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withimpunityTitle: You ain't born typical
Pairing: Eric Northman/Ray Person
Rating: NC-17 - Adult
Words: 4339
A/n: AU, obvs. True Blood/Generation Kill crossover. Also: I don’t even know. One day I thought, hey! Wouldn’t it be awesome if Ray was Sookie and there was no Bill? So that happened. And then this did. Enjoy?
“You’re insufferable, infuriating, annoying, and a generous amount of the time all I can think about is ripping your throat out and tossing your body into the dumpster behind the bar like a used tissue.”
Ray swallows. He’s not backing up or backing down, but he’s not stupid enough to open his big mouth right now either. Eric’s got a good two inches on him, looming over him like a fucking giant, and Ray’s seen how quick he can be, how strong he is. He could break every bone in Ray’s body in a second, tear his heart out of his chest even quicker. It would be nothing to him - just like breaking a pencil to Ray. He kind of looks like he wants to do just that. Sometimes Ray can tell what Eric’s thinking, sometimes he can’t be sure. This is one of those times. His breathing is funny and his mouth is pulled tight, his eyes dark and intent, trying to stay focused on something.
“And then there are times like these,” he murmurs, stepping toward Ray a little closer. “When I can’t stop thinking about your mouth and what you should be doing with it instead oftalking.”
Ray trembles a little as Eric reaches out, thumbs at the soft part of Ray’s bottom lip, mesmerized by its color, the way it pulls and drags against his skin, how warm and wet it is. “You have been nothing but a pain in my ass since the day I hired you to work at my bar,” Eric continues, stroking the corners of Ray’s mouth with his fingertips. “You insult my customers, you piss off the inspectors, you ruined three dozen crates of True Blood, and you haven’t knocked once before barging into my office for some inane reason or another.”
“Are you firing me?” Ray asks. He kind of hopes that Eric’s going to say yes, pack your shit and never step foot in my bar again. He’’s kind of freaking him out a little and by a little, Ray means he’s about to shit his pants from the pure fucking terror of the situation. He’s cool with vampires and all, but he’s never actually been this close to one before. No vampire has ever looked at him the way Eric Northman is looking at him right now.
Eric smiles; its kind of beautiful and really, really horrifying all at the same time. “I should. But I’m not.”
He stops touching the boy as soon as he hears the harsh clacking of Pam’s heels coming down the hallway. “You may go now,” He says to Ray as Pam enters the room, arms crossed. Her face is wrought with disapproval.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asks, raising her eyebrows at him as soon as Ray returns to the bar.
“Tending to business. What do you need?” Eric says, shuffling the papers around on his desk.
“You suck at lying to me, just fyi.” Pam adds wryly and crosses her legs as she sits down at the chair across from Eric’s desk. “He’s cute.”
“He’s a fucking idiot. One of the biggest fuck-ups I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. Humans are pathetic, but that one really brings the point home.”
Pam’s lips slowly curl into a smirk. “You want to fuck him.”
Eric doesn’t give her the pleasure of looking up. He punches numbers into an adding machine like they mean something. “Why would I want to put my dick into a degenerate, white trash weakling such as that, Pam?”
“Because he’s fun,” Pam grins. “He’s not boring like all the rest of them. I can tell.”
“You’re certainly right about that,” Eric replies, feigning disinterest.
“Have you tasted him at least?”
“Of course not,” Eric dismisses. “Is this interrogation over? I have phone calls to make.”
“Of course,” Pam smirks. “I’ll be in the back if you need anything, checking inventory with Yvetta.”
“I wasn’t aware Yvetta could count higher than five.” Eric drawls, raising his eyes to meet Pam’s.
“Not sure. If not, I’m sure I can find something for her to do.” Pam grins.
Eric smiles to himself as he dials the number for the office supply company they use; he’s out of staples.
****
There are days when Eric finds himself actually wishing for the true death. Today is one of those days. At seven he had a conference call with Nan Flannigan, at twelve one of his dancers quit, at twelve-thirty there was an overdose case he had Pam deal with, and at one fifteen he’s heading to the back when he hears a crate being dropped to the ground, a dozen bottles of True Blood smashing to pieces.
“You know, Ray. I thinks its time our professional relationship came to a swift end,” Eric is saying as he strolls into the storage room, coming to an abrupt halt halfway through, pulling his lips back as his fangs descend sharply, instantly.
He hears Ray’s gasp and thinks quickly, clears his head, his fangs slowly disappearing.
“I apologize,” Eric says. “The scent of blood must have taken me by surprise. What did you do?”
“Sorry,” Ray says. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, swear to Christ. There was just this slippery spot on the floor, some ice or something. I just slipped and the crate went flying and shit, you’re gonna rip out my rib cage and wear it as a hat, aren’t you? Son of a bitch.”
Eric chuckles, light and airy. “Over a case of B Positive True Blood? I think not.” He takes a few steps closer to Ray, slowly wraps his fingers around Ray’s wrist. “Let me see how bad.” He turns Ray’s wrist over and removes the towel Ray had wrapped around it. As soon as he does, Ray’s blood starts gushing out again. Eric can feel the itch and tingle in his gums, but controls it this time, controls himself. Its deep, possibly even cut a major vein the way blood is just pouring out of the center of his palm like a free-flowing fountain.
“You will need stitches,” Eric says to him, applying firm pressure to the cut.
Ray sighs. “Great. Why the fuck am I only an accident prone asshole when I don’t have any insurance? By the way, thanks for that. Oh hey, I can get workers comp for this, right?”
