eric was opening up.

His tongue left my mouth and started travelling slowly down my body. His mouth fixed itself onto my neck, his tongue gently flicking back and forth. I couldn't stop myself; I moaned. Loudly. I was glad, once again, that I didn't have neighbours and that Gran couldn't hear me (God, I hope she had the sense to look away in heaven).

He answered my moan with a very deep, manly groan (not that I expected anything less – in fact, I was kind of somewhat surprised he didn't roar in pride). His fingers roved still lower, gently tickling my stomach, in his unstoppable quest to get inside my panties (if I were wearing any...)

I grabbed his shirt before his fingers forced me into a sexual delirium. I wasn't going to let him have all the fun. I pulled it off, breaking at least 2 buttons in the process, and he gave me a disapproving look and put his hands either side of my head.

"That Shirt was expensive" he scolded, with a deadpan face. I barely heard him, I was too far gone. I wanted his fingers back. I looked into his eyes with fake guilt. But he was smiling.

"Bastard" I whispered. His muffled laughter, his mouth was busy at my nipples, reached me and I smiled then moaned loudly. His fangs had descended and I was almost scared for my breasts, but I knew he loved them. The pain of them being bitten was eclipsed by the pleasure that shot through my body. During sex I love for a man to take control – but I wasn't going to sit back and be selfish. That wasn't how I was raised. I lifted my hand and rubbed it gently against his stomach. I thought he was vibrating (exciting huh?) but he was only shivering at vampiric speeds.
"Sookie," he said roughly. I pinched his nipples gently and he stopped talking (finally) and just moaned. I felt that moan rumble through my entire body, inflaming my passions. My teeth went to work on his chest, leaving gentle bite marks on his perfectly smooth and pale chest. They stood out against his almost translucent skin for a second, before fading back to perfection. I dropped my hands to his belt as his fingers finally circled home and he penetrated me slowly with his thick digit. I practically screamed and before I could blink, his trousers were off and I had another finger in me. I thought it would be painful to be stretched as wide as just two of his fingers, but he was very good at preparing me. He'd had 1,000 years and that experience showed when he used his tongue as he was now.

"Thanks for leaving me the best bit to unwrap", I said with hitched breath as my hand rubbed gently on the silk boxers, feeling the hardness beneath. I shivered visibly when I considered the size – it was a lot bigger than I remembered. His tongue was doing things that no other man (not even Quinn who had been a tiger and not just in bed) had ever managed to do. I was orgasming, and he hadn't even released his penis yet.

"GGOODDD" I screamed. I could feel bad for blaspheming later – right now I was in heaven. I couldn't see him but I realised that he must have removed his underwear but there was a lot of force trying to push into me. He had obviously warmed me up enough because I felt no pain. Eric might be very self-centred in his day to day life but I never had to worry about him being selfish in bed. He was a generous lover – in more ways than one.

"Mhmm" (or something like that) was the noise he made as his penis found its way home. It fit so perfectly, it was almost like it was designed for it. I grabbed his perfect butt and pulled him into me. He pumped gently and seemed focused in making me orgasm again. It didn't take long before I was screaming and seeing stars, and he finally began properly engaging. His thrusts were almost invisible to my eye, but still gentle and he was obviously enjoying himself, judging by the sounds. I was trying with all my might, and muscles, to make him orgasm. I'd come twice, it was his turn. He suddenly stopped and his beautifully bright eyes were suddenly staring into mine, but seeing deep into my soul. I knew what he wanted, and realised that he was holding himself off, to see whether I would give me myself to him, completely. I knew that, even if he didn't love me, he did feel something for me and that was enough for now.

I pulled him close me, both of us shuddering as he slid further in, and grabbed the skin of his neck with my teeth. After a few seconds, the skin split and blood filled my mouth. It was very sharp and not all that nice, but for him it was as if mouth was on another penis. He moaned and a deep rumble built in his chest and his fangs pierced my neck. I felt him suck fast and I tried to keep pace. I knew I was strengthening our bond to who knew what level but I didn't care. I just wanted him to be happy. And he was. He really really was.

It felt like a dam broke and I was suddenly flooded. Thank god vampires can't reproduce or I'm sure I'd be pregnant right now. His guttural moan filled my ears and he slumped against me, gently licking my neck to close the bite marks. I sucked a little more of his, just to help it heal, then licked his too. My hands held his still shivering body until his tremors subsided and he fell beside me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into him until I could 'feel him', but not in any sexual way. It was just a part of him, a part of the man I loved. The man who was holding me as I went to sleep. The man whose eyes were the wrong colour.