|No Going Back - True Blood - Eric/Lafayette
||[Nov. 7th, 2009|06:27 pm]
where the daydreams reign
Title: No Going Back
Word Count: 3192
A/N: Written with a 10_per_genre prompt.
Summary: Before Lafayette knows what is happening, he has a toothbrush in Eric's bathroom and they're going on mini-breaks together. It's all too easy to forget how dangerous Eric can be.
He brings a toothbrush with him on his third night at Eric's place. It earns him a raised eyebrow when Eric walks to the doorway of the bathroom and watches him at the sink.
Lafayette's mouth is full of minty lather. He takes a moment to bend over the sink and spit it out and hell if he can't feel the weight of Eric's gaze on his back. It makes his skin crawl, even after all this time.
He glances over his shoulder once his mouth is clean. "Dental hygiene," he says. "I thought you vamps would be into that shit." They've got enough extra teeth for it, don't they?
Eric's expression is carefully blank and gives nothing away. Lafayette's getting pretty used to that. Vampires are messed up.
"You may leave it here," Eric says. It's a declaration, something that Lafayette's not allowed to argue with. He wouldn't try. They're fucking now, maybe even dating, but that doesn't mean he feels up to arguing or bitching any more than he can help. There's nothing equal between them. It's not like Bill and Sookie - but that's cool. He doesn't want that relationship and Eric pretends not to either. "If it pleases you, you may bring some clothes next time."
Lafayette pauses for a long moment and doesn't say a thing. He gets that this is more significant than a matter of convenience. This is Eric's space and he's being told that a small part of it can be his as well.
"Cool," he murmurs, 'cause he isn't quite ready to say anything more than that. For all that he knows, speaking up will have the invitation revoked on him and he doesn't want to play that way. He wants to have his shit in Eric's place. He wants to pretend like he actually belongs here.
"Come to bed," Eric instructs, turning back without further acknowledging what has been said.
Lafayette turns around to look at himself in the mirror. "You a crazy son of a bitch, Lafayette," he mutters to himself. He had to accept the loss of his sanity when he had first allowed Eric to draw him in willingly.
This is just taking one more step down that line.
"You may stay here while I sleep," Eric tells him months later.
Usually, Lafayette leaves when the sun starts to approach. His sleeping schedule is out of whack thanks to running around with a vampire, so during the day he'll go home and crash in his own bed. This place is creepy as hell during the day anyway. There's no one around.
"You sure?" He knows that Eric doesn't enjoy sharing his space any more than he has to. He's a prickly, private person. Maybe centuries of living teach you to be cautious. Two minutes around vampires had the same effect on Lafayette, after all. They're not all like Eddie. None of them are.
"Would I have said it if I wasn't?" Eric asks.
Which, yeah, is true.
Lafayette rolls onto his stomach and stretches like a cat in the soft sheets. There is nothing like this for him back home. He makes a living any way he can, but he hasn't had centuries to build up business sense and an investment portfolio. Nothing he can afford is anything like this.
Eric's hand finds its way to the small of his back, pressing against the bone there like a cool breeze. With his eyes closed, Lafayette smiles. He is more comfortable here than he should be, with Eric's body lined against his own. Eric's lips mouth against his bare shoulder, but Lafayette doesn't roll away. He allows him to do whatever he wants; he knows that he'll like it.
"I will give you a key," Eric says, murmuring the words against his skin in a way that makes it difficult for Lafayette to even think of what he is saying. "It will be more convenient."
"Convenience is good," Lafayette says. He'd have more luck coming up with a response if Eric hadn't been working so hard on distracting him. He knows he's doing it on purpose. If he makes announcements like this while he's working his slow way towards sex, Eric must know that Lafayette won't be able to think clearly enough to process it.
He's fucking sneaky. He's a vampire.
It's probably to be expected.