“Better idea,” Eric replies, letting his fangs drop, slicing into his own wrist with them, shallow little cuts, just enough for a slow drip. He holds his wrist up to Ray’s mouth. “Here.”
“Uh, ew.” Ray scrunches his nose and forehead. “That’s sick, dude. I mean, more power to you guys and all, but I still got a pulse if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Not for fucking long if you don’t shut up and drink. You’re losing blood at an alarming rate. You can either go to the hospital right the fuck now, or you can drink and heal instantly. Its up to you.”
“Oh my god, fine.” Ray sighs, then mutters, “This is so messed up.”
Ray closes his eyes as he wraps his fingers around Eric’s forearm and brings it to his mouth. It is kind of disgusting at first, all cold and coppery tasting, but once he’s swallowed it fuck, its fucking awesome. Everything feels so much brighter and louder and Ray feels fucking strong, like he could punch straight through someones face or something. Also he’s really, super horny. Probably the horniest he’s ever been in his entire life.
“Ok, ok. That’s enough, Ray. Too much and that tiny human heart of yours might explode.”
Reluctantly, Ray pulls away and lets go of Eric’s arm. His mouth and cheeks are smeared with Eric’s blood and Ray watches as Eric slowly leans in, hand on the back of Ray’s neck, and licks it off of his mouth. Without thinking, Ray fists his his hands into Eric’s shirt and kisses him, crawls into his lap and bites at Eric’s neck and throat, grinding against him. Eric just smiles against Ray’s mouth and lets him dry hump him, tugging on Ray’s hair gently as he fucks into his mouth with his tongue. He can still taste his blood in his mouth and on his lips.
“Shit, unhh,” Ray grunts and comes in his pants, clutching Eric’s back and shoulders as he shakes through it and comes down. Eric picks him up off of him effortlessly and sits him back down on the floor, patting his head.
“I’ll get someone to clean up the broken bottles. Go clean yourself up.”
Ray looks up at him, dazed, eyes glossy and blown, mouth all bright and puffy. It takes everything in Eric not to fuck him where he lies and drain him dry.
****
Ray thinks that normally, this sort of thing would make an awkward work environment. But, he works for a vampire so he thinks they probably got the awkwardness out a long fucking time ago. Instead of being awkward, now its just fucking distracting.
Ever since he drank Eric’s blood, he’s been having these wicked erotic dreams about him. He googled it and apparently its a totally normal side effect of drinking a vampire’s blood, but from what he read, the feeling’s not supposed to linger. Most of the cases he read about, the person would dream about the vampire and then wake up feeling totally disgusted and skeeved out. Ray just wakes up with a raging, rock hard boner and wanders around work all day trying to bump into Eric. He doesn’t even know why. Fuck.
He thinks its weird how he hasn’t forgotten what it was like, what he felt like after having Eric’s blood in him. He’s done a lot of drugs in the past and none of them were memorable experiences. He couldn’t tell you exactly how awesome X made him feel two weeks after he had taken it. Sure, he could tell you what he’d done after taking it, mostly from the stories his friends told him, but he couldn’t actually remember enough to say how good it felt. He remembers everything he felt with Eric’s blood in him. How smooth and hard his skin felt, how it tasted in his mouth, the way his skin felt when it was healing, like he could feel every cell working together beneath his skin, how the air smelled. There really was no way to describe it, but he did know one thing: he wants more.
****
“You let that little shit drink from you?” Pam demands, standing over Eric at his desk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eric mutters casually, flipping through a magazine with his feet up on his desk.
Pam rolls her eyes. “Eric, you’re my maker. You think I can’t tell when someone else has had your blood? He smells of you, Eric.”
Eric looks up from his magazine. “If you must know, he dropped a case of True Blood. One of the bottles sliced open a vein and he was bleeding severely. I gave him a choice, the hospital or my blood.”
“Why would you do that?” Pam stares at him quizzically. “Is this a new thing you’re doing? Walking around, offering to heal the sick with your super vampire blood? Eric, I love you, but sometimes I don’t get you..”
“You don’t have to -”
“Ow! Fucking hell, that hurts. Shit!”
A stack of papers flutter and fly off of Eric desk as he exits the office to see what happened. Pam sighs.
“What happened?” Eric demands. Ray’s standing in the kitchen, hand wrapped around one of his fingers, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Another fucking accident,” Ray mutters. “I’m so goddamn clumsy. I cut myself again. Bad.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eric swears. “You’re like a child. How bad?”
“Um,” Ray’s cheeks tinge pink. “Pretty bad. Stitches, probably. I think, I think I’m gonna need some more...you know.”
Eric takes a step closer, arching an eyebrow. “Oh, you think so?”
“Yeah, I hit another vein. I think.”
“You think?” Eric asks, wrapped his fingers around Ray’s wrist. “Let’s see.”
“No, don’t. I-”
Eric smiles after pulling Ray’s other hand off, a small pearl of blood gathered at the tip of his finger, sliced open by what looked like a dull pocket knife or a sharp envelope. “Ray,” Eric leans over him, his voice low. “All you had to do was ask.”
Ray shudders all over. “I didn’t. Well. I just-”
“Shh,” Eric says, leaning to and kissing the spot behind Ray’s ear, following the curve of his neck all the way down to his collarbone. “You can have as much of my blood as you want.”
Ray gasps, his body going rigid when he hears the sharp sound of Eric’s fangs descending, trembling when he feels them graze his skin, just barely.
“Just so long as I get a taste of yours.”
Eric pulls back, letting Ray watch him put his fangs away and smiles. “Deal?”
