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bandomstuffsitTitle: When the Day Met the Night
Author:redorchids
Pairing(s): Gabe/Greta/Vicky-T
Rating: R
Warnings: Bloodplay (vampires)
Word count: 1600
Summary: Tru Blood AU. Gabe gets an offer he can’t refuse.
Gabe is sitting comfortably in the VIP section of one of Pete’s clubs, slightly drunk from second-hand alcohol and with a blissed out, gorgeous boy in his lap when a royal messenger walks up to him and clears his throat.
“The Queen of New York requires your presence, Your Majesty,” he says, bowing politely.
Gabe raises an eyebrow and makes no move to get up. “Does she now?”
The messenger looks appropriately intimidated, but manages a small nod. Gabe chuckles and reaches for the boy in his lap, biting his own lip and kissing him soundly before pushing him away. The boy sinks back into the couch they’re on, lost in the high of Gabe’s blood in his system. Gabe smooths down the front of his shirt and gets to his feet.
“Lead the way.”
There is a car waiting for him outside the club, driving him to a lavish townhouse on the upper East side. It’s almost dawn; Gabe can feel the sun’s approach in his bones as he walks through the gates and strolls casually up to the door. Armed guards stand aside to let him in, and a servant is quick to take his jacket. He’s shown up a wide marble staircase, and Gabe amuses himself with mentally taking note of the number of humans and vampires present in the house and calculating how long it would take him to take all of them out, should the need arise.
He figures he could manage it in less than a minute. He’s almost thirteen hundred years old, after all—not that anyone in the building would be stupid enough to attack him. As the king of both California and Nevada, he’s one of the most powerful vampires in North America, and the thought of another vampire summoning him like a simple subject is downright laughable.
Then again, his Victoria always was a sassy one.
The human leading him through the house stops in front of a pair of French doors, bowing deeply before drawing back. Gabe reaches out and pushes down the handle, stepping out onto a beautiful rooftop terrace with a panoramic view of downtown New York.
“Gabriel. Welcome.”
Victoria is lounging on a divan at the far end of the terrace, draped in, from what Gabe can see, nothing but a sheer robe and a beautiful human girl. The girl blushes a little as he lets his eyes wander over her naked body but makes no move to shield herself. Her hair is blonde and her skin pale to the point of looking almost translucent in the moonlight. One of Victoria’s hands is wrapped possessively around her stomach, the other resting comfortably against her inner thigh, where the mark of her fangs is faded, but clearly visible. Gabe draws in the scent of the girl and frowns. He tilts his head to the side and does it again, intrigued. Something about this one is different.
“I have a proposition for you,” Victoria says.
“Right to business as usual,” Gabe replies with a grin. “Is that a proper way to greet your maker?”
“Well, I did say welcome,” Victoria says. “And you are in my realm, after all. Most people bow to their queen before she deigns to even address them.” She sends him a sweet smile over the girl’s shoulder.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“I want you to appoint Z sheriff of Los Angeles,” Victoria says without preamble.
Gabe can’t help but laugh. “Now, what makes you think I would even consider that? Spencer is doing a flawless job.”
“He’s also held the position for two centuries,” Victoria argues. “You could give him Nevada.”
“Now I must admit I’m curious,” Gabe says. “What exactly do you think you can offer me that would convince me to split my kingdom and give away half of it?”
Victoria’s smile widens.
“Do you remember that little obsession of Sofie-Anne’s down in Louisiana?” she asks. “The Stackhouse girl?”
“The one who managed to cause Sofie-Anne’s death and practically start a war with Mississippi?” Gabe says with a smirk. “Who doesn’t?”
“Rumour has it she’s part faery. First one to appear on our plane of existence in four centuries or so. Drinking her blood allows you to walk in the sun. Well, for a couple of minutes, at least.”
“And?”
“From what I heard, the Stackhouse girl is only one fourth faery,” Victoria says. “Greta here is half and half.”
