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Last DnD was business as usual
Balti licked everything Kanye was insulted for his hair braiding by a god (i swear he is still crying over it) Carrie couldn’t sneak to save her life Sarm was a fucking horn dog with his dick out for like half an hour Ea was a mighty creep and asshole to everyone Val did nothing except meditate the stupid away
And I thing the DM is still crying bc we made a new religion for a stupid, ordinary rock bc none of us can roll at all.
He came here still a bit beat up, still dirty, still in his suit from the last mission. Godric was part of the X-Men through and through, and honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. Even though he had been offered to join the avengers, offered to take his place as Howard Stark's son. And sure, that was tempting, but he couldn't leave his home. Not permanently. That didn't mean he couldn't drop in from time to time. More or less spontaneous each time. When he needed time away from his team, when he needed a break, and now he did.
His face always gave him away when he walked in, there was no hiding it. Sure, he was more muscular and clean-shaven, but that didn't hide anything. Usually, when he had to go on a delicate mission, Godric wore a mask. Today he wasn't, and as he walked into the lobby, he got a few passing glances but no one even tried to stop him. He approached the desk up front, a soft smile on his face. "I am here to see my brother. Is he in?" Sure, he looked beaten up and dirty and all around maybe a bit weird, but whatever.
These past fifty years had changed him. Massively. Godric had never believed he could ever trust anyone, ever let anyone close. But Eric...
Maybe the bond helped, maybe the fact that Eric, almost from the moment he was turned, worshiped the ground Godric walked on. That he was so eager to learn, like a sponge. Anything Godric could teach him, he wanted to hear about, see, learn. Sure, there were vampire Godric’s age who knew much more, were wiser and stronger and smarter, but it didn’t seem to matter to Eric.
Still, Godric was jumpy. Couldn’t bare Eric’s hands on him, didn’t like the viking so close. He’d touched him, sure, but more often than not Godric recoiled from his child, even though somehow he didn’t feel the need to. It was just... normal. Normal to avoid Eric’s gaze, normal not to go to ground close to each other. But every night, Eric seemed just a bit more inviting. And he grew more frustrated, Godric could tell.
“Quit staring at me“, Godric said, because he could almost feel Eric’s gaze on him, as Godric stood beneath the stars. His mouth was still covered in dried blood, and he was trying to navigate. Godric could swear the stars had moved just the tiniest bit since he first started watching a thousand years ago.
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Deanna bit down on her lip when she felt goosebumps prickle at her skin in reaction to Godric’s fangs. She’d never felt them used so gently, but she’d been bitten before and it wasn’t a thing she’d enjoyed. Then again it wasn’t exactly something she’d agreed to, since she was fighting a nest of hungry vampires at the time.
“Agreed, I’ve been waiting for you to do the honors.” She didn’t even attempt to make the process easier because she liked the feeling of the vampire’s hands on her body. It ignited a spark of need inside her and dampened her pussy like nothing else had in a while.
“Absolutely. I think maybe you should do the right thing and finish what you started.” Deanna added as she let her legs fall open so the vampire could have all access she needed. “That only seems fair to me.”
Godric grinned up at Deanna, very much exactly where she had wanted to be. With a wink she retracted her fangs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Deanna's inner thigh. "Oh, I will finish you, do not worry yourself about that", Godric said, her fingers again running up an down her core.
She moved closer to Deanna, pulling her legs over her shoulders, so she could get closer, could manhandle the other women into position. Only then did she move in, licking a stripe up her middle, before settling her lips onto it, expertly beginning eat away.
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Dean knew what was coming when the growl sounded, but he shivered when Godric’s fangs pulled across his skin anyway. A broken gasp caught in his throat and the hunter’s hips rocked up ever so slightly to match Godric’s movements. Not enough to throw the vampire off, just enough to add a little more friction against his hardening cock.
Oh could he feel how Godric wanted him, the evidence of it was pressed deliciously against his own and Dean thought he’d drown in the sensations rippling through his body. It was too much but at the same time not nearly enough, he’d just been about to plead his case when those fangs sank in to his neck.
“Fuck.” He cursed, as he did every time when he felt the sharp sting that came along with Godric biting down. He loved it though, the feeling sent a shock of pleasure straight to his dick where it throbbed like a pulse. When Godric started to drink though that was when Dean came alive with little gasps and moans, pleading calls of Godric’s name because it was like riding the edge of an orgasm for him and tipping over sounded like heaven.
Godric could feel Dean twitch beneath him, could hear the sounds he made. God, if that wasn't the best thing he didn't know what was. But right now he knew what was better. Being able to feel himself inside Dean, to taste his own blood in Dean's, to feel how good this made Dean feel. After a few swallows of blood it became to much for him and he pulled back, letting out a soft whine.