“Fuckyes,” Ray lets out in one breath and nearly collapses.
“Good, now go to the bathroom and take care of that,” He glances at Ray’s crotch. “You’ve got a shift to work first.”
“You’re a dick,” Ray says, pushing past him.
Eric smiles. “Think fondly of me.”
****
Eric’s place is ridiculous, but Ray hadn’t expected less. Huge, spacious, barely any furniture at all except for an enormous sized bed in the very center the room with an elaborate, handmade headboard and bedposts.
He begins stripping as soon as they walk through the door, no qualms about why they’re here. Ray likes that. But when Ray starts unbuttoning his own pants, Eric’s hand is suddenly there stopping him.
“You’re my guest,” Eric gives him a little twisted grin, “allow me.”
Ray knows vampires can move at superhuman speeds, he knows how strong they are, but its one thing to know it and a completely different thing to actually experience it. When Eric is finished undressing him, he grabs Ray by the waist and moves them to the bed. Ray doesn’t know he’s moving until he lands softly on the mattress, bare ass naked. Its exhilarating and a complete fucking turn on that Eric can just throw him around like he’s nothing. Ray knows he’s not some huge, muscled up dude, but he’s no little girl either. He knows he should be scared of Eric, he knows all the ways Eric could kill him, but for some reason he trusts him. He just feels it.
“I don’t know what it is,” Eric whispers as he licks and mouths at Ray’s chest, slowly moving down his torso. “about you,” Ray’s body jerks as Eric slips his tongue into the divot of his hipbones, pushing his thighs apart and continues down, sucking and licking the inside of Ray’s thighs, his calves. “But I just want to taste,” he bites softly at each ankle. “every,” with another swift movement he’s on top of Ray, licking the corners of his mouth, “fucking,” kissing the pulse point on his neck, “inch of you.”
“Oh God, do it,” Ray gasps and arches his back, pushing his throat against Eric’s mouth and fangs. “Jesus, do it now.”
“You,” Eric smirks, pushing Ray’s head back down onto the pillow with a finger to his forehead.. “Severely disrupt my self control. I will taste you. There is no doubt about that. But not yet. I want to make this something you will never be able to forget.”
Before Ray can take another breath, Eric flips him over so that he’s face down, then he’s spreading Ray’s knees open and pulling his thighs up.
“What are you doing?” Ray asks him, trying to crane his head around.
“I told you,” Eric drags a finger down Ray’s spine. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
Ray shouts into the pillow in front of him as Eric lifts his ass and slowly licks up his center, the wet softness of his tongue driving Ray mad, squirming back to get more of it, he wants more, more of everything. Eric finally pushes inside and Ray shouts, swears, makes incoherent noises and fucks himself on Eric’s tongue eagerly. When Ray reaches for his cock, Eric snatches his hand away.
“No.” He says firmly, then picks back up where he left off.
Eric goes at it for so long Ray’s whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his poor muscles quivering and trembling beneath Eric’s hands and mouth and tongue. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, just helplessly begging.
“Please, Eric, your cock, fuck me...I need, ohfuckyes, more I need more, please fucking please, Eric...”
“God, you’ are good,” Eric says, finally turning Ray over, running his hands down Ray’s slick chest and stomach, watching his body ripple and quake beneath his hands. “Such a good boy, Ray. So fucking delicious.”
Ray’s half delirious at this point, his cock so hard and leaking that he’s wet all over already and he hasn’t even came yet, head lolling back and forth against the pillow.
“Suck, Ray.” Eric instructs as he pushes his fingers past Ray’s lips, groaning as Ray’s tongue swirls around them, licking up and down. When Eric feels them totally wet and sloppy, he pulls them out of Ray’s mouth and pushes them two at a time inside of Ray.
Ray reaches back and grabs at the headboard, biting down on his bottom lip as Eric fingers him open. Ray instinctively reaches down to grab hold of his dick, its just so hard and aching, he can’t help it. Eric catches his wrist before he even touches it though, looking him straight int he eye an repeats, firmly, “No.”
Ray whimpers and squirms down on Eric’s fingers, fucking himself open. He needs to be fucked, needs Eric’s cock splitting him in two right now.
“I’m good, fuck, I’m so fucking good. Come on and fuck me already, Jesus Eric. Enough!”
Eric chuckles softly. “You think so?”
“Stop asking me stupid fucking questions and put your cock in my ass, Northman,” Ray growls.
“Okay, calm down.” Eric smiles. “One more thing.”
“Fuck you, oh my God. I can’t take anything else. I will literally die if I don’t come in the next twenty-four seconds.”
“Ray, you want to calm down for this.” Eric says calmly, catching Ray’s eyes and holding them as he brings his wrist to his mouth and takes a shallow bite. “You’ve got to calm down. Deep breaths.”
Ray takes a few deep breaths obediently then leans forward, bringing Eric’s face to his to kiss him, deep and hard. “Fuck. Me.” Ray says calmly and holds Eric’s wrist, licking up his arm where the blood had dripped, all the way up to the two puncture marks on his wrist.
As soon as he feels Eric push inside of him, his wraps his mouth around Eric’s wrist and sucks. The feel of Eric’s cool, metallic blood on his tongue, the way he moves inside of him, like no human can, its too fucking much. He can’t take it.
“Eric,” Ray gasps, digging his fingers into Eric’s back. “Do it,” he pants, his belly tightening and turning to liquid.
Eric throws his head back, exposing his fangs and the lust-addled grin stretching across his face. “I want to hear you say it.”