Gabe feels his eyebrows rise in spite of himself. “This girl here?”
“Mm-hm,” Victoria confirms, smile turning positively wicked as she leans in and puts her mouth against the girl’s neck, fangs coming out to scratch the surface. The girl arches into the touch, tilting her head to the side to give Victoria more room. Gabe swallows.
“It’s almost dawn,” Victoria says. “Experiencing the sunrise for the first time in over a millennium is more than worth a simple sheriff’s appointment, don’t you think?”
Gabe narrows his eyes. “You know, as your maker, I could just order you to hand her over.”
“Try and you’re in for a nasty surprise,” Victoria counters. “She might look human, but her powers definitely aren’t. If you want a taste, you’ll have to convince both of us that we should let you have it.”
“Both of you, is it? Now, now, Vicky-T, it isn’t very nice to offer something you don’t have full power to give.”
“Well,” Victoria says, breaking the skin on the girl’s neck just enough for a single drop of blood to form, “I guess you have a point. But Greta likes to please me. I just think it’s fair you should please her in exchange.”
Gabe takes a moment to consider, more for show than because of any internal struggle. Some vampires claim you forget the feeling of what it’s like to walk in daylight when enough years have gone by, that the memory of sun against your skin becomes faded, like those of food and drink that you eventually stop missing.
They’re fools, all of them.
Gabe meets Victoria’s eyes and nods his head slightly, acknowledging his acceptance of the terms she’s set. He walks over to the futon and sits down next to the girls, moving his focus to Victoria’s lover.
“How may I please you, carida?” he asks, adding his most charming smile and a light touch along the girl’s arm. Victoria may have the appearance of an upper hand in their dealings so far, but Gabe is still the one who made her who she is and taught her to love everything about it. Including him. A human girl—even one claimed by another vampire—should be easy to seduce in comparison.
“Victoria says you have a wicked tongue,” Greta says, bending one of her pale legs and letting it fall open, just a fraction. “Care to show me?”
Gabe is more than happy to oblige. He leans in and captures the girl’s lips in a kiss, taking his time to learn what she likes. She tastes like Victoria, he realises, a faint trace of his Childe’s blood lingering at the back of her tongue. He deepens the kiss, then breaks it suddenly and pulls back. Victoria is looking down at them, eyes dark with want. Her fangs come out just for a second, biting into her lip and painting it a dark red. The invitation is more than clear.
The taste of Victoria’s blood in his mouth is heady the way it always is. He wraps a hand in her hair and tilts her head back, deepening the kiss, reminding her of the claim he holds on her. Victoria meets him eagerly, kissing back just as passionately as Gabe remembers. He feels Greta trace a hand up his thigh, inching closer to his groin. As her hand is about to stroke over his cock, he stops it and lets go of Victoria’s lips, unable to stop a smile at the show of impatience.
“Over-eager,” he says. “We have all night. Well, when I say all night...”
“Five minutes,” Victoria says, glancing at her watch and smiling sharply at him.
“All right, better get this show on the road then,” Gabe says, lowering his head in between Greta’s legs. She spreads and moans when Gabe flicks his tongue against her clit. He spreads his fingers wide over her inner thigh, feeling her pulse speed up as he licks in broad strokes. When she starts arching, trying to chase his tongue, Gabe licks a path down to the crease of her thigh. He can feel the pulse with his lips. His fangs comes out and, after a quick nibble, he bites down, letting her blood flood into his mouth and moaning at the taste. Victoria really knew what she was talking about when she said Greta’s blood was something else. The sensations are spinning through his body, flooding his senses and making him a little dizzy.
When he thinks Greta can’t take any more, he pulls his fangs back, licking over the bite to soothe it. Gabe sits up and turns to Victoria, sealing their lips together once again.
They lie together on the divan as the sky starts turning a lighter shade of blue. When Victoria takes his hand, Gabe lets her, watching as the sunlight hits their bodies.
