FIC: Brother
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linndechirTitle: Brother
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linndechir
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Eric/Godric
Words: 1588
Rating: NC-17 (gratuitous, pointless smut)
Summary: “I’ll be your father. Your brother. Your son.”
Author’s note: This is part two in my “Father Brother Son”-series, you can find the first part here. However, the scenes are independent; you can read this one even if you haven’t read the first one. I’m not entirely sure when and where this is set, but I had something like 19th-century England in mind. Vaguely. It doesn’t really matter, I think. This was written extremely quickly, but I was determined to post it tonight. I needed to get it out of my mind. If you find any typos/mistakes, I apologise; please let me know and I‘ll correct them. I also apologise for the completely pointless and not even very good smut, but there's not much I can do about that. ;)
Part 2: Brother
A late winter evening, dark and cold, but still busy enough for the city noise to seep through into the park. Nearby voices, talking, laughing, the clattering of horseshoes on the gravel - it all betrayed the presence of humans nearby, yet the two vampires ignored both the noise and the scent. They had already fed tonight, and their interest in human company was rather limited.
They were sitting on a wooden bench in a small, secluded arbour, ivy twines hiding them from any passers-by. Godric rested his head lightly against Eric’s shoulder, his eyes closed, his expression dreamy. He could spend the whole night just sitting here, but he knew that his impetuous companion would have none of that.
It didn’t take long until Eric shifted a little and put an arm around Godric’s slender shoulders, pulling him close and then placing a fleeting kiss on the long, carefully combed hair. Godric looked like such a well-behaved, good boy in his simple suit, with his hair so well-groomed. Eric knew better than to tease him about it, though - he was well aware that the answer would be a grin and a comment that Eric himself looked like a perfect gentleman right now.
In almost childish defiance, as if to prove to himself that he was anything but a gentleman, Eric grabbed Godric’s chin and lifted it a little. But when he tried to kiss him his maker eluded him and smirked.
“Weren‘t we invited to some reception tonight?” Godric sounded as if the thought had only just occurred to him.
“Do you want to go?” Eric asked back and tightened his embrace.
“Not really.” Godric chuckled and gave Eric an amused look. Fake personalities that permitted them to mix in human society had become one of their favourite pastimes over the centuries, and he found this one particularly entertaining. “They will probably assume that, in our grief over our father’s death, we are not in the mood for company … brother.”
Eric grinned. It wasn’t easy for two men to get away with sharing a suite in a hotel; and these days their age difference was considered too small for Eric to pass off as Godric’s father. But nobody asked questions about two half-brothers, the older one kindly taking his under-age brother in after their father’s death. Eric had still trouble not to laugh whenever some society lady called him a good, charitable Christian for taking care of his little brother.
“Then why don’t we go back to our hotel and I comfort you a little?” Eric suggested. His grin was so dirty that it would have made the same society ladies blush to the roots of their hair.
Godric laughed, not the wild, animalistic laugh of a hunting vampire, but the gentle, almost innocent laugh of a young boy. He squeezed Eric’s bigger hand for a second before he suddenly jumped up and left off as fast as he could. Feigning an exasperated sigh Eric followed him.
They reached the luxurious hotel and their room barely two minutes later. Once the door was closed and locked behind them Eric lifted Godric up in his arms, as carefully as a young man would have done with his bride, and carried him to the bedroom.
Godric enjoyed himself too much to comment on the gesture. He always felt so human when Eric held him, cared for, safe. Loved. He hardly remembered his mortal life anymore, and before he had met Eric the memories had kept slipping away from him. But Eric … Eric was the only one who could make him feel young again, alive, just a boy in the arms of the man he loved. In these moments of familiarity and trust, Eric felt indeed like the brother he had never had.
Godric had heard once that no link was more intimate among humans than the one between twins. He verily doubted that it came even close to what he and his child shared.
Lying on the broad bed he looked up at Eric. Watched as the tall Viking stripped and revealed the warrior body Godric had worshiped since he had first seen it in battle, a body that was so much stronger than his own.
“Brothers?” he said doubtfully, a soft smile on his lips.
