Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris and HBO. I only play with them. And let them play with each other…

Rating: MA+

Characters: Sookie, Eric, Alcide, Bill.

I'll post the next part(s) as soon as they are ready. And now: enjoy!

Part One

Alcide Herveaux was the only one of my visitors that night who possessed the courtesy of announcing he would come over. It was my night off, so I asked if he'd like to have supper with me when he called. He said yes.

Several hours later a crispy chicken sits in the oven and chopped-up vegetables and mashed potatoes are ready for our meal.

The small dinner table in the kitchen is nicely decorated and I've even bothered to pick some flowers from my grandmother's garden and put them in a vase.

Alcide brings a bottle of expensive looking red wine and – more importantly – he's trying to shield his thoughts from me. I should tell him to leave straightaway, but I decide to play nice and pretend I haven't noticed anything.

While we're eating we make polite conversation. I ask about the well-being of several of his pack members. He asks me about how things are going at Merlotte's. We both steer clear of what the actual reason for his visit is.

Bad luck. I'll pick it out of his mind eventually.

It is a little over four months now since Alcide has become the new leader of his pack. I had been forced to be present when he had public sex as part of the rite of ascension.

As it turns out the young women who had… volunteered to be his vessel, to put it in biblical words, didn't get pregnant.

So the position of the packmaster's wife is open once more. Alcide's mind now seems to scream at me that he wants me to fill this position.

Alcide is oblivious that I have found out his secret agenda. He politely asks if I want another glass of wine. I decline and get up to get the dessert from the fridge, meanwhile fishing through his thoughts if he has brought a ring and wants to pop the question or if he opts directly to do the nasty. Either way I feel the strong desire to smash the heavy bowl of chocolate mousse over his head. I've wipped up much yuckier things from the kitchen floor than blood and chocolate.

The bowl nearly slips out of my hands when I straighten up and walk into Alcide who's been sneaking up behind me. He grabs the bowl, puts it on the counter and pulls me into his arms.

"Sookie…" he murmurs and his lips come closer.

I don't know why, but I allow him to kiss me. His lips are soft and warm and my mouth and tongue start to respond.

There's a loud knock on my door and we jump.

Half disappointed, half relieved I wiggle out of Alcide's arms and look through the peephole before I open the door.

"Eric. How nice of you to drop by."

Eric's huge body almost fills out the door frame completely. "Hello, my delicious Sookie."

No matter how cheeky he is, I'm glad that he's here. I'm pleased because Alcide is the opposite.

I was brought up to be a polite gal, so I offer Eric some TrueBlood. He accepts.

One of his spies must have told him about my visitor.

Icy silence floods the kitchen, only interrupted by the humming noise of the microwave. Fifteen seconds work best for the artificial blood.

There's another knock on the door just before the microwave beeps.

Again I sneek a peek and open the door. The evening is getting better and better.

"Bill. What do you want?" My voice sounds harsh.

"Can't a neighbour worry for the girl next door?" His smile is the exact same one that used to turn my knees into jelly.

Not if the neighbour is the stalking ex-boyfriend. Not if our houses are separated by a huge graveyard and a lot of trees. "Not if the neighbour is you", I answer indignantly. I nod towards the now open bottle of TrueBlood. "You know where the glasses are."

Before Bill can help himself, Eric grabs another glass, pours some TB into it and uses the opportunity to push the glass into Bill's hand and mutter some very unfriendly words. They both turn towards me and Alcide in unison, smiling as if nothing has happened between them.

"So, what brought you-all here?" I'm waiting for some very good answers.

All three of them mumble something about having a talk, sorting our relationships out…

Just what I'd hoped to do on my night off. Great.

I grind my teeth. "Okay then. Let's talk."

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It comes down to this: I don't want either of them.

I don't want Eric who is so sure of himself that he will bring me back into his bed one day. But on the other hand I don't want the Viking out of my life completely. He's so full of shit and makes me laugh. And sex with him is never a disappointment.

I don't want my ex Bill back. I miss the comfort I felt with him in the beginning of our relationship, but that's about it. He hurt me too much with his possessiveness and the foul tricks he played on me.

And I don't want the Were Alcide who has a crush on me and seems to follow me like a hurt puppy and who's not able to say what he wants from me. Usually he's a gentleman, but today he behaved like an ass hole.

They stand before me, waiting for my reaction, waiting for my words telling them which one I choose to be my protector and mate.

I don't want either of them as my boyfriend.

And I don't want to choose.

That's what I tell them. Partially…

"I don't want any of you."

Eric snorts, as if he's convinced that he can change my mind in favour of choosing him.

Alcide frowns.

Bill makes a sound that resembles a growl.

Eric's laughter turns into a crooked smile. "Why don't you put us to the test?"

"What part of I don't want any of you don't you understand?" I'm pissed.

"I hear your words, lover" – that name makes the two others protest and they step closer to me when Eric starts to move forward – "but I don't believe you. I think you don't want one of us exclusively. I think you want all of us", Eric accuses me. He's standing so close now that he can lift my chin with the tip of his index. He forces me to look into his blue eyes.

These damn blue eyes.

I can smell the leather of Eric's wardrobe, the one he puts on to show himself to the tourists that come to Fangtasia.

I slap his hand away.