Ray moans as Eric pulls out, switches their positions so that he’s sitting back against the headboard and pulling Ray down, impaling him on his cock, all in one swift motion. He feels Eric’s fangs scrape across his skin.
“Bite me,” Ray murmurs and he can hear Eric growl, a sexy, inhuman noise as he buries his fangs in Ray’s neck and all of the color in the room explodes behind Ray’s eyes. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of it, or maybe that’s because he’s fucking himself down on Eric’s cock as he comes between their bodies in hoarse shouts, his body wracked with orgasm. He can’t stop, it just feels so fucking good, and he knows its because he has Eric’s blood in him, but he doesn’t care. Its the best sex he’s ever fucking had. He’s ruined. He’ll never be able to have sex with humans, or maybe anyone else, again.
Eric’s fangs are plunged into the side of his neck and he’s got one of his hands pressed firmly against the small of Ray’s back, fingers digging it and bruising his skin, the other tangled up in Ray’s hair, tugging it at the roots, pulling Ray’s head to the side as he drinks him down. He’s making the hottest sounds Ray’s ever heard, licking away every drop that he misses, growling and moaning as Ray goes limp in his arms.
“F-fuck,” Ray whimpers as he feels himself begin to fade, Eric slipping out of his grasp.
“Hey,” Eric says in his ear suddenly. Ray doesn’t remember feeling Eric’s fangs slide out of him. The side of his neck aches, but the pain in distant, like he doesn’t have to think about it if he doesn’t want to. Eric’s voice sounds different, softer, muted. “Shit. Ray, look at me.”
Ray’s head lolls to one side. He tries to catch Eric’s eyes and focus on them, but it seems like too much work so he closes them again. He’s so goddamn tired. Eric wore him out, that’s all. He just needs a nap and he’ll be fine.
****
“I need the doctor,” Eric says hurriedly. “Get him now.”
“Oh, Eric. What did you -”
“NOW, PAM!”
“You don’t have to shout,” Pam mutters; she’s already dialing The Doctor’s number with the phone in Eric’s office. Eric listens as she gives him the address to Eric’s place. “He’ll be there in ten minutes. Eric-”
“Later, Pam.” He says firmly, hanging up the phone.
****
Ray feels like hell when he wakes up. He seriously feels like the bowels of hell have opened up and swallowed him and Satan himself has spent the last one hundred years deep throating him with a pineapple. Or like he has a really bad hangover. Its neither of those things. When he blinks, the room coming slowly into focus, Eric is standing over him.
“Water?” Ray asks, his voice a little scratchy. Eric hands him the glass of water he’s had waiting for him on the night stand.
“How are you feeling?” Eric asks him. Ray can’t tell if he’s asking out of courtesy, like ‘sorry I almost killed your ass’ or if the worry lines wrinkling his face are sincere.
“Like I was mainlining black tar heroin right before getting sucked dry by some giant fucking vampire. That’s how.” Ray responds, bringing the glass to his mouth. God, tap water has never tasted so good.
“Ray, let me explain.” Eric says and Ray starts laughing.
“Save it, dude. You’re a vampire for Christ’s sake, what did I expect? Besides, its not like this is the closest I’ve been to kicking it. Thanks for this, by the way,” Ray motions to the iv stuck in his arm. “You didn’t have to.”
Eric’s face changes from sympathetic to fucking angry. “I didn’t have to?”
Ray looks confused. “No? I mean. You didn’t, did you? But you did, so thanks.”
“Thanks,” Eric repeats him. Ray hates it when people repeat what he just said. Its creepy. The look on Eric’s face isn’t helping any. Eric doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, just walks around the bed and unhooked Ray’s iv, slides the needle out of his arm. He sits on the bed next to Ray, just staring at him for a few minutes. Ray shivers when he raises his arm and pushes a hair behind his ear, lets the back of his hand slide down the curve of Ray’s neck, then kisses him.
Ray just sort of melts beneath Eric’s hands and his mouth, parting his lips. He feels stupid, like he has a death wish he didn’t know about or something, giving in to Eric again this easily. He should put up more of a fight, not that it would do any good. Eric’s just being so gentle with him, like maybe he was actually worried about him.
“My intent was not to kill you, Ray.” Eric pulls back and says, answering Ray’s question. “It’s been quite a long time since I’ve drained a human. Honestly? II have no idea what came over me.”
Eric kisses Ray again, this time deeper, exploring every crevice of Ray’s mouth with his tongue. When he pulls away again, he’s breathless. “I was hoping you could tell me,” He continues, running his tongue over his lips. “I have never tasted anyone quite like you before. Its...intoxicating, to say the least. Indescribable. So heady and delicious. I literally could not stop.”
Ray doesn’t understand. He hears what Eric is saying, but it doesn’t make any sense to him. Why would some trailer park, white trash hick be the best thing he’s ever tasted? Eric’s like a thousand years old. He used to live in Rome. It just doesn’t make sense.
Eric pulls Ray on top of him and claims his mouth once more, opening him up with his tongue, running his hands along Ray’s sides, pulling their bodies flush together. He takes Ray’s face between his hands and stares at him like he’s a puzzle, like a game that Eric hasn’t won yet.
“What are you?” He whispers, trailing two fingers across the bite marks on Ray’s neck.
Ray shudders. His cock stiffens at the thought of Eric drinking from him again, despite how suicidal it may be.
“Me?” Ray asks, smiling as he rolls his hips against Eric’s. “I’m just a bartender.”
