I shall post gifs for you board

this image pretty much sums up my OT3 on this show

reposting gifs from old /r/ thread please forgive the reposts

makes me lol

dirty forest barbarian drude is still my fav godric look
though nazi godric was pretty hot as well.

one more barbarian godric

cast picture

and that is all I got

will post fic in a day to bump the board

Will writefag for it when I've got the extra time

I really don't dig Godric. REALLY. The twink looks do not lend itself well to any kind of interesting porn. And Eric/Godric is... hot yes, but lets concentrate on ALL the potential gay in TB.
For example I can't find any Lafayette/Jesus gifs anywhere. Why is that? Has no one notice the double once-over and overall pre-porniness?

>>47351
I have seen gifs I just didn't think to save them.
It wasn't overtly gay.
Not when in the same episode you have a bill/sam sex dream.

>>47394
Yeah well, I don't know what to think about that dream. It was forced and awkward and WTF, but I would still go for some more porn. Although I loved Sam's reaction the most. Or lack thereof.
*I just had an sex-ish dream about vampire who's fucking a girl i like. Whatever, no mystery there, I have bigger problems.*
I love this guy. And his brother's hot.

>>47351
I'd take anyone with Layfayette, although I lean more towards Eric/Lafayette, Jesus was pretty hot.

Just a little round-up of trueblood_slash which I do hope will properly titilate you. Didn't include Godric/Eric as there's over a hundred stories and I haven't read a single one of them yet.

http://community.livejournal.com/tb_kink/

Bill/Sam: http://pinch5.livejournal.com/51084.html

Bill/Eric: http://community.livejournal.com/trueblood_slash/37505.html
http://lastenmehuhetki.livejournal.com/3273.html
http://rlynn820.livejournal.com/1707.html
http://rlynn820.livejournal.com/2299.html

Eric/Jason: http://rlynn820.livejournal.com/2609.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/497200.html
http://srmarybadass.livejournal.com/31925.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/479238.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/481104.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/487390.html

Eric/Lafayette: http://geekbynight.livejournal.com/32723.html
http://community.livejournal.com/fic_flail/105826.html
http://community.livejournal.com/fic_flail/124136.html

Jason/Lafayette: http://srmarybadass.livejournal.com/55567.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/466816.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/479792.html
http://spikedluv.livejournal.com/486645.html

Eric/Sam: http://srmarybadass.livejournal.com/42566.html
http://community.livejournal.com/trueblood_slash/70496.html
http://community.livejournal.com/trueblood_slash/73320.html
http://community.livejournal.com/trueblood_slash/74820.html

>>47602
the Quid Pro Quo Series jason/eric you linked to by spikedluv is fucking epic.

also here is a lafayette/eric fic that will make you jizz in your pants
http://archiveofourown.org/works/93859

ok this might sound weird to you guys but Eric Northman/Nate Fick(from generation kill) it works.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/70748

also
here is a bill/eric/sookie fic I adore
http://archiveofourown.org/works/70076
eric wants bill and everything bill owns, because that is how vikings roll. Bill takes erics attention as eric torturing him.

>>47602

Continuation of 'Neutron Star Collision' (Bill/Sam): http://pinch5.livejournal.com/52023.html

And one tiny ass Eric/Jason fic called 'Vitruvian Man': http://community.livejournal.com/trueblood_slash/76368.html

OR here it is since it's so short.

Humans were stupid. Jason Stackhouse's admittedly attractive looks were not his only strength; though looking down at the boy asleep in his office, it was the most prominent: his naked flesh could make an artist weep.

The boy had a guileless mind with a surprising capacity for depth (a curiosity in Eric’s world), so now that Eric had drank deep of Jason, who in turn drank deep of him, Eric would not make a human's mistake and ever forsake his Vitruvian Man.

Eric/Godric from the kink meme

There's a time when existence means nothing but sex and blood. The little boy named Death turns out to be warm and sharp and dangerously alive. He turns out to be not a mere boy, but it seems he has a young man's endless hunger for Eric's body.