Eric chuckled and shrugged. Within the blink of an eye he was on top of Godric, but then he suddenly slowed down, as if he had changed his mind. He hesitated, then kissed him gently, barely more than a shy brushing of lips, one big hand on Godric’s smooth, forever beardless cheek.
Godric arched into the considerate touches, his eyes closed in pleasure. In their passion and wildness they sometimes forgot that they had all eternity together, that there was no need to rush. It only made the moments when they remembered more beautiful.
Godric’s clothes were disposed of almost as quickly as Eric’s had been, but only to clear the way for Eric’s hands and lips. He worked his way down Godric’s body with excruciatingly slow caresses, as thoroughly as if he were discovering this beauty for the first time. Gentle nips at Godric’s throat without biting him, fingers tracing the tattoos on his upper arms and his neck, relishing the answering moans as much as Godric’s hands on his shoulders.
But apparently Godric wasn’t content with being the cherished little brother tonight: his fingers found their way to Eric’s chin to make him look up. A knowing smile was exchanged, followed by a lingering kiss before Godric gently pushed Eric down on the bed. Not as roughly as he often did; a brother’s request rather than a father’s command.
Eric sighed in anticipation when Godric leant over him, a mischievous smile on the boyish face. The sigh turned into a soft moan when Godric traced his muscles with teasing fingers, then a loud groan when these fingers were joined by a tongue, leaving moist traces on the strong chest that was quivering with unneeded gasps.
Yet Godric didn’t feel like teasing the younger vampire too much, not tonight. He didn’t want to hear him beg or plead, he simply wanted to give as much pleasure as he received. Gentle hands coaxed Eric into turning over, as timidly as if they expected a resistance that never came, never had in over 800 years.
Eric made himself comfortable on his side, completely relaxed when Godric snuggled up against his back; soft, cool lips nuzzling the skin between Eric’s shoulder blades.
“Love your back,” Godric mumbled, more to himself than to Eric, and his voice would have sounded sleepy to anyone but Eric, who knew that Godric was simply feeling completely and utterly happy. Eric reached for the small bottle they had left on the bedside table last night, then handed it to Godric.
“I know you do, brother.” Godric could hear the smirk. “But there are other parts of my body that are in more dire need of your attention.”
Godric’s chuckle was a tickle of cold breath against the moist skin of Eric’s back, but as pleasant as the feeling was, it was soon forgotten as slick fingers ventured further down, following the curve of Eric’s spine to their destination.
Godric resumed his nips and licks on Eric’s back and shoulders, kisses that were sometimes so soft they might have been innocent if Godric’s fingers had been doing anything else.
They both took their time, bodies pressed together, whispering almost voiceless words of affection that were disrupted by moans, all senses focused on nothing but this untarnished bliss. Neither would have known how much time passed until Eric reached behind him and stilled Godric’s hand.
He could virtually feel Godric’s smile against his back when his maker finally took him, a smile that was followed by a sharp intake of breath, echoed by Eric’s quiet moan. And all the while Godric’s hands kept moving slowly over Eric’s body, his touches even now tender and unhurried, but so intense that Eric was soon trembling with pleasure.
The moment Godric came he buried his fangs in Eric’s back, a bite that was too aimless to be deliberate. Eric groaned in pain and surprise, lust and satisfaction. He lay trembling in Godric’s arms, and a last, content moan left his lips when Godric licked the blood off the rapidly healing wound. Eric had always found it arousing beyond words that he could make a vampire as old as Godric lose control.
For a long time neither of them stirred. Godric’s hand was resting on Eric’s stomach, covered by the Viking’s bigger hand. Only Godric’s lips kept moving, never tired of caressing the smooth, cold skin over hard muscle.
When the sun started to rise hours later - something the vampires felt even behind the opaque blinds - Eric finally shifted. He turned around and wrapped his arms around a by now very sleepy Godric, who was just about willing to exchange Eric’s back for his chest.
Eric didn’t realise how protective his embrace was; all he knew was that he wouldn’t be able to stand it if his Godric was ever taken from him. He wanted to tell him, but dawn was coming quickly and he could barely stay awake.
A moment before he lost consciousness he heard Godric whisper one word, so silently that even his sharp senses couldn’t make it out clearly.
Brother. Lover.
Eric smiled and closed his eyes. It made no difference. Not to them.