Merlotte's goes quiet all of a sudden near the end of his shift. Hidden in the kitchen with several orders of food on the go, Lafayette's got no clue what is going on out there - but he can hear it when all the conversation stops, and he know that ain't going to mean anything good. Only the jukebox keeps playing, and even it sounds uncertain about doing so.
He reaches for one of the knives sitting on the chopping board. It has pieces of chopped pepper clinging to the blade, but if any creepy-crawly supernatural thing comes sliming through to his kitchen, it'll do the job.
Clinging on tightly, he edges forward to get a better view.
In the centre of the bar, Eric and Pam manage to look utterly out of place, as if they have been teleported in from another world. It isn't the first time they've visited, won't be the last, but the reaction is the same every single time.
They're not like Bill. They don't even try to blend in.
"I would like to speak with Lafayette," Eric tells Sam behind the bar, every word slow and carefully chosen.
"Back here," Lafayette says, only having to raise his voice a little to be heard. After a moment's thought, he places the knife in his hand back down on the closest surface. It's probably a little too hostile.
Eric leaves Pam to stand in the middle of the bar looking down her nose at the patrons while he retreats into the kitchen. He looks around with a certain disconnected interest at the bubbling chaos of Lafayette's workspace, taking it all in as if cataloguing it.
"Something going on?" Lafayette asks - 'cause he knows that Eric doesn't come down here to visit him for the hell of it. If the decision was in Eric's hands, he would have handed in his resignation for him a long while back. Lafayette would never see the inside of a kitchen again.
"Pam and I are going on a trip," Eric states. His eyes are unblinking. "You are to come with me. We have already collected your belongings."
"You've already what?"
That's over-stepping all kinds of boundaries. Eric's a vampire, but that doesn't give him a right to go around grabbing his shit from his own home.
"It would be best if we leave now," Eric states calmly, unaffected in the face of any potential anger against him.
"I'm working," Lafayette says. The food on the grill is probably burnt already and he's going to have Sam glaring at him all evening. "We can head on out when I'm done."
A twitch around Eric's mouth suggests that he isn't going to be pleased with that arrangement at all - but Lafayette isn't going to compromise, not unless he's told why the hell this is happening. He's got a life too, and it's not something he can drop at short notice.
"Your safety may be in jeopardy if you remain here," Eric confesses, eventually. The words float out on a sigh, an indication that he is irritated with being made to sacrifice his secrets. "An enemy of mine is in town."
"And he's coming here?"
"He is coming for you, yes," Eric confirms. "It seems he has become aware of my... attachment to you."
"Fuck." He should've known. He had known that getting involved with a vampire would get him killed one of these days - and he's not going to allow that. If he's ever gonna get killed, it should be because of something he's done, not because of Eric. "Let's get us gone then."
He gives his excuse to Sam as they walk for the door and Pam falls into step at their side, offering a smirk to Lafayette as they move. Lafayette can feel the weight of Sookie and Tara's eyes on his face but he doesn't give them an explanation. He hasn't got one himself and he barely knows what he's doing. When does he ever?
"This isn't like you," Lafayette says when they reach the hotel. He spends time poking in all the nooks and crannies while Eric lounges comfortably in a black leather armchair. "Running scared... Must be one hell of a big bad on our tail."
A rumbling noise of agreement is all that he gets from Eric. Probably all he can expect.
"And you might wanna start telling me something about it." Lafayette walks towards Eric, taking slow steps across the soft carpet with bare feet. "I upped and left everything back home 'cos you told me to. There better be a damn good reason. You're gonna have Tara on your ass the second she catches up with us."
"I hope to avoid that eventuality," Eric says with a faintly perturbed expression on his face. In a fight between the two of them, Lafayette's got to say his money might just be on Tara. His girl is fierce.
"Tell me about the son of a bitch that's after you," Lafayette says. He reaches Eric's chair and stands close enough that their legs are touching.