THE END
Author:
redorchidsPairing(s): Gabe/Greta/Vicky-T
Rating: R
Warnings: Bloodplay (vampires)
Word count: 1600
Summary: Tru Blood AU. Gabe gets an offer he can’t refuse.
Gabe is sitting comfortably in the VIP section of one of Pete’s clubs, slightly drunk from second-hand alcohol and with a blissed out, gorgeous boy in his lap when a royal messenger walks up to him and clears his throat.
“The Queen of New York requires your presence, Your Majesty,” he says, bowing politely.
Gabe raises an eyebrow and makes no move to get up. “Does she now?”
The messenger looks appropriately intimidated, but manages a small nod. Gabe chuckles and reaches for the boy in his lap, biting his own lip and kissing him soundly before pushing him away. The boy sinks back into the couch they’re on, lost in the high of Gabe’s blood in his system. Gabe smooths down the front of his shirt and gets to his feet.
“Lead the way.”
There is a car waiting for him outside the club, driving him to a lavish townhouse on the upper East side. It’s almost dawn; Gabe can feel the sun’s approach in his bones as he walks through the gates and strolls casually up to the door. Armed guards stand aside to let him in, and a servant is quick to take his jacket. He’s shown up a wide marble staircase, and Gabe amuses himself with mentally taking note of the number of humans and vampires present in the house and calculating how long it would take him to take all of them out, should the need arise.
He figures he could manage it in less than a minute. He’s almost thirteen hundred years old, after all—not that anyone in the building would be stupid enough to attack him. As the king of both California and Nevada, he’s one of the most powerful vampires in North America, and the thought of another vampire summoning him like a simple subject is downright laughable.
Then again, his Victoria always was a sassy one.
The human leading him through the house stops in front of a pair of French doors, bowing deeply before drawing back. Gabe reaches out and pushes down the handle, stepping out onto a beautiful rooftop terrace with a panoramic view of downtown New York.
“Gabriel. Welcome.”
Victoria is lounging on a divan at the far end of the terrace, draped in, from what Gabe can see, nothing but a sheer robe and a beautiful human girl. The girl blushes a little as he lets his eyes wander over her naked body but makes no move to shield herself. Her hair is blonde and her skin pale to the point of looking almost translucent in the moonlight. One of Victoria’s hands is wrapped possessively around her stomach, the other resting comfortably against her inner thigh, where the mark of her fangs is faded, but clearly visible. Gabe draws in the scent of the girl and frowns. He tilts his head to the side and does it again, intrigued. Something about this one is different.
“I have a proposition for you,” Victoria says.
“Right to business as usual,” Gabe replies with a grin. “Is that a proper way to greet your maker?”
“Well, I did say welcome,” Victoria says. “And you are in my realm, after all. Most people bow to their queen before she deigns to even address them.” She sends him a sweet smile over the girl’s shoulder.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“I want you to appoint Z sheriff of Los Angeles,” Victoria says without preamble.
Gabe can’t help but laugh. “Now, what makes you think I would even consider that? Spencer is doing a flawless job.”
“He’s also held the position for two centuries,” Victoria argues. “You could give him Nevada.”
“Now I must admit I’m curious,” Gabe says. “What exactly do you think you can offer me that would convince me to split my kingdom and give away half of it?”
Victoria’s smile widens.
“Do you remember that little obsession of Sofie-Anne’s down in Louisiana?” she asks. “The Stackhouse girl?”
“The one who managed to cause Sofie-Anne’s death and practically start a war with Mississippi?” Gabe says with a smirk. “Who doesn’t?”
“Rumour has it she’s part faery. First one to appear on our plane of existence in four centuries or so. Drinking her blood allows you to walk in the sun. Well, for a couple of minutes, at least.”
“And?”
“From what I heard, the Stackhouse girl is only one fourth faery,” Victoria says. “Greta here is half and half.”
