In yesterday's episode of True Blood, did any of you want something ELSE to happen in Eric's dream sequence? I did.

What follows is a two-parter of pure smut, with maybe a tiny side of plot thrown in. It switches perspectives halfway through, which would seem to not make sense since it is Eric's dream, but I promise you that I explain it later!

This is my first True Blood fanfic, so I hope I stay true to the characters. You'll have to let me know!

Enjoy! ^^

The stairs creaked a little as he neared the second floor landing, and he paused for a moment, listening for any sounds to signal that she had woken up. He had that tight feeling in his chest that came when he was doing something he knew he shouldn't be doing. But along with that, he had excited butterflies in his gut – adrenaline, he guessed. He only wanted to see her… no harm in that.

Hearing only the loud chirps of cicadas from the trees outside, Eric continued his ascent to the second floor. His bare feet padded across the wooden landing as he made his way down the hall. Was it the door on the left? No, bathroom. The door on the right?

Eric pushed the door open, wincing as the hinges squeaked in protest for the first few inches, silencing for the rest of the way. The slight glow of light from the hallway pooled around Eric's feet, drifted across the room, and settled right at the foot of a double bed. Eric's eyes followed the quilted pattern upwards, finding someone on top of the bed. Sookie.

The sheets were twisted around her body, much of her form uncovered. The heat would be the cause of that. His eyes raked over her form, feeling his body grow warmer – if only slightly – in appreciation. Even though the light from the hall didn't reach her, the blue light from the moon outside shone through the windows, bathing her in the cool light of night. It suited her. Though he couldn't deny that he had loved seeing her tanned skin glow under the sunlight of day…

If only he could touch her… show her how she made him feel… show her the extent of his appreciation for all she had done for him… But he would be patient, even though patience was not his strong suit.

For tonight, Eric would have been content to stand there, in the doorway, watching her sleep - gazing at her still, warm body, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath, her lips slightly parted, her beautiful skin shining in the moonlight - until the sun pushed him back underground.

However, that was, apparently, not in the cards for him.

He felt something brush against his shoulder, and Eric turned sharply, surprised that he hadn't heard anyone approach, to see a man behind him. A man that seemed incredibly familiar in ways that were too deep for him to realize or understand. It was almost as if his very blood recognized this man.

"Hello, Eric," The man said, staring up at him with a sort of fondness like a father would show a son. Then, the way he touched him… No, it was not father-son fondness, it was a look that came when someone much older looked upon someone younger – a charge, a companion, a cared-for individual. Though Eric towered above him, Eric felt small. The man's hand came up to Eric's face, and his fingers brushed against Eric's cheek.

Even through Eric's confusion, he felt his body responding. He had been touched by this man before - his body knew it.

He saw the man's gaze move beyond Eric to what lay in the room behind him. A small smile found its way upon the man's lips, and he moved past Eric into Sookie's bedroom. Eric wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Something told him this man wasn't dangerous.

Though he wanted Sookie for himself, though he didn't want anyone else touching her, something about this man made him feel that this would be okay. That sharing with him was natural, expected even.

When he brushed his fingertips along Sookie's calf, moving up to her thigh, Eric just stood in the doorway and watched. But when he leaned closer to her, his face only inches away, Eric couldn't take the chance that he might harm her. Though his instincts about this man were telling him otherwise, he couldn't remember one single thing about this stranger. He wasn't about to trust his instincts when Sookie's life could be in danger.

His vampiric speed took him to the other side of Sookie's bed in less than a second, and he pushed the man away from her. "Don't touch her," Eric growled softly, so as to not wake the sleeping fey between the two of them.

"She is beautiful," the man whispered, gazing down at her and then up to Eric, a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Eric finally asked, his body poised to fend off the stranger if necessary.

Suddenly the stranger's fangs were out, and he was looking down at Sookie like she was his dinner. Then he spoke again, in a completely different language, which somehow Eric could understand.

"I am Godric. Your maker."

"My maker?" Eric said softly, piecing it all together. That would explain why Eric felt so connected to this man.

"Come, Eric," Godric held out his hand, "Drink with me. We will drain her and walk in the sun together."

"No." Eric would not. He would never. Though his refusal sounded weak, even to his own ears.

Godric's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced down at Sookie once more. His hand reached out to her, brushing her hair from her face. Eric tensed as Godric touched her, his muscles clenched, waiting for Godric to make the wrong move.

"You have feelings for this… girl, Eric?"

Eric didn't need to think about his response. He knew the answer. "Yes. She has been kind to me…"

"And so killing her would fill you with guilt."

"No!" Eric said a little too loud. His eyes darted to Sookie, seeing no change in her breathing patterns. "Yes," Eric continued, his voice quieter than before, "but that's not the only reason."

Godric raised a brow, signaling for Eric to continue.

"She is beautiful. She is beautiful, kind, and honest. I could never harm her… I would never harm her. I only want to… I only want to show her how much I appreciate everything she has done for me."