Pairing: Eric Northman/Ray Person
Rating: NC-17 - Adult
Words: 4339
A/n: AU, obvs. True Blood/Generation Kill crossover. Also: I don’t even know. One day I thought, hey! Wouldn’t it be awesome if Ray was Sookie and there was no Bill? So that happened. And then this did. Enjoy?
“You’re insufferable, infuriating, annoying, and a generous amount of the time all I can think about is ripping your throat out and tossing your body into the dumpster behind the bar like a used tissue.”
Ray swallows. He’s not backing up or backing down, but he’s not stupid enough to open his big mouth right now either. Eric’s got a good two inches on him, looming over him like a fucking giant, and Ray’s seen how quick he can be, how strong he is. He could break every bone in Ray’s body in a second, tear his heart out of his chest even quicker. It would be nothing to him - just like breaking a pencil to Ray. He kind of looks like he wants to do just that. Sometimes Ray can tell what Eric’s thinking, sometimes he can’t be sure. This is one of those times. His breathing is funny and his mouth is pulled tight, his eyes dark and intent, trying to stay focused on something.
“And then there are times like these,” he murmurs, stepping toward Ray a little closer. “When I can’t stop thinking about your mouth and what you should be doing with it instead oftalking.”
Ray trembles a little as Eric reaches out, thumbs at the soft part of Ray’s bottom lip, mesmerized by its color, the way it pulls and drags against his skin, how warm and wet it is. “You have been nothing but a pain in my ass since the day I hired you to work at my bar,” Eric continues, stroking the corners of Ray’s mouth with his fingertips. “You insult my customers, you piss off the inspectors, you ruined three dozen crates of True Blood, and you haven’t knocked once before barging into my office for some inane reason or another.”
“Are you firing me?” Ray asks. He kind of hopes that Eric’s going to say yes, pack your shit and never step foot in my bar again. He’’s kind of freaking him out a little and by a little, Ray means he’s about to shit his pants from the pure fucking terror of the situation. He’s cool with vampires and all, but he’s never actually been this close to one before. No vampire has ever looked at him the way Eric Northman is looking at him right now.
Eric smiles; its kind of beautiful and really, really horrifying all at the same time. “I should. But I’m not.”
He stops touching the boy as soon as he hears the harsh clacking of Pam’s heels coming down the hallway. “You may go now,” He says to Ray as Pam enters the room, arms crossed. Her face is wrought with disapproval.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asks, raising her eyebrows at him as soon as Ray returns to the bar.
“Tending to business. What do you need?” Eric says, shuffling the papers around on his desk.
“You suck at lying to me, just fyi.” Pam adds wryly and crosses her legs as she sits down at the chair across from Eric’s desk. “He’s cute.”
“He’s a fucking idiot. One of the biggest fuck-ups I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. Humans are pathetic, but that one really brings the point home.”
Pam’s lips slowly curl into a smirk. “You want to fuck him.”
Eric doesn’t give her the pleasure of looking up. He punches numbers into an adding machine like they mean something. “Why would I want to put my dick into a degenerate, white trash weakling such as that, Pam?”
“Because he’s fun,” Pam grins. “He’s not boring like all the rest of them. I can tell.”
“You’re certainly right about that,” Eric replies, feigning disinterest.
“Have you tasted him at least?”
“Of course not,” Eric dismisses. “Is this interrogation over? I have phone calls to make.”
“Of course,” Pam smirks. “I’ll be in the back if you need anything, checking inventory with Yvetta.”
“I wasn’t aware Yvetta could count higher than five.” Eric drawls, raising his eyes to meet Pam’s.
“Not sure. If not, I’m sure I can find something for her to do.” Pam grins.
Eric smiles to himself as he dials the number for the office supply company they use; he’s out of staples.
****
There are days when Eric finds himself actually wishing for the true death. Today is one of those days. At seven he had a conference call with Nan Flannigan, at twelve one of his dancers quit, at twelve-thirty there was an overdose case he had Pam deal with, and at one fifteen he’s heading to the back when he hears a crate being dropped to the ground, a dozen bottles of True Blood smashing to pieces.
“You know, Ray. I thinks its time our professional relationship came to a swift end,” Eric is saying as he strolls into the storage room, coming to an abrupt halt halfway through, pulling his lips back as his fangs descend sharply, instantly.
He hears Ray’s gasp and thinks quickly, clears his head, his fangs slowly disappearing.
“I apologize,” Eric says. “The scent of blood must have taken me by surprise. What did you do?”
“Sorry,” Ray says. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, swear to Christ. There was just this slippery spot on the floor, some ice or something. I just slipped and the crate went flying and shit, you’re gonna rip out my rib cage and wear it as a hat, aren’t you? Son of a bitch.”
Eric chuckles, light and airy. “Over a case of B Positive True Blood? I think not.” He takes a few steps closer to Ray, slowly wraps his fingers around Ray’s wrist. “Let me see how bad.” He turns Ray’s wrist over and removes the towel Ray had wrapped around it. As soon as he does, Ray’s blood starts gushing out again. Eric can feel the itch and tingle in his gums, but controls it this time, controls himself. Its deep, possibly even cut a major vein the way blood is just pouring out of the center of his palm like a free-flowing fountain.
“You will need stitches,” Eric says to him, applying firm pressure to the cut.
Ray sighs. “Great. Why the fuck am I only an accident prone asshole when I don’t have any insurance? By the way, thanks for that. Oh hey, I can get workers comp for this, right?”
“Better idea,” Eric replies, letting his fangs drop, slicing into his own wrist with them, shallow little cuts, just enough for a slow drip. He holds his wrist up to Ray’s mouth. “Here.”