Author:
linndechir Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Eric/Godric
Words: 1588
Rating: NC-17 (gratuitous, pointless smut)
Summary: “I’ll be your father. Your brother. Your son.”
Author’s note: This is part two in my “Father Brother Son”-series, you can find the first part here. However, the scenes are independent; you can read this one even if you haven’t read the first one. I’m not entirely sure when and where this is set, but I had something like 19th-century England in mind. Vaguely. It doesn’t really matter, I think. This was written extremely quickly, but I was determined to post it tonight. I needed to get it out of my mind. If you find any typos/mistakes, I apologise; please let me know and I‘ll correct them. I also apologise for the completely pointless and not even very good smut, but there's not much I can do about that. ;)
Part 2: Brother
A late winter evening, dark and cold, but still busy enough for the city noise to seep through into the park. Nearby voices, talking, laughing, the clattering of horseshoes on the gravel - it all betrayed the presence of humans nearby, yet the two vampires ignored both the noise and the scent. They had already fed tonight, and their interest in human company was rather limited.
They were sitting on a wooden bench in a small, secluded arbour, ivy twines hiding them from any passers-by. Godric rested his head lightly against Eric’s shoulder, his eyes closed, his expression dreamy. He could spend the whole night just sitting here, but he knew that his impetuous companion would have none of that.
It didn’t take long until Eric shifted a little and put an arm around Godric’s slender shoulders, pulling him close and then placing a fleeting kiss on the long, carefully combed hair. Godric looked like such a well-behaved, good boy in his simple suit, with his hair so well-groomed. Eric knew better than to tease him about it, though - he was well aware that the answer would be a grin and a comment that Eric himself looked like a perfect gentleman right now.
In almost childish defiance, as if to prove to himself that he was anything but a gentleman, Eric grabbed Godric’s chin and lifted it a little. But when he tried to kiss him his maker eluded him and smirked.
“Weren‘t we invited to some reception tonight?” Godric sounded as if the thought had only just occurred to him.
“Do you want to go?” Eric asked back and tightened his embrace.
“Not really.” Godric chuckled and gave Eric an amused look. Fake personalities that permitted them to mix in human society had become one of their favourite pastimes over the centuries, and he found this one particularly entertaining. “They will probably assume that, in our grief over our father’s death, we are not in the mood for company … brother.”
Eric grinned. It wasn’t easy for two men to get away with sharing a suite in a hotel; and these days their age difference was considered too small for Eric to pass off as Godric’s father. But nobody asked questions about two half-brothers, the older one kindly taking his under-age brother in after their father’s death. Eric had still trouble not to laugh whenever some society lady called him a good, charitable Christian for taking care of his little brother.
“Then why don’t we go back to our hotel and I comfort you a little?” Eric suggested. His grin was so dirty that it would have made the same society ladies blush to the roots of their hair.
Godric laughed, not the wild, animalistic laugh of a hunting vampire, but the gentle, almost innocent laugh of a young boy. He squeezed Eric’s bigger hand for a second before he suddenly jumped up and left off as fast as he could. Feigning an exasperated sigh Eric followed him.
They reached the luxurious hotel and their room barely two minutes later. Once the door was closed and locked behind them Eric lifted Godric up in his arms, as carefully as a young man would have done with his bride, and carried him to the bedroom.
Godric enjoyed himself too much to comment on the gesture. He always felt so human when Eric held him, cared for, safe. Loved. He hardly remembered his mortal life anymore, and before he had met Eric the memories had kept slipping away from him. But Eric … Eric was the only one who could make him feel young again, alive, just a boy in the arms of the man he loved. In these moments of familiarity and trust, Eric felt indeed like the brother he had never had.
Godric had heard once that no link was more intimate among humans than the one between twins. He verily doubted that it came even close to what he and his child shared.
Lying on the broad bed he looked up at Eric. Watched as the tall Viking stripped and revealed the warrior body Godric had worshiped since he had first seen it in battle, a body that was so much stronger than his own.
“Brothers?” he said doubtfully, a soft smile on his lips.