Eric doubts this is Valhalla, but if it is, instead of women he's gotten a ravenous demon that sinks its teeth and claws into his skin and drinks him empty every night.

"You're so beautiful," he repeats – "So big and strong," – growling like an animal when Eric fucks him into whatever surface they've hit against.

The killing, the power, is intoxicating now that Eric has learned they are meant to prey on weak and blind humans, but it's nothing compared to how the boy feels around him, inside him. How he craves the silky skin and the coarse hair and the burning taste every second they're apart. How he craves to be craved, and needed, and taken so greedily. He can't remember how it felt to be alone in his head. He doesn't want to.

"Eric," his maker says quietly when he's crouched over a warm, dead body, mouth full of blood in which he can still feel a heartbeat. His maker calls him and he answers in an instant, lifting the boy easily up, closer, and crashing their mouths together. The boy licks the blood from his lips and tongue, always hungry for more, and when there's nothing left his teeth pierce Eric's skin.

His touch always hurts, but the pain is exquisite and Eric needs it just as badly as the pleasure. He lets Eric drink from himself until they're both dripping, completely soaked in each other's blood. He tastes so different from humans it is hard to believe him when he tells he was once like them, too, weak and blind. He tastes old, almost bitter if it wasn't for the sweet aftertaste; he tastes of a thousand lands and a million deaths. His blood sears Eric's mouth raw, makes him feel like he'll burn to ashes if he doesn't take the boy, now. So he does.

And the boy laughs – an insane, beautiful laughter through deadly teeth – when Eric throws him into the ground, shreds whatever he's wearing if anything, tears him apart so roughly he bleeds, forces himself into the lithe, taut body that is always fresh for him to soil. The boy sounds always ecstatic, no matter how deep Eric plunges, no matter how far he'll go.

"Again," the boy pleads between moans, eyes as black as the marks on his skin, baring his throat. Eric obeys, as always, finds the juiciest vein with his tongue, a spot where he knows the skin resists just so. When he closes his mouth over it, the boy pushes him up, holding on to him, so he ends up on his knees with the small, strong body in his arms. The boy wraps his legs around him, and he pulls him down with force and bites.

The new blood covers the already drying stains on his jaw, and he can't help but suck, and push up, or pull down, anything to get deeper. The body in his arms is a light but solid weight. He laughs again, and Eric keeps drinking and fucking until the laughter turns into hoarse, guttural noises, and the boy's blood-covered fingers in his hair tear and claw his scalp sore. The fire inside him is always too much for Eric, and he comes with one more bite into the soft skin. The blood has burned his mouth numb. The boy clutches at him like he's drowning, and he can feel back muscles tensing under his touch, and when the boy comes he nips almost gently at Eric's earlobe.

Afterwards, he's pliant and and lets Eric lick his thighs and belly clean. It never lasts, but for a moment he's sated and young, and hums a simple tune.

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It was half past noon when Sam woke, groggy and unsure of where he was. He wasn't in his bed, the blood red silk sheets were proof of that. He rubbed a hand over his face, the events from the day before were jumbled but he knew why he was here. He pulled on his jeans, wished there was a shower that he could clean himself up a little more in, and escaped the strangeness that was an empty Fangtasia during the day.

As it turned out, Mik had been told to keep the shifter safe. Which was why he was now sitting across from Sam as they drove back to Bon Temps and Merlotte's Bar and Gril. He'd tried to start a conversation with the swarthy man, but every time he asked a question, it was met with silence. This guy was a barrel of fun.

XxX XxX

“How come Tony isn't here?” Sookie asked innocently enough, just his name was enough to make Sam stiffen up. “Sam?”

“What?” He snapped, eying the door and suddenly glad Mik was here, watching him like a hawk. Sookie raised an eyebrow at his behavior.

“Why isn't Tony here?” She asked again, her tenacity showing.

“How the hell should I know?”

“He talks to you the most. I just though you'd know.” Sookie snapped, taking her drink orders, eying the dark man sitting in the corner and stomping back into the crowd. It was rare for her temper to surface, though Sam didn't feel guilty for inciting it tonight.