Eric reaches out for him and places his pale hands on his body, a few fingers splayed over his bare hips while the rest cling to the top of Lafayette's jeans. With the suggestion of pressure, he manages to pull Lafayette forward to straddle his lap, balanced precariously on the chair together. "Two centuries ago, he kept a human as a lover," Eric says. "I took her from him. I believe he will come after you in retaliation."
"By 'took', you mean 'kill'," Lafayette says. It's hardly a question, because he knows. He can read it in Eric's eyes, though hell if he knows how.
"I drank from her and left her to die," Eric confirms.
He doesn't sound remorseful at all.
"So that's what I've got comin' to me if this guy catches up with us," Lafayette concludes. It's not fair; he had nothing to do with the woman's death.
Eric's hands stroke his skin, moving around to rest on the small of his back. "I will not allow that to happen."
Lafayette nods. He believes him, 'cos he sure wouldn't be volunteering to get on Eric's bad side, but he remains uneasy all the same. "We're gonna stay hiding out here until he goes away?" he checks. Doesn't exactly sound like the bravest of plans.
"You are," Eric says.
Which means that Eric is going to go out and pull some vampire political bullshit while Lafayette is stuck here like a damsel in distress. "Must be something real I can do," he argues.
"Staying alive is the most important task I can give you," Eric replies impassively. He sounds unaffected. "You can be of no assistance elsewhere. Remain here until I come for you."
"I'm not Sookie. And you ain't Bill," Lafayette reminds him. He presses his lips to the side of Eric's mouth and pulls back. Eric merely blinks, unresponsively. "Don't treat me like I'm a kid."
"To me, you are."
"Then all the kinky shit you've got me doing is twice as fucked up," Lafayette says with a lazy grin. He holds Eric's gaze until he starts to smile back as well. He isn't as cold as he pretends to be.
"I have to go," Eric says. He is strong enough to lift Lafayette from his lap despite Lafayette's protests. "Remain here. I will return by morning."
He doesn't say what the hell Lafayette is supposed to do if he doesn't, but there's no point asking. Boy's got to have his secrets, and Lafayette knows Eric needs more than most. With both of them on their feet now, Eric slipping past him, he reaches out to grab hold of Eric's wrist on the way past.
There's no doubt that Eric could pull away without any effort.
Lafayette holds on and draws Eric towards him once more, placing his other hand on the nape of Eric's neck. "Kick that son of bitch's ass for me," he murmurs before he presses his lips against Eric's. There's nothing slow or tender about it, with Eric grabbing hold of him and holding their bodies flush together; there's nothing here in the hungry movement of lips to show that, fuck, he's terrified right now. He's seen too many crazy-assed things during the past couple of years to be dumb enough to think that this is a good idea.
"Stay safe," he mutters when Eric pulls back and breaks from his grasp.
The vampire's gaze is directed at the ground for a moment. He doesn't say anything, until he steps towards the door. "I will be back by morning," he repeats.
When he leaves, Lafayette looks despondently around the room - and wonders when the hell he ended up playing the role of a vampire's willing lapdog. It's bullshit.
And there's nothing to do now but wait.
The door creaks open an hour before day break, and Lafayette is on his feet in an instant. He's got a silver chain in his hand, wrapped around it several times, because if he's going down then he's going down fighting. His muscles tense.
But it is Eric that enters, looking drawn-out and blood-stained. There are sticky red blotches in his short blond hair and it has smeared over his hands as well, up past his wrists. Lafayette tries his best not to look. Instead, he's hunting for any sign of injuries.
There's nothing that he can see. Nothing visible.
"You hurt?" he asks when he feels that he can talk again. Eric stops and stands, motionless, in front of the door. He looks like a wounded animal, ready to strike. Lafayette tells himself that he isn't scared, not at all.
The beating of his heart tells a different story. Deep down, he's terrified.
