When The Lights Go Down In The City

Title: When The Lights Go Down In The City
Author: Seductive Embrace
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lots and lots and lots of male slash.
Spoilers: Contains minor spoilers from the novels as well as the Season Three episodes of True Blood.
Pairings: Many pairings within the characters of Eric, Alcide, Sam, Godric, Tommy, Jason, Hoyt, Talbot, Lafayette, and Jesus. Most likely minimal Bill because I simply can't stand him. Jessica and Sookie might be thrown in here and there for a little fun. Possibly Tara as well. But the men are definitely stars of this story.
Summary: Each chapter of this story is different. Dream sequences, scenes from the show we may not have been shown, elaborations on tension between the male characters, some pairings from the novels, as well as indulgences from my own sick imagination.
Setting: Various, though mostly Bon Temps and Shreveport, with characters from different seasons/novels, so no specific time frame, though current events and characters will be included.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with HBO, Alan Ball, or Charlaine Harris, and do not claim to own True Blood or the characters in this work of fiction. I only claim the concept and story in general.

I've been wanting to write a True Blood fic for a while now, and have only recently gotten the inspiration to jumpstart it thanks to the tantalizing Eric/Talbot scene. Though that Bill/Sam shower dream sequence was a close second. :) Who knows, we might find ourselves exploring that dream a little further in Chapter Two. Reviews are to me what blood is to a sexy vampire, so please let me know what you think! You can review on here or shoot me an email at seductivefiction@gmail.com Would love to collaborate or just hear your thoughts. Also feel free to request some pairings and I will get working on them for future chapters...I aim to please! Enjoy!


Here's what we didn't see when they cut to the attack at Sookie's house...

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The tall Viking had been planting the seeds of his plan for days, even years really, and now it was time for all to come to fruition. Though he remained statuesque, every fiber of his cool, dead flesh was on edge with anticipation. Russell would be long gone by now, and here Eric Northman found himself, playing chess with the King's househusband. The Greek vampire was not unappealing, and long ago men had indeed been Eric's preference. His and his maker Godric's relationship was...intense, to say the least. They'd been so fond of one another, and had found such passion in each other's arms. Eric found himself plagued with a deep sense of loss, one he'd learned to ignore over time. A vampire's long existence was filled with loss. But Godric's fate was fresh in his mind and it was only with practiced control that he prevented a bloody tear from streaking across his face. With one move, he set a tall ivory figure of a woman down on the chessboard. His eyes were filled with seduction, and never broke contact with Talbot's own brown eyes. His flirtation with the detail-oriented vampire over the past few days had never been difficult to maintain. The attraction was very, very real. "Checkmate," he said in a near whisper.

Throwing a typical, childlike tantrum, Talbot lashed out and knocked all of the scantily clad figures off the board. "I'm bored. Take off your clothes." The blond vampire had been teasing him for days and it was high time the King's husband got what he wanted, as he always did.

Glancing up sheepishly from his lavish chair, Eric looked around the room, specifically at the guards blocking the doorway who had been keeping a watchful eye on him. Returning his gaze to Talbot, he knew they had to be alone. It was the only way to set his plan into motion. Every moment had been calculated. "A little...privacy?" Watching the dark-haired vampire rise from his chair and direct the guards to leave ("Everybody out. Kfffft," with a dismissive wave of his hand) Eric stood and slowly began to undo the buttons on his silken shirt. He never broke his eye contact with Talbot as the other vampire looked hungrily over the Viking's body with a grin. Untucking the shirt from his form fitting black pants, he let it fall to the ground with his chest now proudly displayed, that muscular V-shape leading down into his pants, teasing what was underneath. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

Talbot's fangs came out instantaneously, the air heavy with arousal. "A man?"

With one slow step further, Eric thought longingly about the last time he'd been with a man. It hadn't been that long at all, but it surely wouldn't match what was in store. "No..." he said, his fangs extending in mutual excitement. "...a vampire." With a growl, he advanced on Talbot, drawing him into a slow kiss, tongues intertwining delicately around the sharp pairs of fangs. Eric's hand traveled around Talbot's back, pulling him forcefully as the kiss intensified. He tasted like strawberries and blood simultaneously, which only furthered Eric's desire. Their bodies met as Eric savagely ripped Talbot's shirt to pieces with brute strength, discarding the shredded fabric to the floor. He placed a hand on Talbot's chest, feeling the covering of dark hair underneath. Breaking the kiss, his mouth traveled down to Talbot's neck as he licked over the vein without piercing the flesh.

The anticipation was too much for Talbot to take. He didn't like to wait for the things he wanted and what he wanted at that very moment was Eric's tall, muscular figure all over his body. With accelerated vampiric speed, he tore Eric's pants off, the ones he'd borrowed from Talbot's own closet, before removing his own and grabbing the blond vampire by the shoulders, pulling them both down to the ground where they lay together on top of a prized Persian rug. It had all happened within the span of about a second. With the fire raging behind them mirroring their lust for one another, it was the perfect setting for long-overdue lovemaking. He almost drooled, feeling Eric's heavy (and growing heavier) endowment resting excitedly on his thigh. His own erection pointed upwards, fully extended and begging for attention.

Eric was not one to play by any rules but his own, however, and teased Talbot further upon landing on the floor. His mouth found its way down to the vampire's nipple, teasing it with a delicate tongue and a little bit of fang, feeling the dark hair that surrounded it. He traveled further downward, leaving a trail of small bite marks down Talbot's chest and stomach. One hand moved up the vampire's thigh until it gently massaged Russell's lover's large, hairy balls. His scrotum was tight and in need of release. By that point Eric's tongue had located the tip of Talbot's erection, his hand stroking slowly up and down his length while he teased the head. He could already taste the Greek vampire's juices leaking out, and Eric smiled toothily as his hand stroked faster. It was always good to have others' desire for you affirmed so definitively.