He just had to get through three more hours of serving people and pray that the vampire or his friend would decide to make an appearance tonight. He shivered, and glanced over at the Mik, surprisingly glad he was here. Jacob had shown him how powerless he really was in the wrong situation.

XxX XxX

Sookie had stayed angry at him all night, her negative mood effecting Arlene who had decided that whatever was wrong it was probably Sam's fault. Both of his waitresses had been testy for the rest of their shift, making his already bad night worse. Even Lafayette had been bitchier then normal, his words taking a meaner edge then they usually did.

As a result Sam closed half an hour earlier then he normally did. He had a headache and something beneath his skin was itching to start a fight, wanting to solve his problems with physical violence. Mik had calmly informed him that he was to report back to Eric for the night. Sam had glared up at him and his new bodyguard had looked amused for a moment before announcing that he would be delivered unconscious if that's what it took.

The man looked like he could wrestle a horse if he put his mind to it, so Sam had grumbled, grabbed a few things from his house and climbed into his truck. Mik just as silent on the ride back as he had been the entire night.

XxX XxX

Pam swooped in on him as soon as he walked through the door, assessing him for damage and then grabbing his arm and hauling him over to where Eric sat, looking over the crowd with something akin to boredom. There was a young woman standing beside him, looking equally as bored. Though the moment Sam entered their line of sight, both brightened up and the woman leaned over to whisper something to Eric.

“Hi Sam. I'm Lana.” Sam looked down at her outstretched hand, wondering if he would come off as rude if he ignored everyone and just went to bed. He nodded, cautiously shaking her offered palm and was met with a look of bemusement. Lana turned back to Eric for a moment and laughed delightedly. “He's just as nervous as you said.”

“What's going on.” Sam had to say, the weirdest thing about this entire situation, was the fact that he felt absolutely safe with Pam at his back. He had the feeling that even if Eric ordered her to hang him upside down and drain him, she would refuse.

“I'm a shifter too. It's so nice to meet you finally.” And then Sam got it. Lana was fiddling with her shirt collar, pulled it down a little too far and ended up flashing him barely healed fang marks. The shifter that had been helping Eric was a fangbanger.

“Don't talk to me.” Pam was holding his dufflebag, watching Lana like an insect under a magnifying glass. Sam took his bag, nodding his thanks and moving down the hall, Mik already standing guard outside his door.

XxX XxX

“That didn't go over quite as planned.” Eric said blandly, looking over at Lana who flinched.

“I'm sorry. I didn't think.”

“Oh, that's quite obvious. And here I thought you'd be able to get inside his shell, make him your people.” Lana blanched, chancing a look at Pam. The blonde was smirking, never a good thing.

“He doesn't. He doesn't have people. He doesn't want them.” Lana blurted out, hoping to save herself.

“Oh?”

“I've met other shifters, solitary ones that grew up alone. They meet others and they're grateful to know that there's others like them. This one, he must have met another shifter and gotten spurned. He doesn't trust anyone.” Eric nodded, remembering the maenad situation the year before. Sookie had told him there had been a shifter with her, in the form of a pig always at her side. It had vanished before they had killed the maenad. That must have been the one that had broken something in the shifter.

“Hmm. You are dismissed.”

“But, wait, aren't you going to?” She held out a wrist tentatively and Eric smirked.

“I thought I made it clear the last time was it.” He rubbed his chin as if in thought, and his smirk deepened. “Though if you really want it, Pam will take care of you.”

“N-no. That's fine.” Lana was off of her seat and halfway to the door by the time she'd finished speaking.

“Stupid girl.” Pam commented, examining her nails and frowning when she found a chip in one.

“Get the shifter to trust me.” Eric spoke aloud, though it was clear he was talking to himself. “Easier said then done.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a pompous asshole around him.”

“Did I ask for your opinion?”

“Simply offering it. My lord.” Pam curtsied sarcastically and took her place at Eric's side.