"Dean", he breathed against the other's neck, hand moving up and pulling at soft hair. Slowly he lifted his own head, eyes dark with lust, fangs still stained with blood. "If I did not know better I would have sworn you were sent just to torture me", Godric said, before leaning in, placing a kiss on Dean's lips. The kiss was short but a bit intense, Godric could taste more of Dean's blood in his mouth as he pulled away. "I want you inside me", he breathed out, both hands now in Dean's hair, holding him in place.
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“No, my maker was from Gaul. I’m from Sweden. I would never take you back to places that remind me of his life. He always felt tied down by those places, and I don’t care to see them ever again.” Eric wrapped his arms around the boy and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Plus you aren’t my maker you’re someone entirely different, but I love you all the same.”
Eric wouldn’t say that Pamela was mad, he would admit that she wasn’t pleased with him. She’d wanted him to take the boy and come back home, but once again he’d grown tired of his progeny’s latest money scheme. Pamela thrived in it, but Eric whithered. He loved her dearly, but they were two very different people.
“Pamela will adjust. She knows that she’s welcome to visit whenever she likes. I’ve even had rooms built in the house for her. She’s busy with her New Blood nonsense, it keeps her happy enough. So does Tara, her progeny.” Eric couldn’t help but be in a good mood, he so rarely was these days. If Pamela did mind, for once she could shove it down and deal. This wasn’t some stupid human, it was Godric. “Would you like to fly in class, little one? Or shall I whisk you away from here the romantic and quick way?”
"Hm" He wasn't quite sure where Gaul was, but he didn't feel it was right to ask. Instead he snuggled closer, his hand sneaking up to rest on Eric's neck. It felt nice being here, and he had no problems fitting himself against Eric. It all came so naturally to him, how to touch him, how to curl against him. Like somehow he'd done it for a while. "I've never been out of the country. I don't even speak the language."
"Okay... I would hate to have a vampire mad at me. You guys are scary when you're angry." Godric pulled back a bit, so he could look at Eric's face, giving him a soft smile. "I don't really care. But I heard they lock vampires up on longs flights, right?" He frowned. "I don't want that, I don't want to be alone."
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Eric smirked at the comment but didn’t say more about his punishment, he didn’t like talking about that particular lover since he’d grown to care for her over time. As always his own progeny meant more to him than a human ever could, so he’d picked Pamela to live when asked to do so. ❝You could try being their favorite fuck toy like I am. Just about every person who walks in that door wants a piece of me.❞ Eric rolled his eyes because he did so dislike having people throwing themselves at him every time he turned around. It made finding someone to actually feed on and fuck difficult.
The vampire shrugged and then nodded at the question asked of him while still keeping eye contact with the older vampire. ❝Wouldn’t you grow bored with that night after night? I feel like a vampire Ken doll.❞ At the request though, Eric grinned and stood so he could grab his jacket. Not that he would get cold, but it was black and leather, it would hide his pale skin quite nicely. ❝I would love to help you, Godric. I know the perfect place to start your search. There’s a building nearby where the vampires take their human fangbangers since I refuse to allow feeding in my establishment.❞
Eric didn’t know if the man that Godric was searching for was there, but it was a decent place to start with. ❝He was reported to have been spotted with the group feeding several times. I had meant to tell you that before you left, but no better time than the present. If you don’t mind I’ll simply escort you and allow you to handle your business alone. I’d rather not risk my good standings until they can no longer force me into another thirty years.❞
"I am no ones fuck toy."
Godric watched as Eric moved and grabbed his jacket. How fitting. All those films humans made always portrayed a bad boy with a leather jacket. And if Godric could trust his observations, Eric was a bad boy. Rough and hard, but he could have bet that there was a soft little kitten under the leather and the viking. There always was. "Well, I am in luck then", he replied, turning toward Eric and the door. "I could not have come to a better place."
At Eric's words about his good standings, Godric chuckled softly. "You are with me. As much as Roman thinks he can control me, I will not let anybody dictate what I do. Be certain that it applies to you also on this mission." He was to old to play politics. He'd known most of the authority members far longer than this country had existed and he would not let those little kids mess with him. Godric was doing them a favor by being a Sheriff, before he had taken over Texas it had been one of the most dangerous cities. Now it was safer than almost anywhere else. "But yes, I will handle him alone. I know how to punish him and I need no magister to tell me anything. For all I care, he can go to hell."