“Uh, ew.” Ray scrunches his nose and forehead. “That’s sick, dude. I mean, more power to you guys and all, but I still got a pulse if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Not for fucking long if you don’t shut up and drink. You’re losing blood at an alarming rate. You can either go to the hospital right the fuck now, or you can drink and heal instantly. Its up to you.”
“Oh my god, fine.” Ray sighs, then mutters, “This is so messed up.”
Ray closes his eyes as he wraps his fingers around Eric’s forearm and brings it to his mouth. It is kind of disgusting at first, all cold and coppery tasting, but once he’s swallowed it fuck, its fucking awesome. Everything feels so much brighter and louder and Ray feels fucking strong, like he could punch straight through someones face or something. Also he’s really, super horny. Probably the horniest he’s ever been in his entire life.
“Ok, ok. That’s enough, Ray. Too much and that tiny human heart of yours might explode.”
Reluctantly, Ray pulls away and lets go of Eric’s arm. His mouth and cheeks are smeared with Eric’s blood and Ray watches as Eric slowly leans in, hand on the back of Ray’s neck, and licks it off of his mouth. Without thinking, Ray fists his his hands into Eric’s shirt and kisses him, crawls into his lap and bites at Eric’s neck and throat, grinding against him. Eric just smiles against Ray’s mouth and lets him dry hump him, tugging on Ray’s hair gently as he fucks into his mouth with his tongue. He can still taste his blood in his mouth and on his lips.
“Shit, unhh,” Ray grunts and comes in his pants, clutching Eric’s back and shoulders as he shakes through it and comes down. Eric picks him up off of him effortlessly and sits him back down on the floor, patting his head.
“I’ll get someone to clean up the broken bottles. Go clean yourself up.”
Ray looks up at him, dazed, eyes glossy and blown, mouth all bright and puffy. It takes everything in Eric not to fuck him where he lies and drain him dry.
****
Ray thinks that normally, this sort of thing would make an awkward work environment. But, he works for a vampire so he thinks they probably got the awkwardness out a long fucking time ago. Instead of being awkward, now its just fucking distracting.
Ever since he drank Eric’s blood, he’s been having these wicked erotic dreams about him. He googled it and apparently its a totally normal side effect of drinking a vampire’s blood, but from what he read, the feeling’s not supposed to linger. Most of the cases he read about, the person would dream about the vampire and then wake up feeling totally disgusted and skeeved out. Ray just wakes up with a raging, rock hard boner and wanders around work all day trying to bump into Eric. He doesn’t even know why. Fuck.
He thinks its weird how he hasn’t forgotten what it was like, what he felt like after having Eric’s blood in him. He’s done a lot of drugs in the past and none of them were memorable experiences. He couldn’t tell you exactly how awesome X made him feel two weeks after he had taken it. Sure, he could tell you what he’d done after taking it, mostly from the stories his friends told him, but he couldn’t actually remember enough to say how good it felt. He remembers everything he felt with Eric’s blood in him. How smooth and hard his skin felt, how it tasted in his mouth, the way his skin felt when it was healing, like he could feel every cell working together beneath his skin, how the air smelled. There really was no way to describe it, but he did know one thing: he wants more.
****
“You let that little shit drink from you?” Pam demands, standing over Eric at his desk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eric mutters casually, flipping through a magazine with his feet up on his desk.
Pam rolls her eyes. “Eric, you’re my maker. You think I can’t tell when someone else has had your blood? He smells of you, Eric.”
Eric looks up from his magazine. “If you must know, he dropped a case of True Blood. One of the bottles sliced open a vein and he was bleeding severely. I gave him a choice, the hospital or my blood.”
“Why would you do that?” Pam stares at him quizzically. “Is this a new thing you’re doing? Walking around, offering to heal the sick with your super vampire blood? Eric, I love you, but sometimes I don’t get you..”
“You don’t have to -”
“Ow! Fucking hell, that hurts. Shit!”
A stack of papers flutter and fly off of Eric desk as he exits the office to see what happened. Pam sighs.
“What happened?” Eric demands. Ray’s standing in the kitchen, hand wrapped around one of his fingers, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Another fucking accident,” Ray mutters. “I’m so goddamn clumsy. I cut myself again. Bad.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eric swears. “You’re like a child. How bad?”
“Um,” Ray’s cheeks tinge pink. “Pretty bad. Stitches, probably. I think, I think I’m gonna need some more...you know.”
Eric takes a step closer, arching an eyebrow. “Oh, you think so?”
“Yeah, I hit another vein. I think.”
“You think?” Eric asks, wrapped his fingers around Ray’s wrist. “Let’s see.”
“No, don’t. I-”
Eric smiles after pulling Ray’s other hand off, a small pearl of blood gathered at the tip of his finger, sliced open by what looked like a dull pocket knife or a sharp envelope. “Ray,” Eric leans over him, his voice low. “All you had to do was ask.”
Ray shudders all over. “I didn’t. Well. I just-”
“Shh,” Eric says, leaning to and kissing the spot behind Ray’s ear, following the curve of his neck all the way down to his collarbone. “You can have as much of my blood as you want.”
Ray gasps, his body going rigid when he hears the sharp sound of Eric’s fangs descending, trembling when he feels them graze his skin, just barely.
“Just so long as I get a taste of yours.”
Eric pulls back, letting Ray watch him put his fangs away and smiles. “Deal?”
“Fuckyes,” Ray lets out in one breath and nearly collapses.
“Good, now go to the bathroom and take care of that,” He glances at Ray’s crotch. “You’ve got a shift to work first.”