XxX XxX

The pattern of waking up late, being escorted to work and then later, escorted back to Fangtasia continued for a week. Sometimes Sam would see people he knew, though most often the bar was packed with faces he didn't recognize and he liked it that way.

Lana hadn't come back and though Sam was relieved, he was also worried that she'd been killed. Eric didn't exactly have the most stable temper. He had a pattern going, walk into the bar, nod at Eric and Pam, go back to his room, sleep. Sometimes the dreams came, and sometimes he slept silently.

Tonight was different. Eric was waiting for him when he walked through the door, taking his arm and linking it as he'd done only once before. It was still instinct to jerk back at being this close to what his animal side considered to be a larger predator. Eric looked amused, much the way a feline would at a hapless rodent wandering into it's line of sight. The vampire patted his hand as if to reassure him.

“I just remembered, we need to get you fitted for a suit.” Eric said casually, all but pulling Sam to the rooms at the back of Fangtasia. Jealous eyes slid over them, human and vampire alike, though no one was stupid enough to interfere. “I've brought my favorite tailor.”

The man was old enough to creak, eyes foggy with age, skin freckled with age spots and wrinkled with time. He started muttering as soon as Sam walked in the room, and for a moment the shifter expected to be ordered to strip. But the old man carefully uncurled a measuring tape and went to work, taking precise measurements and writing them down in a small red pocket book.

When the final measurement had been taken the man turned to Eric. “Three days, and then it needs to be fitted.” Eric nodded and the man walked out, nodding to Pam as he went.

Three days later, Sam was trying his hardest not to squirm. The material was loosely sewn together and it itched horribly. He'd been stabbed a couple of times when the ancient tailor had been pinning the material and he'd squirmed in the wrong direction.

“Hold still. I'm almost done.” The old man snapped and Sam clenched his fingers, trying not to scratch everywhere at once. “There.” The last pin was placed and the tailor nodded, helping Sam take off the fabric carefully so he wouldn't do any damage to it. Eric was sitting in the corner of the room, poking at his blackberry. “You can pick it up tomorrow night.”

“Thank you Gordon. Talk to Pam about the payment.” Gordon nodded sharply and left.

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“Don't speak unless spoken to. Keep your eyes on the floor, and try and keep a civil tongue in your head.” Pam spoke sharply as she knotted Sam's tie, despite his arguing that he knew how to tie up his own damn tie.

“I still don't get why you can't just leave me here.” Sam muttered, slapping at Pam's fingers when she licked one and scrubbed at a smudge on his face.

“Because Eric said so, and Eric is king.” She sounded bored, raking her eyes over him from head to toe, searching for any imperfections. “Hmmmm, I suppose you'll do. Come along then.” Five days later found them in Mississippi, at one of the few hotels that had gone extensive renovations to support vampire clientele.

Sam scowled, resisting the urge to run his hands through his slicked back hair. Pam would probably chew off his fingers if he messed what had taken her half an hour to do. His hair was as stubborn as the rest of him.

Eric was already in the limo he had ordered when Pam and Sam finally exited the hotel. He raised an eyebrow when Sam slid across the sat, trying to keep as much distance between the two of them even as Pam flowed into the car, pushing him firmly into Eric's side.

“Buckle up shifter. Wouldn't want you to injure yourself.” Sam barely bit back the snarl that wanted to erupt. He had no idea where this anger was coming from. For the last week or so he'd actually been getting along with Eric. The tall blonde keeping his usual snide remarks to himself, occasionally commenting on Sam's appearance or behavior, but that was all.

Now, it seemed like he was back to his old tricks, though Sam wasn't sure if it was because he was living up to a reputation of being smug and careless, or if it was just Eric being Eric.

“Pam explained the rules when dealing with royalty?” Eric asked casually, accepting a champagne glass filled with blood. Sam could smell it, taste it in the back of his throat. He swallowed and stared at the floor, wondering if this was a shifting thing, or a blood-sharing thing.

“Stay quiet, don't look at anyone.” He mumbled and Eric nodded, sipping and watching the shifter.