Letting out a deep, low moan, Talbot felt himself teetering near an orgasm. He, of course, had the stamina that most vampire's shared, but Eric Northman was working wonders on his body and it became increasingly difficult to maintain control. Soon he felt Eric's hand roaming back up his chest before the vampire's large hand and breath were cool on his face. "Turn over," Eric instructed him, taking control and offering no other options. Thankfully, there was nothing in the world Talbot wanted more than to feel the Viking inside of him, and he answered breathily. "Oh yes, daddy," he responded, his lips straining to meet Eric's. But Eric's hands were already guiding Talbot's body and turned him strongly onto his stomach before he could have the satisfaction.

Once Talbot was pressed into the floor, Eric grinded his thickness into the flesh of Talbot's plump, hairy ass. With no warning, he positioned himself at the vampire's opening and forced himself deeply inside, his hand grabbing onto Talbot's long dark curls and pulling with no hesitation. He pushed all the way inside until his own light covering of blonde pubic hair were resting against the vampire's muscular cheeks, their only lubrication provided by the precum that had seeped out of Eric beforehand. He met Talbot's long howl with a savage growl of his own. Most humans found great difficulty in taking all of Eric's thick twelve inches, and he was surprised that he could feel the vampire's hole straining so much around the girth of his cock. Not even their vampiric healing factor was a match for Eric Northman's endowment. Pulling out slowly, he thrust in forcefully a few more times before picking up a steady rhythm, the sound of his low-hanging balls smacking against Talbot adding to the animalistic sounds of their lovemaking. "Who's your daddy now? Does Russell fuck you like I do? Is Russell as big as I am?" A deep need for vengeance boiled inside of Eric. He needed to hear Talbot admit his favor of the Viking.

Feeling Eric's deep penetration was simultaneously euphoric and excruciating. Vampires were known to blur the lines of pain and pleasure, but this was unlike anything Talbot had ever experienced. Panting, his breathing grew heavier as he felt the invasion. Slowly the pain was eclipsed as the Viking's long dick pounded at his pleasure spot with every thrust. Admittedly, he'd never felt such pleasure with Russell, who'd become more of a companion to him than a lover. "No, Russell has nothing on you..." He bucked back to meet Eric's thrusting as they picked up speed. "Bite me, daddy."

The satisfaction at Talbot's words was even more than Eric had expected, and he matched the younger vampire's speed with his own vampiric strength. Surely there was no mortal who could take the pummeling the Viking was bestowing, his balls heavy and needing release as his thrusts picked up dangerous momentum. Leaning forward, he pressed his firm chest down onto Talbot's back, his fangs hovering for only a second over the flesh before plunging in, sucking out the thick elixir from Talbot's veins.

It was too much, and the feeling of Eric's additional fanged penetration set Talbot over the edge. He felt his blood flowing into Eric's body, sensing the connection that a blood bond establishes. He could feel the Viking's own lust in addition to his own, and the pleasure mounted as Talbot bucked back forcefully and let out a howl, feeling a pulse of warmth rise within him. Streams of his thick white cum shot out onto his own stomach and the rug he'd been pressed into. It was one stain he wouldn't mind, a constant reminder of Eric's unique abilities to give the most intense pleasure.

The bloodlust raged deep in Eric's stomach as he continued to suck pints of well-aged blood from Talbot's neck, drinking sloppily as some of the blood spilled down the vampire's back. He yanked the younger vampire's head back with another forceful grab of Talbot's long dark locks, as he felt the other vampire climax. The Viking was wild with erotic pleasure, both from his masterful thrusting and the consumption of blood, as he felt Talbot's asshole tighten suddenly around him. He wondered if he would ever again achieve the same sense of satisfaction he was about to feel. Grabbing a broken chair leg from one of Talbot's earlier tantrums, he continued to thrust wildly into the younger vampire, penetrating deeply as Talbot shot his load and his muscles contracted around Eric's impressive cock. "Russell took my family. Now I take his."

With a ringing yell, Eric thrust deeply inside of Talbot one last time, holding himself inside of the younger vampire as he emptied his seed, his body rocked with one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever felt. Talbot's blood dripped out of the Viking's mouth as he shot stream after stream of his thick, sticky cum inside of the vampire's hairy ass. It was seemingly never-ending as his juices flowed freely into Talbot, and when he felt himself finishing, he plunged the splintered wood down into the vampire's back, blood splattering all over Eric's stomach, chest, and face.

Talbot's dark eyes grew wide with sudden realization of what was happening. He let out a final scream as his body liquefied around the Viking's massive dick. His flesh erupted into a bloody mess as Eric grinned with sinister delight. He got to his feet and stood proudly with a sense of accomplishment and furious vengeance as he watched the last few drops of Talbot drip off of his heavy cock onto the floor, where the crimson hue of the younger vampire's gory remains contrasted against the thick, translucent whiteness of their combined cum that had been spilled all over the coveted and antiquated rug. "See how that feels, Russell Edgington, knowing that I made him mine before I slaughtered him!" Eric shouted victoriously to an empty room.

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This is my second fanfiction on AFF. Are reviews a dying breed? Please, PLEASE take a second to review. Thanks so much! Chapter Two will be here soon! Bill is knocking at Sam's door and I think I hear the shower running...