Gabe feels his eyebrows rise in spite of himself. “This girl here?”
“Mm-hm,” Victoria confirms, smile turning positively wicked as she leans in and puts her mouth against the girl’s neck, fangs coming out to scratch the surface. The girl arches into the touch, tilting her head to the side to give Victoria more room. Gabe swallows.
“It’s almost dawn,” Victoria says. “Experiencing the sunrise for the first time in over a millennium is more than worth a simple sheriff’s appointment, don’t you think?”
Gabe narrows his eyes. “You know, as your maker, I could just order you to hand her over.”
“Try and you’re in for a nasty surprise,” Victoria counters. “She might look human, but her powers definitely aren’t. If you want a taste, you’ll have to convince both of us that we should let you have it.”
“Both of you, is it? Now, now, Vicky-T, it isn’t very nice to offer something you don’t have full power to give.”
“Well,” Victoria says, breaking the skin on the girl’s neck just enough for a single drop of blood to form, “I guess you have a point. But Greta likes to please me. I just think it’s fair you should please her in exchange.”
Gabe takes a moment to consider, more for show than because of any internal struggle. Some vampires claim you forget the feeling of what it’s like to walk in daylight when enough years have gone by, that the memory of sun against your skin becomes faded, like those of food and drink that you eventually stop missing.
They’re fools, all of them.
Gabe meets Victoria’s eyes and nods his head slightly, acknowledging his acceptance of the terms she’s set. He walks over to the futon and sits down next to the girls, moving his focus to Victoria’s lover.
“How may I please you, carida?” he asks, adding his most charming smile and a light touch along the girl’s arm. Victoria may have the appearance of an upper hand in their dealings so far, but Gabe is still the one who made her who she is and taught her to love everything about it. Including him. A human girl—even one claimed by another vampire—should be easy to seduce in comparison.
“Victoria says you have a wicked tongue,” Greta says, bending one of her pale legs and letting it fall open, just a fraction. “Care to show me?”
Gabe is more than happy to oblige. He leans in and captures the girl’s lips in a kiss, taking his time to learn what she likes. She tastes like Victoria, he realises, a faint trace of his Childe’s blood lingering at the back of her tongue. He deepens the kiss, then breaks it suddenly and pulls back. Victoria is looking down at them, eyes dark with want. Her fangs come out just for a second, biting into her lip and painting it a dark red. The invitation is more than clear.
The taste of Victoria’s blood in his mouth is heady the way it always is. He wraps a hand in her hair and tilts her head back, deepening the kiss, reminding her of the claim he holds on her. Victoria meets him eagerly, kissing back just as passionately as Gabe remembers. He feels Greta trace a hand up his thigh, inching closer to his groin. As her hand is about to stroke over his cock, he stops it and lets go of Victoria’s lips, unable to stop a smile at the show of impatience.
“Over-eager,” he says. “We have all night. Well, when I say all night...”
“Five minutes,” Victoria says, glancing at her watch and smiling sharply at him.
“All right, better get this show on the road then,” Gabe says, lowering his head in between Greta’s legs. She spreads and moans when Gabe flicks his tongue against her clit. He spreads his fingers wide over her inner thigh, feeling her pulse speed up as he licks in broad strokes. When she starts arching, trying to chase his tongue, Gabe licks a path down to the crease of her thigh. He can feel the pulse with his lips. His fangs comes out and, after a quick nibble, he bites down, letting her blood flood into his mouth and moaning at the taste. Victoria really knew what she was talking about when she said Greta’s blood was something else. The sensations are spinning through his body, flooding his senses and making him a little dizzy.
When he thinks Greta can’t take any more, he pulls his fangs back, licking over the bite to soothe it. Gabe sits up and turns to Victoria, sealing their lips together once again.
They lie together on the divan as the sky starts turning a lighter shade of blue. When Victoria takes his hand, Gabe lets her, watching as the sunlight hits their bodies.
THE END
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