“I doubt you'll be able to manage the simple task of keeping to yourself. But try, for your sake.” Sam grunted an affirmative, wondering how long he'd have to act like a well trained animal. “Russel isn't known for keeping his temper.”

XxX XxX

“I must say.” The king of Mississippi drawled as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Pam's hand. “This will be the first time I've had an animal at my table.” Sam bit his tongue, curling his hands into fists and staring at the floor.

“Insulting my companions, not the best start when you require something of me.” Eric handed his coat to Talbot, ignoring the younger vampire in a way meant to insult.

“Oh, do forgive me. I keep forgetting how emotional humans are.” Russel waved a hand, gesturing them to sit, the King taking his place at the head of the table, self important and pompous with it. “I'm sure we can rustle up some kind of meat for it.”

“Steak.” Pam's voice was icy, her eyes flat. “Rare.” Eric hid a smile at the look on Russel's face. He obviously wasn't used to anyone speaking to him like a lower life form.

“Yes, of course.” Russel snapped his fingers and Talbot was up, simpering and gliding into the kitchens. “Tell me, how long have been...entertaining your shifter.”

“Long enough.” Sam glanced a look at Eric who was leaning back in his chair, smug and amused as if he were the king here.

“Ah, a touchy subject. Forgive me.” Russel paused, his eyes glinting in the candle light when he leaned forward. “I offer my condolences on your maker. To meet with the sun, it was not the best death for one as old as he.”

“It was his choice.” Eric leaned forward, a mean smirk curling his lips. “You would be wise to keep your words away from my maker, least they be silenced forever.” Russel's eyes widened momentarily. He had apparently forgotten that Eric wasn't one to be toyed with.

XxX XxX

Supper was awkward as hell. The vampires making soft conversation, all of it circling around various topics that seemed important to the undead. As soon as they had finished eating Russel had given him leave and he'd slipped away from the table as fast as possible. Though now, sitting in the smoking room just off the dining area, Sam wondered if he'd been too hasty.

Russel didn't seem like the kind of man to jump straight to the point, more the kind who sauntered through a conversation, touching on various topics. It could take all night for them to finish up.

Sam's head snapped up from where he'd been resting it on his hand, staring at the ugly swirled carpets all rich people seemed to have. He'd heard something, a soft scuffling that meant someone was trying to be quiet. He sniffed deeply, then again, trying to pinpoint where the noise had come from.

There was something familiar about that smell, not a good familiar either. He'd almost placed it when Jacob slunk into the room. Smiling nastily and covered in mud and various bits of gore.

“Told you I'd see you again shifter.”

Sam was frozen, his mind screaming at him to move, to run, to get away. The animal side of him snarling that running would only bring bad things. Best to stay here, submit, take what ever happened. It was better to submit then to be prey, torn to pieces while you tried to flee.

XxX XxX

Eric frowned, feeling a flutter of worry and terror from Sam. Something wasn't right, and from the way Talbot kept glancing at the door, he was in on whatever was making Sam give off waves of terror and something that felt like submission.

“What have you done to my shifter boy?” Eric asked softly. Seven hundred years wasn't quite enough to hide his emotions and Talbot flinched slightly, casting a worried glance at Russel who frowned.

“Your shifter is probably just playing with my wolves. You know how animals are.” Russel spoke calmly, eyes flashing when Pam stood abruptly at Eric's casual nod. “Sit down.” She raised an eyebrow at him and walked away from the table. “How is she capable of that?”

“She has my blood in her veins, she is capable of more then you think possible.”

XxX XxX

Shit shit SHIT. Could this get any worse. It wasn't just Jacob, there were two others, covered in the same gore that Jacob was. They looked just as mean, just as excited to play with the new toy.

“This is why I love working for Russel. He always gives us the best toys.” A blonde man with three parallel scars running down his face smirked.

“He looks fun.” Leered the other. Long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and mean blue eyes.

“Edgar, Roman.” Jacob snarled and they instantly backed down, watching Sam with mean eyes. “You can have what's left of him.” Sam darted for the door, yelping when a much heavier frame slammed into him, taking them both to the ground. “Keep still pup, and this'll hurt a lot less.”