There was silence for a few moments, the two vampires studying each other, before Godric responded. "You do not love her, my child. That I can tell. We cannot love. We are damned." He sounded almost sad.

Eric shook his head, refusing to believe it. He may not love her now, but he knew that something was growing in him… Something that may very well become love later, even if this vampire believed it couldn't exist. "She will be my redeemer," Eric whispered, looking down at his blonde goddess. He truly believed that too, he realized. He found himself sitting on the bed beside her, longing to slip his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her palm against his cool one, but he dared not, in fear of her waking, and in fear of what she would do after.

"You said you want to show her your appreciation?" Godric said, speaking in English now, mirroring Eric by sitting opposite him on the bed.

Eric nodded, touching his thumb to the back of her hand, brushing it slowly against her skin.

"Why don't you?"

Eric looked up at his maker then, frowning. "How?"

Godric laughed, shaking his head. "You really have changed, Eric. Well then, let me guide you. I can help you remember what I have taught you in the past. Together, we can show her just how much you… appreciate her. And by the time this is over, we will both have tasted her. In more ways than one, my child."

Eric felt warmth rush into his body again. He knew what Godric was talking about now. He felt a low thrumming, a pulse almost if that were possible, begin between his legs. His eyes darkened, and this time, Eric's fangs pushed down. He glanced at his maker, feeling slightly embarrassed, but Godric's fangs were out as well. "It's natural, Eric. As I'm sure you have found, it happens when we are lustful."

Eric knew this to be true, having experienced it a few times since his memory left him. He watched as Godric slipped his shirt off, tearing it into a few strips. "What is that for?"

"She's not going to be too happy about this at first, Eric. But before long her protests will fade away." Godric flashed Eric a knowing smile, and handed him a strip of his shirt. He slowly lifted Sookie's right arm, tying the strip around it, and then tying it to the top iron bar of her headboard.

Eric felt that this was wrong, but he knew that Sookie would protest when she woke. If tying her up kept her still long enough for their attentions to really sink in, he knew she wouldn't be telling them to stop. So, he did the same to Sookie's left wrist, tying it securely to the headboard.

"What now, Godric?"

Something felt good. It was like… a tingling sensation. She could feel her body growing hotter, and yet she could feel cool spots along her thigh and her chest. She inhaled sharply as something cool hit her breasts, her nipples growing hard at the sudden change in temperature. She felt cloth running up her thighs and up to her stomach. Then she felt something like fingers press between her legs.

Sookie's eyes flew open, and she screamed in surprise at what she saw. Eric Northman was staring at her, his mouth hovering just above her breast, which was no longer covered by her nightgown. Her eyes adjusted a bit more to the dark, and she gasped at what she saw behind Eric. Godric was straddling her legs, one hand between her thighs, the other holding her nightgown up at her stomach.

The first thing that happened, besides the surprised yell, was a sharp spike in her arousal. Two, extremely good looking, half naked men in bed with her, waking her up by touching her, was definitely something that Sookie had had plenty of fantasies about. Slowly finding her way through the surprise and sudden arousal, Sookie could finally form words, and she was glad they sounded stronger than she felt.

"Just what do you think you are doing, Eric Northman? And Godric, not that I don't have a scolding for you too, but what the hell are you doing here? You died! I saw it!"

Eric's response was to bring his hand up, running his thumb over her right nipple. A jolt shot from his hand down to where Godric's hand was hovering, and Sookie swallowed, keeping herself together.

"Not everything is what it appears to be," was Godric's answer, a sly grin on his face. Right. Cryptic. Great.

"Okay, well, I'm happy to see you're alive- erm… back – and well, but you two really need to get the hell off of me and get out of my room." Sookie started to sit up, but found that her hands were not above her head on her pillow like she originally thought. She turned her head, finding her wrist tied to her headboard, with barely any room to move. Her head whipped to the other side, finding the same thing with the other wrist. Sookie tugged them experimentally a couple times, feeling no change. She pulled harder, and then she was yanking at them, struggling to rip her wrists free. "What the hell is this? Let me go!"

"Just relax, Sookie," She heard Eric say. "We aren't going to hurt you. You're safe."

Her eyes darted to him and she glared at him as hard as she could, trying to will him with her anger to let her go. "Eric, no offense, but when I wake up tied to my bed with two vampires on top of me, safe is not the word I'd choose to describe what I'm feeling."

"What are you feeling, then?" Godric asked. Sookie turned her attention to him, just as he pressed his thumb onto her clit through her underwear. Sookie gasped, despite trying to keep herself collected. She saw their smirks at her reaction, and she knew she had to get this to stop now before her arousal got the better of her.

"Okay, you've had your fun, now you need to stop. This is completely inappropriate." She turned to Eric, hoping that he would listen to her. "Eric, you know better than this. You know that you can't just do this to someone! You need someone's trust and permission to do something like this, and if you force me into this, by God Eric, I will never trust you again."

She saw Eric's smile falter, and she knew she had him. "If you let me go now, we can forget this ever happened. Things can go back to normal."