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❝Mnn.❞ Tony grunted as he sized his brother up to compare his size to Godric’s. He hadn’t seen his brother in ages, and where Tony seemed to slim down and define as he got back into the swing of taking care of himself, Godric only grew more muscles with age. ❝I’ve got some sweats that might fit you but you’re beefier than the last time I saw you. I doubt many of my things will fit. Give me your sizes though, I’ll have my personal shopper send a few things over.❞
Tony already had his phone out doing just that because he’d always been good at guessing people’s sizes and it really wasn’t any trouble for his brother. ❝Come with me then, let’s get you out of the animal hide before PETA comes knocking on my door.❞ Tony instructed as he sent the message and tucked his phone into his pocket as he turned to walk back inside.
❝It’s not what you think Godric, there’s something coming for us all. Endgame big, I need all the help I can get.❞ Tony knew they came from different worlds, that mutants didn’t really like to get involved with the heroes in the spotlight, but he wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important. ❝I just need to talk to Charles, you know he doesn’t take my calls anymore.❞
Godric saw that Tony had already pulled out his phone, so he chose not to say anything or tell Tony his size, just to see what would happen. If his brother actually sized him up right. "Thank you", he said, pushing the suit off his shoulders once he was inside. Yeah, he had gotten buff. A lot, actually, just by testing himself out more and working out almost every day. It helped him keep calm when he powered himself out. Not that it was an easy task, but he'd gotten rather good at it.
"Endgame?" He was pulling off the rest of his suit, because fuck, he didn't want to die of heatstroke right now. All of the glass heated up the inside of the building even more and Godric felt no shame ending up in just his boxers. "What kind of endgame?" With a quick look around he placed the suit on a nearby chair, pushing his shoes underneath it before turning back to tony. "I know he does not, he dislikes the way you handle things. How you steal his kids and use them."
He paused for a moment, before going on. "I am the last person to tell Charles what to do and I cannot promise anything. But I will always help you, no questions asks. Just tell me where and when you need me."
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“Hey, whoa. I’m sorry did I say something wrong?” Eric asked, confused as he watched Godric stand suddenly. He looked ready to bolt, and Eric was worried if it was something he said. Maybe he’d read Godric’s vibe all wrong, but he couldn’t just let the guy go running off on his own.
“If you’re not in to guys that’s cool, I just kind of wanted to see you again after this.” Eric was sure if he stood the other teen would bolt and leave him feeling like he’d done something terribly wrong. Was it bad that he could see something in the brunette, and maybe kind of wanted him to come around without being paid for it?
“Look—- at least let me drive you home. I’ll even pay you still, it’s not like my family isn’t good for it.” Eric offered softly, hoping maybe he’d have one more chance to show this guy he wasn’t like all the rumors said.
Yeah he had, and Godric was just too caught up in his own head. He was scared, he didn't want to be here, didn't want Eric to say stuff like that. As the other spoke again, Godric looked up at him, shaking his head. "'S not you", he said, voice still shaking.
In his mind, the easiest thing was to pick up his books and put them away, grab his bag and leave. And he did that, leaning down to reach his book, his shirt riding up his back in the process. Green and blue bruises came to light but Godric didn't notice. Didn't really notice how the sleeves of his shirt rode up when he picked up the book, showing deep purple marks on his wrists.
"Look, I should... go", he said as he stood up. "Sorry for... waisting your time."
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“Wait, you aren’t kidding are you?” Eric asked as the kiss broke, even though he knew the answer already. There was no sign of a lie in the boy’s heartbeat, or on his eyes. He was finally ready, and Eric had been prepared to wait for the old man to die before he got Godric all to himself.
“I will never hurt you like he does, you have my promise in that.” Eric replied as he reached out to cup the human’s cheek and smooth his thumb across a pink bottom lip. “You mean more to me than anything else in this world. More even than my own progeny, who’s been very accepting of me not visiting her while I’ve been here.”
Eric felt the sun slip low enough that dusk had officially come and his bleeds wouldn’t start. His strength was returning too, and with it his awareness. He’d be ready to get up soon, but not just yet. “We’re going home, to Sweeden. I’ve got a house already set up on my family’s land. I’ve just been waiting for you to agree to come with me.”
"No." Godric had brought everything he wanted to keep with him. Which wasn't a lot. It all fit in a small backpack that stood beside the bed now.
When Eric spoke like that to him, Godric's heart skipped a beat. So gentle, so genuine. He had never met anyone like that, anyone who was nice to him, who wanted to spend time with him like that, who cared. "Okay...", he breathed, not really able to do much more than that. Not when Eric looked at him like that, promised him the world.
"Sweden. Is that where... he was from?", he asked, moving himself a bit closer to Eric, curling up against him as much as he could, even though it was cold. He didn't care. "Is Pam mad? You said she gets mad easily. If you want to see her before we leave, you can. I don't mind."