“You’re a dick,” Ray says, pushing past him.
Eric smiles. “Think fondly of me.”
****
Eric’s place is ridiculous, but Ray hadn’t expected less. Huge, spacious, barely any furniture at all except for an enormous sized bed in the very center the room with an elaborate, handmade headboard and bedposts.
He begins stripping as soon as they walk through the door, no qualms about why they’re here. Ray likes that. But when Ray starts unbuttoning his own pants, Eric’s hand is suddenly there stopping him.
“You’re my guest,” Eric gives him a little twisted grin, “allow me.”
Ray knows vampires can move at superhuman speeds, he knows how strong they are, but its one thing to know it and a completely different thing to actually experience it. When Eric is finished undressing him, he grabs Ray by the waist and moves them to the bed. Ray doesn’t know he’s moving until he lands softly on the mattress, bare ass naked. Its exhilarating and a complete fucking turn on that Eric can just throw him around like he’s nothing. Ray knows he’s not some huge, muscled up dude, but he’s no little girl either. He knows he should be scared of Eric, he knows all the ways Eric could kill him, but for some reason he trusts him. He just feels it.
“I don’t know what it is,” Eric whispers as he licks and mouths at Ray’s chest, slowly moving down his torso. “about you,” Ray’s body jerks as Eric slips his tongue into the divot of his hipbones, pushing his thighs apart and continues down, sucking and licking the inside of Ray’s thighs, his calves. “But I just want to taste,” he bites softly at each ankle. “every,” with another swift movement he’s on top of Ray, licking the corners of his mouth, “fucking,” kissing the pulse point on his neck, “inch of you.”
“Oh God, do it,” Ray gasps and arches his back, pushing his throat against Eric’s mouth and fangs. “Jesus, do it now.”
“You,” Eric smirks, pushing Ray’s head back down onto the pillow with a finger to his forehead.. “Severely disrupt my self control. I will taste you. There is no doubt about that. But not yet. I want to make this something you will never be able to forget.”
Before Ray can take another breath, Eric flips him over so that he’s face down, then he’s spreading Ray’s knees open and pulling his thighs up.
“What are you doing?” Ray asks him, trying to crane his head around.
“I told you,” Eric drags a finger down Ray’s spine. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
Ray shouts into the pillow in front of him as Eric lifts his ass and slowly licks up his center, the wet softness of his tongue driving Ray mad, squirming back to get more of it, he wants more, more of everything. Eric finally pushes inside and Ray shouts, swears, makes incoherent noises and fucks himself on Eric’s tongue eagerly. When Ray reaches for his cock, Eric snatches his hand away.
“No.” He says firmly, then picks back up where he left off.
Eric goes at it for so long Ray’s whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his poor muscles quivering and trembling beneath Eric’s hands and mouth and tongue. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, just helplessly begging.
“Please, Eric, your cock, fuck me...I need, ohfuckyes, more I need more, please fucking please, Eric...”
“God, you’ are good,” Eric says, finally turning Ray over, running his hands down Ray’s slick chest and stomach, watching his body ripple and quake beneath his hands. “Such a good boy, Ray. So fucking delicious.”
Ray’s half delirious at this point, his cock so hard and leaking that he’s wet all over already and he hasn’t even came yet, head lolling back and forth against the pillow.
“Suck, Ray.” Eric instructs as he pushes his fingers past Ray’s lips, groaning as Ray’s tongue swirls around them, licking up and down. When Eric feels them totally wet and sloppy, he pulls them out of Ray’s mouth and pushes them two at a time inside of Ray.
Ray reaches back and grabs at the headboard, biting down on his bottom lip as Eric fingers him open. Ray instinctively reaches down to grab hold of his dick, its just so hard and aching, he can’t help it. Eric catches his wrist before he even touches it though, looking him straight int he eye an repeats, firmly, “No.”
Ray whimpers and squirms down on Eric’s fingers, fucking himself open. He needs to be fucked, needs Eric’s cock splitting him in two right now.
“I’m good, fuck, I’m so fucking good. Come on and fuck me already, Jesus Eric. Enough!”
Eric chuckles softly. “You think so?”
“Stop asking me stupid fucking questions and put your cock in my ass, Northman,” Ray growls.
“Okay, calm down.” Eric smiles. “One more thing.”
“Fuck you, oh my God. I can’t take anything else. I will literally die if I don’t come in the next twenty-four seconds.”
“Ray, you want to calm down for this.” Eric says calmly, catching Ray’s eyes and holding them as he brings his wrist to his mouth and takes a shallow bite. “You’ve got to calm down. Deep breaths.”
Ray takes a few deep breaths obediently then leans forward, bringing Eric’s face to his to kiss him, deep and hard. “Fuck. Me.” Ray says calmly and holds Eric’s wrist, licking up his arm where the blood had dripped, all the way up to the two puncture marks on his wrist.
As soon as he feels Eric push inside of him, his wraps his mouth around Eric’s wrist and sucks. The feel of Eric’s cool, metallic blood on his tongue, the way he moves inside of him, like no human can, its too fucking much. He can’t take it.
“Eric,” Ray gasps, digging his fingers into Eric’s back. “Do it,” he pants, his belly tightening and turning to liquid.
Eric throws his head back, exposing his fangs and the lust-addled grin stretching across his face. “I want to hear you say it.”
Ray moans as Eric pulls out, switches their positions so that he’s sitting back against the headboard and pulling Ray down, impaling him on his cock, all in one swift motion. He feels Eric’s fangs scrape across his skin.
