A/N: This is a pairing of two people we all know and love who never seem to get any on their own, so I decided to give them a hand. It's also something of a special request from someone who has given me a lot of ideas and inspiration, you know who you are, you dirty girl!
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The alarm clock smashed against the bedroom wall and died a painful death. Rubbing his face, Sam Merlotte yawned and sat up. He disentangled himself from the sheets and stretched as he stumbled to his bathroom, joints popping with each step. Eyes still blurry, he splashed cool water on his face in a half-hearted attempt to wake up.
God, my head hurts like a sonuvabitch. I musta drank myself retarded last night. Fumbling around in the medicine cabinet, Sam managed to dig up a few aspirin. He cupped his hands underneath the faucet and sipped at the water. In the shower, Sam noticed his neck was a little sore on one side. Figuring he just slept on it wrong, the discomfort was ignored.
After toweling off, Sam stood in front of the mirror and lathered up to shave. As he tilted his head back to get underneath his jawline, two small pinkish marks caught his attention. Two perfect circles, just the right distance apart for... No, it can't be... I... Gingerly, the shifter touched the side of his throat, feeling the pulse underneath his new scars.
"What the FUCK?!?" As the memory resurfaced he slapped his palms to his forehead. "Oh, fuck me."
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THE DAY BEFORE
Pam was on the lookout for a good time. Helping Sookie with her surprise for Eric had tested her control, especially after the little impromptu photo session. Even though Sookie was by far her favorite human, Pam would enjoy exacting punishment on her; after all revenge was a dish best served cold.
She had grown tired of feeding from the fangbangers at Eric's bar, and she sure as hell wasn't going to be there when she didn't need to be. Giving into an urge, she drove to Bon Temps to see if Amelia was available. They had enjoyed each others company a few times before.
Unfortunately when she got to her house, she smelled a Were inside and Amelia was definitely occupied. She rolled her eyes and sighed before getting struck with an idea.
It wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind, but this was the fist time she had a chance to act on it. Pam had always considered herself up for experimentation, but she had never done this before. There's always a first time for everything, she thought as she drove away.
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Merlotte's Bar and Grille had been closed for an hour and Sam was, as his customers called it, hammered. He didn't drink often, but every now and then he got the urge to go on a bender.
That's where owning your own bar came in handy; a bottle of whiskey and maybe a mixed drink or two wouldn't kill his profits, and seeing as it was a rare occurence anyway Sam didn't begrudge himself that. Tonight he was sitting in front of his newest addition, a 55" HD plasma flat-screen TV. It cost an arm and a leg, but it was well worth it. The better TVs he had, the more money he could pull in on game days.
For now, though, the TV was tuned to some miniseries on war. The really tall guy with the buzzcut looked familiar, but the drunken shifter couldn't quite place him. He smelled the vampire a second before she appeared by his table.
"Pam? What are you doing here? What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. I found myself at loose ends in this area and wanted some refreshment." Sam raised an eyebrow at her. Uh-huh, right. Vamps and their ulterior motives, wonder what she wants.
"Yea, um, help yourself." Pam busied herself behind the bar for a moment, then sat next to the shifter. She finished her True Blood as Sam downed several shots and three Jack 'n Cokes. He turned to Pam before slurring at her.
"I shink I should get to... uh.. to bed. Yeah." He stood up for all of three seconds before toppling over. The vampire caught him before his head cracked on the floor and he looked up at her.
"Ya know, Pam," he snickered, "you're actually kinda pretty for a dead chick."
Pam smiled one of her rare genuine smiles. The extended fangs ruined the picture somewhat, but the intent was clear. "Why thank you, Sam. You aren't so bad yourself, for a dog."
She helped him out to his trailer and he invited her in. She actually isn't so bad for a bloodsucker, I guess. At least she helped me out here.
"Hey, do you want another True Blood or anything?" He turned around and jumped. Pam was inches away from him.
"No, thank you. I prefer the real thing." She wrapped her arms around him and shoved her tongue in his mouth. Sam froze for a split second before his male programming took over. He pushed his tongue against hers, fighting for dominance.
Pam wrapped her hand in Sam's shirt and pulled him towards his bedroom. Once there, she shoved him onto the bed and stripped. Swiftly, she removed all of his clothing, too.
The shifter was in shock when the vampire climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. She impaled herself on him and he moaned in pleasure. Pam reveled in the warmth of the cock inside her, Sam savored the cool flesh against him. It was utterly unlike anything they had experienced before.
Pam rode him like there was no tomorrow, pinching his nipples and gasping when he hit the sensitive spot inside her. Sam placed his hands on her hips and gripped tightly. A few thrusts later, she leaned over his chest and nuzzled into his neck. When her fangs sank in, they both came.
She slid off of the shifter and wrapped her hand around his softening member. Stroking gently but firmly, she was intent on making him hard again, no matter how much alcohol he had consumed. When she placed her lips around him and sucked, Sam felt a jolt run through his body as her fangs grazed his head. He stiffened again under her careful attention.
Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she barked at him. "Fuck me, shifter." Sam responded immediately, getting on his knees and pushing back into her.
"No. Not there." She rocked forward until he was completely out. Reaching back, she grabbed his cock and pressed it against her small puckered hole. "There."
"Uh, are you sure? This'll hurt." Pam scoffed and turned to look at him.
"I am a vampire. Pain IS pleasure. Now, do it."
Already slick with their combined juices, Sam pressed into the tight entrance. When the ring of muscle relaxed enough to allow him entrance, he nearly came with the sensation. It was so tight and wet, a curious blend of hot and cold flesh. Slowly, he eased himself in further and further. Fed up with the snail-like pace, Pam braced herself against the bed and shoved backwards, burying him up to the hilt in one swift move.
"Holy shit!" Sam yelled the same time Pam let out a long groan. His hands automatically went to her hips as they started to move together.
Tangling one hand in her hair, Sam yanked Pam's head back and pounded into her. She squealed in delight and ordered him to move harder, to be rougher. The shifter redoubled his efforts and smacked her ass so hard his hand hurt. She snaked one hand underneath her body to fondle his balls, earning an appreciative moan.
Leaning over her, he pushed her hair aside and bit the nape of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling and pinching her nipples as hard as he could. Never releasing her neck or her breasts, Sam plunged into her over and over. Pam bucked back into him after a particularly deep thrust and he bit down in surprise, breaking the skin. Without thinking about what he was doing, he lapped up the few drops that escaped, pushing her over the edge.
As the muscles around his cock spasmed erratically, he stiffened and released deep inside the vampire. When he regained the ability to breathe Sam collapsed on the bed, pulling out of her with a wet pop. Closing his eyes for a moment, he willed his heartbeat back to normal. He fought the overwhelming urge to pass out and looked at Pam, she was already dressed and waiting. Darkness started to overcome him, but he heard one last thing before he passed out.
"Hm, I was right. You aren't so bad for a dog."