“Why am I never invited to the good parties?”

“Who the hell are yo-guugh.” The long haired wolf's words were cut off in a spray of blood, his throat torn out, Pam sighing as she looked at her now ruined manicure. One of her nails had been chipped from the stupid wolf's spinal column. The things she put up with for the people she liked.

“I'm the last thing you'll ever see, which I suppose would make me death.” Pam sneered, grabbing Jacob by the hair and pulling him off of Sam who was keeping as still as possible. His eyes wide and terrified. If Pam's heart were still beating, she would have felt something maternal for the guy, but as it were, she smirked down at him and threw Jacob into Roman. “You attract trouble like honey attracts flies sugar.”

Sam scrambled to his feet, reeking fear and submission in a way that made Jacob's nose twitch. The wolf growled low in his throat and Pam raised an eyebrow at him. As if daring him to try and make a move. She'd already ruined her manicure, so what was one more chip in her nail polish.

XxX XxX

“As I suspected.” Eric's voice was smooth and Sam glared at his reflection in the tinted window on the way back to the hotel. “Leaving you by yourself is indeed troublesome.”

“Leave the boy alone Eric.” Pam sounded vaguely annoyed as she picked at her ruined nail. “He's had a tough night.”

“As have we all, though I imagine you've had more fun then everyone.”

“Please.” Pam rolled her eyes as they pulled up the the hotel, waiting for the driver to open the door. “Wolf blood tastes like cheap vodka and this was my last bottle of this polish. It's my favorite and they stopped making it twenty years ago.” She pouted, sliding out of limo and walking towards the hotel. Dawn was coming, she could feel it.

XxX XxX

“Oh dear, there must have been a mix up at the front desk.” Eric commented placidly. Sam stared blankly at the king sized bed that took up half the room. Of course Eric would be slimy enough to only request one bed for the two of them. He was probably still under the illusion that he'd done nothing wrong by dragging Sam with him, or feeding Sam his blood, or....that incident at the bar nearly six months ago.

Sam didn't even bother sighing, instead pulling off his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans, shifting into a collie and curling up on the foot of the bed.

“Really, is that your answer to everything?” Eric asked, humor in his voice. Sam raised his head, gave a halfhearted growl and seemed to drop right into sleep. Eric rolled his eyes and stripped, feeling the sun shift over the horizon as clearly as if he'd been watching it rise.

Tomorrow night was going to be just as long and boring as tonight had been. Russel and Talbot both so full of themselves that they couldn't see how bored he was. Though granted, that little incident with the wolves had been a bit of a respite. Sam all shivery and still a little scared after he'd been herded into the dining area by Pam. Nonresistant when Eric had thrown an arm over his shoulders, nearly curling into his side while they talked.

If he'd known that wolves would bring out the near submission in his shifter, he would have hired some months ago. Eric frowned, sprawling over the mattress and nudging Sam with his foot. He was getting soft he decided, even as he acknowledged that the fight in the shifter was what made him half the challenge.

What was he supposed to do now that Sam was starting to warm up to him?

XxX XxX

As it turned out, the submissiveness of the night before had all but vanished in the night when Sam woke up human, and being spooned by six feet of sleeping viking. Well, mostly sleeping. Apparently being dead didn't stop you from getting morning wood. The arm banded around his chest was like iron.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, praying this was all a bad dream. He yelped when Eric licked the back of his neck, chuckling at the shifters reaction.

“Good evening Sam.”

“Let go. Now.” Eric sighed and for a tense moment, Sam wondered how ugly this was going to get. Then Eric's grip loosened and he rolled onto his back as Sam scrambled away, grabbing for his pants and tugging them on, keeping a wary eye on the vampire watching him with barely contained amusement.

“You will stay here tonight, as will Pamela. I have no need of either of you.” Eric stretched, long limber muscles sliding under his skin, smirking at Sam in a way that made the shifter very nervous.

“When can I go home. They can't handle the bar by themselves for more then a week.”