"That true, Sookie?" Alcide asks. His muscular arms look dashing the way he folds them in front of his broad chest. His white shirt clings to him as if it had been painted on his skin by a very talented artist.

Bill unnecessarily clears his throat and lifts an eyebrow when my eyes linger on Alcide's body for too long, waiting for my answer. The tiny gestures suit Bill well, just like his posh business attire suits him.

That all three of them look so handsome today makes it even harder for me to say no to them.

"Of course it's not true!" I protest. I sound very defensive. Damn.

To strengthen my position I tell Eric: "Get your hands off me, Eric."

"Oh Sookie. You don't really want me to do that." Eric's lips brush my cheek. I put my hands on his chest and try to push him away from me. His mouth wanders towards mine. I'm tempted to react to his kiss. His arms encircle my body.

"Let! Me! Go!"

"Step away from her, Viking", Alcide interrupts, "or I swear I'll break your arms."

"Oh, please." Eric turns a little to face him, smiles, but it's a dangerous smile. "Be my guest." The underlying tone of his utterance is: "Dare me. I've killed Weres before."

"Erm… why don't all of us leave Sookie alone?" Bill suggests. He's nervous, I can tell.

"Yes, why don't we all just leave." Alcide seems to be the only one who's remotely concerned about what I want. Or maybe he plans to return during daytime when the other two don't have a chance. His thoughts are too much mumbo-jumbo for me to read anything.

"Fine." Eric demonstratively takes his hands off me and takes a step back. He looks like a dandy more than ever. "We'll be back in 24 hours and you choose."

"I'm not choosing any of you!" I shout.

"As you wish." Eric throws a quick glance at the clock. "Bill and I have about five to six hours left until we need to rest. That's plenty of time for a foursome."

Bill and Alcide shout their furious protests.

I'm so surprised and immediately aroused at the same time that I can't even make a sound. It's like Eric somehow is able to read my darkest wishes, the ones that I don't even realise I have myself.

"Scared of crossing swords, gentlemen?" Eric chuckles.

I know that he sleeps with both men and women. Older vampires aren't picky as long as they get sex and blood at the same time. If any vampire fulfils the cliché of participating in group sex and orgies 100 percent, it's Eric.

Alcide and Bill may be of the same opinion about sleeping with men, but they do not even dare to look at each other. They stare at Eric instead, angry, with clenched fists as if they want to punch him.

"Suit yourselves, gentlemen. I'm in." Eric approaches me again. "Your heartbeat betrays you, Sookie. You're in, too."

I want to slap Eric again for being so rude. But before I get the chance to react in any way, he has his arms around me, draws me closer and presses his cold smooth lips on my mouth.

I try to struggle, but then – I don't.

I relax and taste Eric's lips, I let myself fall into his kiss, his silky tongue exploring my mouth, his fingers caressing my neck.

If I just were a visitor in this, I'd have guessed that Bill would be the first one to join us. But to my surprise and delight, it's Alcide. Since Eric occupies the front of my body, Alcide positions himself behind me. He's so warm that I automatically lean into him. Eric follows my movements, but doesn't stop the kiss. It's his mouth I groan into when I feel Alcide's burning lips on my neck and his hot hands sneaking under my skirt to caress my derrière.

Eric's lips trail down and find the half-moons of my breast. His hands unbutton the bodice of my dress. I shudder when his teeth pull down the lace of my bra and his mouth closes around one of my nipples, while he starts to roll the other one between his fingers. Not only my nipples react, but also the tiny nub between my legs starts throbbing. My head falls back against Alcide's shoulder and he pulls me in for a kiss, hungry and with a lot of tongue. My right hand finds Alcide's short brown hair, my left hand holds on to Eric's long blonde mane, guiding him lower. Must be some magic vampire trick, fondling boobs and at the same time unbuttoning a dress…

Warm and cold hands slip under my dress, the contrast of them making me shudder.

Alcide freezes for a moment when Eric not only undresses me, but starts to tug at Alcide's shirt. But then he even helps Eric, aroused and eager to get as much skin on skin as possible. Warm hands are on my chest now and a cold tongue dips into my belly button.

If Eric and Alcide hadn't snogged me senseless I might have wondered if Bill left.

I shriek a little when Bill, blinded by jealousy and anger, rips me out of my delicious Eric-and-Alcide-sandwich.

We fly up the stairs, my legs automatically close around Bill's hips, his erection pressing against me through the thin fabric of my dress. We land on the bed. I'm under Bill, but he catches his own weight. His hands are all over my body, his lips hard on my mouth, his hard-on rubbing against me. First he rips open the skirt of my dress, the tiny buttons scattering all over the room. Second he rips my slip apart and slides into me.

I'm wet, but not completely ready for him, but I don't mind very much either. Bill tries to be as gentle as he can. We moan and kiss and are close to the edge of oblivion when Eric and Alcide catch up with us in the bedroom.

They hiss at each other, their broad shoulders getting stuck in the door frame for a split second when each of them tries to enter first. I have to laugh against Bill's neck. They do look funny, mad at each other and mad at Bill for sneaking me away. Well, and mad at him for fucking me.

My nails dig into Bill's shoulders, my hips jerk upwards to meet his thrusts and then both our bodies shudder in ecstasy. I may have misused the name of the Lord several times when I came…

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Evil cliffy, I know.

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