Sookie watched as he turned to Godric, questioningly, and sighed in relief. They were going to let her go. Eric wouldn't risk her being mad at him, not when she was his safety net in all this mess. She heard them start to talk in a different language, and her relief faded a bit. Sookie had gotten so used to knowing everything that people were doing, talking about, or thinking whenever she wanted, that this annoyed her beyond most anything she could think of. She already couldn't read their minds, and now they had to talk in a different language in front of her? God damn it, she was the one tied to the bed! Didn't she get some say in this?

"Hey!" she said loudly, trying to get their attention focused on her again. "Come on, you both know this isn't right. Let me go." She waited a few moments, and when they didn't move, she added, "Now."

Again, nothing. They just stared at her.

"You need to relax." With Godric's comment, Eric started laughing.

This was not going the way Sookie wanted it to go. "This isn't funny!" she said, pulling at her restraints. This only made Eric laugh harder.

"We aren't going to harm you. Eric simply wants to say thank you for your hospitality. I am here to help."

"Well, you're welcome Eric, now get off!" She punctuated the last word with a forceful jerk of her leg, hoping to kick Godrick off, or at least land somewhere sensitive, but his hands were suddenly pinning her legs down to the mattress.

Sookie's arousal was almost completely gone. It was being replaced with anger, and a touch of fear. She didn't like feeling helpless. This was just about as helpless as she could get. She knew her life wasn't in danger, or her fairy light or whatever it was would come to help her. But in this sort of situation, she was just stuck. What exactly were they planning on doing as a thank you? She'd only had sex with one man after all – she didn't think she could fit two. And with vampire speed… God, they'd rip her apart!

"Calm down." Eric's voice rose above her mini panic attack, and his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. "I promise we won't hurt you, Sookie. Relax." His eyes were so honest, and so innocent; it was hard not to believe him.

Godric started to move again and Sookie tensed, causing Godric to freeze in place. Eric held up his hand, and Godric moved back, giving Eric room. Eric placed his hand on Sookie's stomach, and goosebumps appeared around it, her warm body reacting to the cold of his flesh. Sookie watched as his hand slowly moved upwards to cup her breast, his hand seeming so large against her body. "Relax, Sookie," Eric whispered, leaning towards her. He searched her eyes, almost asking for permission, which made Sookie laugh inwardly. NOW he wanted permission. Then he leaned in some more, slowly, and his lips pressed against hers.

Sookie wasn't used to doing anything like this in front of an audience, and she suddenly felt nervous. But Eric was being gentle with her. He moved his lips to the corner of her mouth, and then over to her ear, nibbling lightly on her earlobe, sending little shocks through her body. "Eric," she started, trying weakly to protest one last time, but he simply whispered, "Shh…" in her ear and she quieted.

He moved further down, reaching her neck. Again, Sookie tensed, but he didn't bite her. Eric pulled the skin into his mouth, sucking on it, rolling the muscles under it with his tongue. His explorations continued, and when he reached that point where her neck ended and her shoulder began, Sookie couldn't help a sigh as his teeth pressed against her most sensitive nerves.

Her hands clenched as Eric pressed down a little harder, sucking, pushing the muscles and the nerves together and apart. Her arousal slowly started to build again, and she felt her body start to sink down into the mattress. Eric's hand ran over her breast, his palm catching on her nipple, and she bit down on her lower lip. Her nipples grew hard once more, begging for his attentions. He took one between his thumb and index finger, lightly rolling it between the two of them, and then giving it a quick pinch. Sookie gasped and her back arched a bit, heat pooling between her legs.

She felt his hair brush against her shoulder as his head moved down towards her chest. She felt his lips lightly press against her skin, his eyelashes against her collarbone, and his fingers dancing over her stomach. He kissed a trail down to her breast before taking the center in his mouth. Sookie arched into him, his tongue flicking her nipple, his teeth rolling it lightly before coming down harder – only slightly – just hard enough for it to border that fine line between pain and pleasure. Sookie couldn't help a small moan from passing her lips.

Sookie looked past Eric to Godric, who hadn't moved at all. He was sitting on his haunches at the foot of her bed, staring at the two of them. Eric began sucking on one breast while giving the other attention with his hand, and Sookie hummed in pleasure while biting on her lower lip. Godric raised his brows in question, and Sookie nodded.

Godric moved, slowly, back up her legs, pushing them to the side with his own until his knees were between her calves with some space to spare. He brushed his fingers against her knee, running them up towards her thigh. He leaned forward, pulling her knee up off the mattress, keeping eye contact with her as he pressed his lips to the side of it. Eric's head lifted a bit to look at her.

Sookie licked her lips, watching Godric's advances, a low throbbing beginning at her core, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what was coming, or what the consequences of this would be, but the way the two of them were looking at her, she wasn't sure she cared anymore.

This ends part one of this two-parter!

Review and let me know what you think!

Part two will be posted very soon.

Stay tuned!

-Reiney