"Get on the bed. I'll clean you up, baby," he instructs, gesturing towards the bed in the corner. There's no light in the room and the hotel caters for vampires: they don't have to worry about any sunlight pouring through the windows. He goes through to the en-suite bathroom to grab one of the complementary face-cloths by the sink, unwinding the chain he'd been carrying and leaving it there. His hands are shaking; right now, he's trying damn hard not to remember being chained in Eric's basement, and watching Eric rip Royce apart limb from limb right in front of him. He doesn't think of it often. Doesn't allow himself to do so.
When the cloth is wet he brings it back through and finds Eric sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks over-large in the bedroom, like a lost giant. His shoulders are slumped. He doesn't look up when Lafayette walks towards him.
Lafayette sits on the bed at Eric's side. Hell if he knows where to even start cleaning him up. Blood is everywhere. "Guess your hands are as good as anything else," he mutters, mostly to himself, as he reaches out to take hold of Eric's left hand. The red coating has started to crack and crust. He feels ill when he starts to wash it away.
"You are frightened of me," Eric says.
"I'm not frightened of anything," Lafayette answers. Deny, deny, deny. He's been doing that since he was a kid.
"I haven't heard your heart like this for quite some time," Eric says. His head tilts to the side as he listens. "Is it because of the blood?"
This time, it is Lafayette's turn to be silent and stoic. He doesn't think he's as good at is as Eric is, but it doesn't matter. He can't talk about it; he can't tell Eric that, like this, he looks like a monster.
And he can't confess to himself that Eric probably is one.
"I do not feel guilt or shame for what I did tonight," Eric says when the silence stretches on. "My authority in this jurisdiction was at risk - as were you. Something had to be done."
"So you killed the guy?"
"Yes," Eric answers as he looks down to watch as Lafayette wipes the blood from Eric's hands. There is no remorse in his voice. There is nothing at all.
It would be easier if there was - at least, then, Lafayette could pretend to himself that maybe something human remains under Eric's impassive front.
Eric's hand turns while he is working on trying to clean his wrist, the white cloth turning pink. Eric catches his hands and forces him to stop moving. Lafayette looks down at their hands for as long as he can justify doing so, but Eric has got a hell of a lot more patience than he does. When he looks up, Eric is waiting for him.
Eric's hand reaches for the back of his head to hold him steady and firm as he kisses him. He doesn't taste of blood and for that alone Lafayette can be thankful. He thinks he'd throw up if he tasted that in Eric's mouth. Eric's hand is strong enough that there is little that Lafayette can do other than hold still and simply allow himself to be kissed. Eric's lips and tongue have the experience of centuries behind them, and Lafayette's never enjoyed kissing anyone as much as he does when it's Eric. Before it had seemed like something to be rushed through to get to the main event.
Eric pulls back from him with his eyes still slightly closed. "I haven't fed tonight," Eric admits.
Lafayette swallows. He should tell Eric to get something from the mini-bar. They sell True Blood here. It'd be the damn logical thing to do - it's what he wants to do.
Yet he doesn't stop himself from tilting his head to the side, exposing his neck. "Go ahead, babe," he says, like this is nothing big, like it doesn't matter.
He doesn't expect Eric to stop to ask him if he's sure - because this is Eric. He's gonna take him at his word. Lafayette screws his eyes shut, the eye shadow over his lids glittering in the light, because he sure as hell can't watch as this happens.
He hears the sound of Eric's fangs popping out, a rush like a knife being unsheathed. Eric's hand tightens on the back of his head and a split-second later the pain comes. Lafayette jerks against it, feeling the slice of his skin breaking beneath the pressure. Eric's mouth is warm and his tongue is greedy - and, fuck, it hurts.
Lafayette's hand clings blindly onto Eric's hips and he can feel himself starting to get hard. Giving everything up to a man who killed for him tonight... It's downright erotic in a way he thinks it has no right to be. Lines of blood dribble down the side of his neck, crawling under the edge of his clothes. His breathing hitches and he allows Eric to press him back against the mattress of the bed, fangs and neck never breaking their connection. Lafayette gives in and tries to let go of his fear; Eric and him, they've finally hit the point of no return.