“When my business is concluded here. I will however, promise you that it won't continue past tomorrow. Russel is too concerned with insignificant things, like manners.” Eric linked his fingers behind his head.

“Fine.” Sam sunk into a chair, buttoning up his shirt as fast as he could.

“One of these days, you'll be doing that in reverse.”

“In your fucking dreams.” Sam snorted, wishing he had another shirt with the way Eric was watching him.

“Vampires don't dream.” The vampire bared his teeth in something that resembled a smile, but very much wasn't. “We remember things in full, colored detail.”

>>48163

GLORIOUS

bumpety bump bump bump

A small bump to keep the thread alive. Posting a link because it's not porn.

http://defiant-deviant.livejournal.com/1549.html
Russell/Talbot fluff?

>>55229
Moar of these two. I'll admit it's my fav pairing in the entire series.
>>47306
Godric is no Druid, lol

I like Lafayette, but I do not find him attractive, and porn with him doesn't do it for me. It's worse with Jesus, because I fucking hate the guy and their new storyline. For fuck's sake, I had to make an effort not to skip their scenes together.

Eric/Sookie/Bill is my OT3. I aso like Eric/Bill, Eric/Godric, Bil/Sam and most variations with those characters. Also, Jason.

I wrote you another Russell/Talbot. Also, an OMC.


When they do this, Russell always insists on a collar. It is dark and heavy, laquered with a simple, metal loop in the front. Against Talbot’s olive skin it couldn’t be more perfect, just an inch or so above constricting. The Grecian vampire must lean down slightly while Russell does it up, because the elder of the pair is a good head shorter than him and it gives Talbot enough of a reason to crowd him, testing and teasing with a deliberate breath along the shape of an ivory ear.

Russell doesn’t give him the satisfaction yet. He secures the collar in place with little delay and, once it’s done, leans back to admire the sight with his hands smoothing the silk over Talbot’s shoulders. Nestled just above the dip of his clavicle, the bond looks rather natural and infinitely appealing. Those thin lips will curl themselves into the position of satisfaction before Russell works the edges of his lover’s shirt up, just enough so that his claim to Talbot isn’t quite so obvious. Still, he can’t resist sliding a finger into the hitch at the front, pulling the younger male down to meet his lips in a slow, simmering kiss, his other hand lacing its way into the ebon curls at the back of Talbot’s head.

Just when it’s starting to get good, when Talbot has stepped into the space between to put their bodies flush against one another, Russell primly draws back and begins to slowly stride for the door. The limo will be waiting for them outside, and they will ride in a comfortable silence that only the companionship of centuries can afford them. Talbot doesn’t mind, mostly because Russell can’t keep his greedy, tempered hands from touching the collar and preening at his clothing in a constant show of forgetting himself.

To Talbot, it’s endearing, as much as it is revealing. He is glad, though, to lean into his Maker’s hands, long lashes lowered in the most docile and willful way. In his good mood he is more than willing to indulge Russell who has, in turn, indulged him.

When they get to the club, the shorter of the pair fiddles with Talbot’s shirt collar for the last time. His lips quirk wryly, and the two share a fond gaze in the darkness before Russell purrs for Talbot to go and pick them a fresh one.

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Contrary to the popular belief of their house, Talbot can and does fuck men. If any gravity could be given to the breathy, desperate cries of the blonde youth riding his cock now, it should also be said that he’s quite good at it.

Russell watches from the foot of the hotel bed, naked and nursing an erection in an idle hand. Talbot always tends to pick them a little young and this night is no exception. The man can barely be into his college days, strong and hurried for a release and all too willing to throw aside reservations for a night of fun. It’s not obvious that he’s been experimenting with vampires because there are no telling puncture marks on his throat. There is, however, the long line of a scar that arches itself over one of his collarbones, typical of someone who is clever enough to embellish a wound to cover up the smaller sign of a larger truth. That he hesitated only a moment at seeing Russell inside the limo also indicates that he is willing to take a risk and that his previous vampiric tryst was a good one.