“Bite me,” Ray murmurs and he can hear Eric growl, a sexy, inhuman noise as he buries his fangs in Ray’s neck and all of the color in the room explodes behind Ray’s eyes. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of it, or maybe that’s because he’s fucking himself down on Eric’s cock as he comes between their bodies in hoarse shouts, his body wracked with orgasm. He can’t stop, it just feels so fucking good, and he knows its because he has Eric’s blood in him, but he doesn’t care. Its the best sex he’s ever fucking had. He’s ruined. He’ll never be able to have sex with humans, or maybe anyone else, again.
Eric’s fangs are plunged into the side of his neck and he’s got one of his hands pressed firmly against the small of Ray’s back, fingers digging it and bruising his skin, the other tangled up in Ray’s hair, tugging it at the roots, pulling Ray’s head to the side as he drinks him down. He’s making the hottest sounds Ray’s ever heard, licking away every drop that he misses, growling and moaning as Ray goes limp in his arms.
“F-fuck,” Ray whimpers as he feels himself begin to fade, Eric slipping out of his grasp.
“Hey,” Eric says in his ear suddenly. Ray doesn’t remember feeling Eric’s fangs slide out of him. The side of his neck aches, but the pain in distant, like he doesn’t have to think about it if he doesn’t want to. Eric’s voice sounds different, softer, muted. “Shit. Ray, look at me.”
Ray’s head lolls to one side. He tries to catch Eric’s eyes and focus on them, but it seems like too much work so he closes them again. He’s so goddamn tired. Eric wore him out, that’s all. He just needs a nap and he’ll be fine.
****
“I need the doctor,” Eric says hurriedly. “Get him now.”
“Oh, Eric. What did you -”
“NOW, PAM!”
“You don’t have to shout,” Pam mutters; she’s already dialing The Doctor’s number with the phone in Eric’s office. Eric listens as she gives him the address to Eric’s place. “He’ll be there in ten minutes. Eric-”
“Later, Pam.” He says firmly, hanging up the phone.
****
Ray feels like hell when he wakes up. He seriously feels like the bowels of hell have opened up and swallowed him and Satan himself has spent the last one hundred years deep throating him with a pineapple. Or like he has a really bad hangover. Its neither of those things. When he blinks, the room coming slowly into focus, Eric is standing over him.
“Water?” Ray asks, his voice a little scratchy. Eric hands him the glass of water he’s had waiting for him on the night stand.
“How are you feeling?” Eric asks him. Ray can’t tell if he’s asking out of courtesy, like ‘sorry I almost killed your ass’ or if the worry lines wrinkling his face are sincere.
“Like I was mainlining black tar heroin right before getting sucked dry by some giant fucking vampire. That’s how.” Ray responds, bringing the glass to his mouth. God, tap water has never tasted so good.
“Ray, let me explain.” Eric says and Ray starts laughing.
“Save it, dude. You’re a vampire for Christ’s sake, what did I expect? Besides, its not like this is the closest I’ve been to kicking it. Thanks for this, by the way,” Ray motions to the iv stuck in his arm. “You didn’t have to.”
Eric’s face changes from sympathetic to fucking angry. “I didn’t have to?”
Ray looks confused. “No? I mean. You didn’t, did you? But you did, so thanks.”
“Thanks,” Eric repeats him. Ray hates it when people repeat what he just said. Its creepy. The look on Eric’s face isn’t helping any. Eric doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, just walks around the bed and unhooked Ray’s iv, slides the needle out of his arm. He sits on the bed next to Ray, just staring at him for a few minutes. Ray shivers when he raises his arm and pushes a hair behind his ear, lets the back of his hand slide down the curve of Ray’s neck, then kisses him.
Ray just sort of melts beneath Eric’s hands and his mouth, parting his lips. He feels stupid, like he has a death wish he didn’t know about or something, giving in to Eric again this easily. He should put up more of a fight, not that it would do any good. Eric’s just being so gentle with him, like maybe he was actually worried about him.
“My intent was not to kill you, Ray.” Eric pulls back and says, answering Ray’s question. “It’s been quite a long time since I’ve drained a human. Honestly? II have no idea what came over me.”
Eric kisses Ray again, this time deeper, exploring every crevice of Ray’s mouth with his tongue. When he pulls away again, he’s breathless. “I was hoping you could tell me,” He continues, running his tongue over his lips. “I have never tasted anyone quite like you before. Its...intoxicating, to say the least. Indescribable. So heady and delicious. I literally could not stop.”
Ray doesn’t understand. He hears what Eric is saying, but it doesn’t make any sense to him. Why would some trailer park, white trash hick be the best thing he’s ever tasted? Eric’s like a thousand years old. He used to live in Rome. It just doesn’t make sense.
Eric pulls Ray on top of him and claims his mouth once more, opening him up with his tongue, running his hands along Ray’s sides, pulling their bodies flush together. He takes Ray’s face between his hands and stares at him like he’s a puzzle, like a game that Eric hasn’t won yet.
“What are you?” He whispers, trailing two fingers across the bite marks on Ray’s neck.
Ray shudders. His cock stiffens at the thought of Eric drinking from him again, despite how suicidal it may be.
“Me?” Ray asks, smiling as he rolls his hips against Eric’s. “I’m just a bartender.”
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Date: 2010-08-31 07:46 pm (UTC)Wow! I loved the concept and the you pulled it off beautifully! Insufferable!Ray is my favourite kind of Ray. Well done!
Do you think you might write more in the universe?
/slinks back into lurkdom
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:04 am (UTC)