OOM - Russel Edginton's Mansion

[onceaviking]

They see Edginton off, all the way to the car. It takes a while, as all bad feelings now seem to be forgotten and a flirty, chirpy Talbot is quite a time sink.
In the end, Eric steps closer and reminds him that there are only five hours or so left of the night. And that they all have things to - accomplish.

And once again, he earns an almost grateful look from his King.

They head back inside where Sophie-Ann, who have demonstratively said her fond farewells from the staircase inside the hall, loudly announces that she is going to bed. And that she is taking Hadley.

No one cares.

Except, perhaps, for Hadley.

Eric runs the back of his fingers down Talbot's arm and as he steps closer, he looks around the hall and commits the placement of the guards to memory. Reminding himself of the exits. The viewpoints.
He suggests that they relocate to the drawing room (only one entrance, but fairly soundproof) and Talbot agrees.

So far, so good.

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[dobadthings]

He moves wherever Eric wants him to move. Just having his strong hands all over him makes his knees buckle. Their mouths still locked, he leans into Eric's body, practically throwing himself at him, begging him to do with him what he will.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls his mouth away and whispers, "Lie down," in Talbot's ear.
"On your back."

Running one large hand down Talbot's front, easing off just before reaching his navel.

[dobadthings]

Talbot's fangs ache.

"Whatever you want," he hisses heatedly, sensually, before he braces himself with his hands on Eric's hips and drops to his knees before him. He gazes up at him, tall, muscular, a Viking god.

Leaning back, he stretches out on the rug. The firelight gives his pale olive skin the illusion of having his former, human complexion, tanned and swarthy. He is slender but athletic, with a graceful turn to his limbs and arch to his back. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his silk underwear and pushes them down.

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him, his lips slightly parted.

And then his own remaining clothes are gone in a flash, and he stands, naked, looking down at Talbot.

He is pretty.

He squats down next to Talbot's legs and runs one large hand up his leg. Caressing the skin.
Shin, knee, thigh, inner thigh, letting it come to rest with his fingertips barely touching his cock.

[dobadthings]

Talbot had always been drawn to power and beauty. In Eric he sees both, and it makes him hard.

He lets out a drawn-out half-growl, half-groan as Eric's hand makes its way up his leg. There is strength in that hand despite the intimate touch. It's almost like how Russell touches him, seductively beneficent. And fully aware of Talbot's desires.

He arches his back like a cat, stretching one arm above his head, the fingertips of his other hand digging into the fibers of the rug.

[onceaviking]

Eric stretches out next to him and dips his head to kiss his belly, right beneath his navel.
Folding his long fingers around Talbot's cock.

Slowly moving his hand.

[dobadthings]

"Yes...yes," he gasps, writhing in ecstasy, and he grasps Eric's shoulder, kneading the firm muscle and keeping him close.

This is far better than what he had ever imagined. And he wonders vaguely why this hadn't happened sooner. One thing for sure, he hopes this happens more often.

[onceaviking]

Eric runs his lips along Talbot's skin, moving his hand languidly.

His grip is firm and sure and his tongue is drawing circles around Talbot's navel. Giving him his full attention. In this moment, this is all there is.

And then, there will be blood and pain.

[dobadthings]

Eric is incredibly attentive to detail, so intensely focused on pleasing him that there's little else that Talbot finds relevant right now.

All he wants is Eric, his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, his fingers. His body, heavy, cold, and hard.

He starts moaning things in ancient Greek, the old words falling from his lips in delirious whispers.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls back a little, to say,"καλός" . Softly.
Beautiful.

He understands that need, to hear a language now forgotten.
And Talbot is a pretty thing, used to being praised.

He will give him this.

He reaches behind him and after a little blind searching, his fingers close around smooth wood.
He pulls it a little closer and lets it go.

Kissing Talbot's inner thigh. The underside of his cock. His soft belly.

Yes

[dobadthings]

Talbot hears the word and he sighs deeply, his fangs resting on his bottom lip, eyes closed against the firelight.

He arches and writhes under Eric's lips. His voice is already hoarse from the almost continuous stream of moans and growls of pleasure.

Slipping an arm around Eric, he urges him to go higher, to come closer. He wants to feel his hands all over him.

[onceaviking]

Eric kisses his belly again, open mouthed and hungrily and then he slides up to cup Talbot's face with one of his large hands.

Looking at him with parted lips and dark, hungry eyes. "Turn over," he murmurs huskily, before leaning down to almost-kiss him.

[dobadthings]

He lies still for a moment, looking up at Eric, caught in his gaze and under his touch, his own eyes equally dark with hunger and desire. The deep, rasping command sends a shuddering thrill through his body.

"Oh, yesss, daddy..."

He breathes the words out in supplication, offering himself up to him.

Raising his head, he chases after Eric's mouth. And in a rush of hastily moving limbs and skin rubbing against skin, Talbot turns over onto his stomach, submitting to Eric, growling with wild delight when he feels his solid weight on top of him.

[onceaviking]

Eric aligns himself with one hand, even as he grabs hold of the smooth piece of wood laying on the floor with his other hand. Rising up like a cobra about to strike.

Lifting the stake.

Pressing into Talbot's cool body. Splaying his fingers on the small of Talbot's back.

"Russel killed my family," he grinds out, his voice low and hoarse and menacing.
He will give him this as well. He will give him the reason he will die the True Death now.

"Now - I kill his."

And his arm comes down.

[dobadthings]

Talbot tips his head back in ecstasy and braces himself on his hands, back arched sharply as Eric takes him--


And suddenly he hears the change in Eric's voice. The meaning of his words comes second.

In the fleeting moment that it takes for him to comprehend, there is no more ecstasy, no more pleasure, no more lust. It all drains away, the long centuries coming to an abrupt halt, and everything is replaced by a deep, dark fear.

His eyes grow wide in horror--


"No--!"


The wood pierces his flesh and his bellowing scream of pain echoes throughout the mansion.

[onceaviking]

Eric snarls as he is spattered with cool, vampire blood, and gooey bits of disintegrating flesh.


Somewhere, in a driveway in Bon Temps, a King screams.

He looks down at the impromptu stake and realizes it is the rod the priceless Japanese vampire erotica had been wound around.

He lets go of the rod and it falls to the floor with a thump.

There's commotion down the hall. He picks up his clothes and pulls on his trousers and shirt. Then his shoes.
He can hear yelling.

He heads for the door - and then he stops.

He should hurry. Edgington will have felt this. And now, now he'll come for him.

He walks back to the cabinet and opens the glass door. Then he carefully removes his father's crown from its stand.

He can't meet him here. It'll give him too great an advantage.

He got a Queen and killed him. And now the King is coming for him and he has no fucking idea about what to do.

Holding the crown he runs to the door and down the hall, too fast for the guards who have just now realized that they might be needed.

He holds up his free hand to shield his face as he hurls himself at one of the huge, arched windows, holding the gold crone close to his chest.

And then he is up, up, up, and away, rushing through the fragrant night air.