The man was probably some sort of athlete, Russell decided. He was big and lean, tanned almost seamlessly throughout, and the vampire wasn’t pretending his eyes weren’t drawn to the muscles that shifted beneath the smooth skin of the human’s back as he tried to work along with Talbot’s hips and hands. He’s got his arms around Talbot’s shoulders and his pulse is as loud as a drum, barely muffled by the moans he gives to the headboard behind the dark vampire’s shoulder as he snaps himself shamelessly down over and over on a riggid cock, enraptured.

Talbot’s eyes, however, are squarely on Russell, dark and narrowed in a way that is both smouldering and entirely devious. The only one who is surprised is the human when Talbot’s hands, which have helped with the process of deepening the contact thus far, suddenly pin the man to a full seat over his heavy balls. The young man keens a little and leans back, startled and protestant to look at the vampire with a question not quite coherently passing his lips. His answer comes in the form of a bead of blood dotting the tip of Talbot’s thumb, easily cut open by the edge of one of his fingernails. The boy opens up and takes his medicine, and Russell is privately glad that he can’t see the grin that spreads across his face. It’s far too predatory for any mortal to feel comfortable with.

It must taste sweet, but tangy upon their temporary partner’s tongue, a flavor wholly unique to Talbot. It’s the age which brings on the sudden rush, so obvious by the shudder that takes the blonde’s entire being before every muscle seems turned to water. Talbot takes the oppertunity to dump the man off, spilling his taut and eager flesh across the well-worn hotel sheets. Russell moves then, practically slithering over the sheets to the two and settling just inches away from the young man’s head. When Talbot flips the blonde over, his mouth his right where it needs to be, pressed gasping and wet against the jut of Russell’s pale hip. Though he has a sort of glazed look about him, the human knows exactly what he’s meant to do and swallows Russell down until he’s unwittingly gagging a little around the thick flesh. Mercifully, the vampire doesn’t thrust like he wants to, instead passing Talbot a look that seems to ask what he’s gotten them into this time.

But Talbot just laughs, softly, and pulls the boy back by the hips in order to both free him of his predicament and put him in position for a new one. The blonde -neither of them know his name- is pliant in a way achieved only by the consumption of vampiric blood and goes gladly. Russell doesn’t mind terribly how sloppy the mouth on his becomes, how the sensations on his cock dissolve to the vibration of moans and the weak but visceral attempt at suction. Because he’s leaned over and caught hold of Talbot’s collar, finger through the metal loop making him lean over their new friend’s back into a kiss both of them can get lost in, messy and indulgent and wholly possessive. They go gradually, thrusting into the good sport from both sides in a cadence that is frighteningly in synch, interrupted only when the body beneath them siezes with orgasm and Talbot accidentally sinks his nails into the canvas of the poor human’s back to keep himself from tumbling with him over the edge.

It sort of escalates from there.

i don't even watch this show anymore but seriously wtf took so long for THIS

I just finished watching seasons 1 & 2 and holy shit Eric is so fucking sexy. Also, what the fuck was season two?

You guys, where's the Sam/Tommy at??? I can't be the only one, can I?

>>56609
You certainly are not alone, my friend. I've been looking for this ever since Tommy made his first appearance. Where are all the incest fans when I need them?

>>56683
I've been thinking about this and it's on my list.

Any specific requests/kinks? I do better with prompts.

>>55824
This! There needs to be moar of these two.

>>56689
There's some prompts in the kink meme starting around page 7 (http://community.livejournal.com/tb_kink/500.html) if you're interested. Otherwise I'm thinking lots of shapeshifting but that's not much of a prompt.

>>56689
I'm not the most creative person, but I was thinking about drunk!Sam and how he can be so aggressive.

So, he's really drunk and angry and raging and somehow he meets Tommy, who annoys the shit out of him, and then they fuck. Sam feels like he basically raped his brother, and feels like crap the morning after, but then Tommy says he could've turned into an animal and ran away if he wanted to, that he had consented, and Sam was just blaming himself for no reason. Sam still feels weird about the whole thing, but Tommy goes all seductive on his ass and they have sex again.

Angry!sex AND comforting!sex. <3