Eric chuckled and shrugged. Within the blink of an eye he was on top of Godric, but then he suddenly slowed down, as if he had changed his mind. He hesitated, then kissed him gently, barely more than a shy brushing of lips, one big hand on Godric’s smooth, forever beardless cheek.
Godric arched into the considerate touches, his eyes closed in pleasure. In their passion and wildness they sometimes forgot that they had all eternity together, that there was no need to rush. It only made the moments when they remembered more beautiful.
Godric’s clothes were disposed of almost as quickly as Eric’s had been, but only to clear the way for Eric’s hands and lips. He worked his way down Godric’s body with excruciatingly slow caresses, as thoroughly as if he were discovering this beauty for the first time. Gentle nips at Godric’s throat without biting him, fingers tracing the tattoos on his upper arms and his neck, relishing the answering moans as much as Godric’s hands on his shoulders.
But apparently Godric wasn’t content with being the cherished little brother tonight: his fingers found their way to Eric’s chin to make him look up. A knowing smile was exchanged, followed by a lingering kiss before Godric gently pushed Eric down on the bed. Not as roughly as he often did; a brother’s request rather than a father’s command.
Eric sighed in anticipation when Godric leant over him, a mischievous smile on the boyish face. The sigh turned into a soft moan when Godric traced his muscles with teasing fingers, then a loud groan when these fingers were joined by a tongue, leaving moist traces on the strong chest that was quivering with unneeded gasps.
Yet Godric didn’t feel like teasing the younger vampire too much, not tonight. He didn’t want to hear him beg or plead, he simply wanted to give as much pleasure as he received. Gentle hands coaxed Eric into turning over, as timidly as if they expected a resistance that never came, never had in over 800 years.
Eric made himself comfortable on his side, completely relaxed when Godric snuggled up against his back; soft, cool lips nuzzling the skin between Eric’s shoulder blades.
“Love your back,” Godric mumbled, more to himself than to Eric, and his voice would have sounded sleepy to anyone but Eric, who knew that Godric was simply feeling completely and utterly happy. Eric reached for the small bottle they had left on the bedside table last night, then handed it to Godric.
“I know you do, brother.” Godric could hear the smirk. “But there are other parts of my body that are in more dire need of your attention.”
Godric’s chuckle was a tickle of cold breath against the moist skin of Eric’s back, but as pleasant as the feeling was, it was soon forgotten as slick fingers ventured further down, following the curve of Eric’s spine to their destination.
Godric resumed his nips and licks on Eric’s back and shoulders, kisses that were sometimes so soft they might have been innocent if Godric’s fingers had been doing anything else.
They both took their time, bodies pressed together, whispering almost voiceless words of affection that were disrupted by moans, all senses focused on nothing but this untarnished bliss. Neither would have known how much time passed until Eric reached behind him and stilled Godric’s hand.
He could virtually feel Godric’s smile against his back when his maker finally took him, a smile that was followed by a sharp intake of breath, echoed by Eric’s quiet moan. And all the while Godric’s hands kept moving slowly over Eric’s body, his touches even now tender and unhurried, but so intense that Eric was soon trembling with pleasure.
The moment Godric came he buried his fangs in Eric’s back, a bite that was too aimless to be deliberate. Eric groaned in pain and surprise, lust and satisfaction. He lay trembling in Godric’s arms, and a last, content moan left his lips when Godric licked the blood off the rapidly healing wound. Eric had always found it arousing beyond words that he could make a vampire as old as Godric lose control.
For a long time neither of them stirred. Godric’s hand was resting on Eric’s stomach, covered by the Viking’s bigger hand. Only Godric’s lips kept moving, never tired of caressing the smooth, cold skin over hard muscle.
When the sun started to rise hours later - something the vampires felt even behind the opaque blinds - Eric finally shifted. He turned around and wrapped his arms around a by now very sleepy Godric, who was just about willing to exchange Eric’s back for his chest.
Eric didn’t realise how protective his embrace was; all he knew was that he wouldn’t be able to stand it if his Godric was ever taken from him. He wanted to tell him, but dawn was coming quickly and he could barely stay awake.
A moment before he lost consciousness he heard Godric whisper one word, so silently that even his sharp senses couldn’t make it out clearly.
Brother. Lover.
Eric smiled and closed his eyes. It made no difference. Not to them.