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Eric hadn’t really looked the vampire over yet, so he made time to now. He wasn’t subtle about sizing the shorter man up either. Despite his stature Godric had a strong, commanding presence. He’d been fairly young when he was turned too, possibly even a teenager still. He was old though, Eric could almost taste the flavor of the decades against Godric’s skin from across the room.
“We were running a video rental place before this, there was even porn in the back rooms. Unfortunately the Authority forced my position as Sheriff and the business on to me as punishment. My time will be served in another week, and Pamela will be the new Sheriff of area five. Don’t tell her though, I’ve been putting it off because she may just pluck one of my eyes out as punishment for not taking me with her.” Eric loved Pamela, but he did need some time to himself every once and a while. She thrived in a place like this, while he felt smothered and fawned over like an object.
“Let’s not talk about women, shall we? I’ve had more than my fill of women for an entire lifetime.” Eric didn’t like his Queen, but he’d been stuck with her in the deal. He longed for his official release, Pamela always gotten along with her better than he had anyway.
He nodded once at the vampire’s explanation and reached behind him to pull a flier from a large stack of papers in his inbox. “So I heard.” He replied with a drawl as he let the wanted poster slide across his desk. “They faxed us that today, along with a file. I assume you’re only looking for my permission to hunt him down?” Which was a shame, because Eric was willing to give this specific vampire some of his extremely sought after alone time.
Godric could feel the other's eyes on him. By now he was used to it, others always looked at him like that. Especially younger vampires, judging him for his soft face. But he could tell that Eric wasn't doing that, wasn't judging him. Being as old as he was, he must have realized Godric's age.
"The position of sheriff as punishment?", he asked, tilting his head. "Odd." The authority had done many odd things since its inception and Godric was no stranger to that. But he had never heard of anything like this. Maybe it was smart though, a sheriff could be watched at all times. So Eric was a bad boy. Who would have guessed?
"As you wish. I feel the same, though for different reasons. It seems most women's mother instinct is triggered when they see me. It gets tiring and I would like not to be treated like a child." Even though Sophie an had been young herself when turned, even she looked at him in this certain way. Godric hated it.
As Eric produced the wanted poster from a stack of papers, Godric nodded. "That is him, yes." A moment of silence, before he looked at Eric again. "This displeases you. Sitting on your throne and watching patrons seems to be not stimulating enough for you." Some people described his gaze as deeply troubling, as if he could see right through them. Godric had learned to read people, even when they were as old and closed off as Eric. "Would you like an excuse to go out? I could use your knowledge of the land, especially concerning hiding and meeting places." Sure, he could find this vampire on his own, tracking by smell alone if he had to. And usually he wasn't one to make friends or even rely on anyone else. But something about this vampire was... odd. Inviting.
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Deanna bit in to her bottom lip as she watched the vampire strip, she was perfect and if Deanna were a weaker woman she’d plant roots for a woman like that. “Some random vampire trying to get in my pants.” Deanna answered with a grin as she watched Godric crawl up her body. “He didn’t get too far, I’m not too fond of the ones who’ll beg to get in your panties.”
The feeling of cool skin against hers was usually a warning, but occasionally she let herself indulge in it instead. The difference was subtle, but it hardened her nipples right away. Not for the first time she wondered why she’d never pierced them. As sensitive as they were it would probably make for nice foreplay.
She reached out then to pull Godric down to her mouth an indulge in another kiss, just one more because she could get addicted to Godric’s kisses far too easily. “Surprise me.” Deanna replied as she thumbed at Godric’s nipple softly. “I don’t care, just fuck me. I’m not the picky kind sweetheart. I do give as good as I get, remember that when it comes for your turn.”
Godric let out a soft hum as Deanna kissed her, pulling a bit at the hunter. God, she was amazing. Godric could see herself coming back for more of this again and again. She never found someone so attractive and irresistible so fast. Maybe it was a bad sign, but really, why would it be?
"Alright, gorgeous", she said, letting out a pleased sound. With a smirk she let her fangs drop, leaning down to run them along the hunter's skin. "I will tell you before I bite," she then added, looking up at the hunter. "But let us get these out of the way first."
Her hands wandered down toward Deanna's panties, pulling at them. Godric had to move about, move Deanna's legs around, settle between them, pull at fabric before her treasure was right there. Pink and glistening and smelling oh so wonderful. Godric looked up, her soft, gentle fingers stroking over Deanna's wet folds. "How wet you already are," she purred, fingers stroking and exploring slowly. "Did I do that?"
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"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" (for Dean
“Every single day, and twice on Sundays. I’ve been keeping track.” Dean pointed out with a smile as he moved to sit himself straddling the vampire’s lap. A thing completely out of the ordinary for Dean, but he was alone with Godric and it was Christmas. “Sooo… What did you get me?”
