Chapter 8
Suddenly, the events of the last few hours hit him, making him sit up and grab his head in pain. "Noooo....." Nicholas moaned softly as he shook his head slightly. Feeling another vampire near and hearing a soft rustling sound in the room, he jerked his head up, losing control as the vampire took over. Golden eyes stared at the spot where the noise came from, as a rumbling, low growl began to pour past the white exposed fangs.
LaCroix had been sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, waiting for Nicholas to regain consciousness. He stood up at the first sign that his son was waking up. LaCroix was worried about the state of his son's mind. <Had the recapture pushed Nicholas too far?>.
Moving quietly, LaCroix walked toward the bed until Nicholas, all reason buried under the fire of the vampire, snarled a warning at him. Slowing his approach toward the bed, LaCroix made soothing noises and sent calming thoughts down the link to his son, trying to pacify his nervous, bewildered child. Slowing again when he noticed the muscles tensing on his son, LaCroix tried to ease up to the bed, only to have Nicholas slide out the other side, growling softly. <This is wonderful> LaCroix complained to himself, <I have to catch him before I can help him.> Nicholas continued to back away from LaCroix. He didn't know why, he just instinctively realized the elder vampire was stronger than he was and more dangerous.
LaCroix slowly began removing his clothing as he maneuvered his son into a corner. Still not sensing any recognition from Nicholas, LaCroix decided to use the direct approach in handing his son.
Priming himself for the coming confrontation, LaCroix let the change wash over him, looking out of gold colored eyes at the younger vampire crouching in front of him. Moving faster than the eye could follow, LaCroix rushed Nicholas, attempting to bowl him over. Slipping by, Nicholas moved down the wall-- feeling for a way out of the room but never taking his eyes from his opponent. LaCroix followed, trying to pin his son against the wall, but only got a handful of blond hair and a bite on the forearm for his trouble.
Watching Nicholas carefully glide across the room away from him, LaCroix had an idea to trap his confused child against the bed, which was where he wanted him anyway. Sliding a little to his right, he watched the younger vampire step to his left and back. Moving a little more to the right, Nicholas retreated again. <Good, now for the finish of this little chase> LaCroix smiled victoriously, thoroughly enjoying the spontaneous hunt.
As Nicholas stepped up to go around the bed, LaCroix rushed his son, tackling him back onto the bed. Flailing limbs pushed and clawed at the body on top of him until LaCroix could pin his son's arms behind his back. Using his left hand to hold Nicholas's wrists, LaCroix leaned back on his left elbow, grinning at the snarling, struggling body under him. Being careful not to get within range of his child's bared fangs, the elder vampire brought his free hand up to Nicholas's hair and brushed it back out of his son's eyes. Gently stroking the side of Nicholas's face, LaCroix had to jerk his hand back as the wild creature under him tried to bite him again.
Moving his hand down to Nicholas's chest, LaCroix started slowly stroking the pale skin under him, while he began to assert his will on the wounded mind. Working to soothe both mind and body, LaCroix stroked and patted and whispered to the man who meant more to him than he wanted to admit, even to himself. After what seemed like hours, he felt the body of his son slowly begin to relax. Testing the link, LaCroix felt the fire of the vampire melting away, and the thoughts of his son beginning to come through. Looking into the handsome pale face, LaCroix saw Nicholas's blue eyes staring back at him. Reaching down to wipe away a tear that was beginning to run from his son's eye, LaCroix released a sigh of relief and smiled reassuringly at his child. Slowly he released Nicholas's wrists and rolled his leg off his son's body.
"What happened LaCroix?" Nicholas asked hesitantly.
"You lost your way for a while, Nicholas. But it's over now." LaCroix replied with a light smile.
"I don't remember anything clearly after those men shot Janette. What happened?"
"It doesn't matter now, everything is taken care of." LaCroix told him, trying to soothe the worry that appeared in his son's face.
"LaCroix..... I need to know what happened." Nicholas's worry turned to dread. What could he have done?
"Nicholas, you did what you had to while protecting Janette. As far as I can see, you did nothing wrong." He wanted to try and prevent his child from falling into a pit of guilt over his actions during the attack. LaCroix lightly started rubbing his son's chest again, resuming his efforts to calm him. He wasn't finished with the repair to Nicholas's memory. <I also need to feed Nicholas> LaCroix thought with a slight smile. Of course, he needed to get Nicholas distracted away from these questions to do that. Sooo.... a little romp in the hay might be in order so to speak.
"LaCroix... ahhh," what started as a question quickly turned into a moan as LaCroix moved from rubbing Nicholas's chest to licking and pinching his nipples. Since he needed to get his son's lust flowing, LaCroix picked up the pace a little. While he continued to lick his son's nipples, he lightly stroked his fingertips down the center of Nicholas's belly to his groin. Feeling the limp cock, he began to lay feather touches down each of the younger vampire's thighs and back up again. Drawing patterns with his fingers on his child's skin, LaCroix felt the embers of lust flaring up as Nicholas began breathing harder.
Picking the semi-soft cock up off Nicholas's stomach, LaCroix stroked it gently a few times as he leaned over and kissed the partially opened lips. Feeling the hesitation in the return kiss, LaCroix leaned down and tried the kiss again. This time there was passion behind the kiss, with his son slipping his tongue between his lips and lightly brushing against his sire's lips. Opening his mouth, their tongues met and dove deep into each others' mouths. Breaking from the kiss, LaCroix leaned down to lightly kiss along Nicholas's jaw. Moving down his throat, while stroking his hand up and down the lean body, drew a deep vocal groan from his son. Tilting his head back, Nicholas closed his eyes, dug his fingers into the linen and lay there thoroughly engulfed in the feelings LaCroix was drawing out of his body.
Now that he had Nicholas's attention, LaCroix wanted to enjoy himself. Leaning down, he grabbed a quick kiss, then started placing kisses down his son's chest until he arrived at his groin. Lying his upper body across Nicholas's waist, LaCroix directed his attention to the hardening cock in front of him. Taking it into his mouth, he slowly stroked up and down the shaft, changing the rhythm as he applied varying amounts of suction. Feeling his son squirm under him, he moved his left arm onto his child's lower chest, holding him still, and continued to suck and stroke until he felt the shaft lengthen and harden.
When Nicholas's hand began lightly stroking his master's back and hip, LaCroix turned back to kiss that beautiful mouth again. As the kiss became more demanding, Nicholas threw his arms around LaCroix's neck, holding them together. After what seemed like an eternity, both men broke the embrace, panting heavily. Feeling his son's sexual need and knowing his own, LaCroix moved between those nicely muscled thighs, balancing on one hand while positioning his cock with the other, and steadily pushed.
As his shaft slid inside his lustful child, LaCroix leaned down on his elbows and kissed and licked his way to Nicholas's throat. While he thrust slowly, he felt his son's arms around his neck again. LaCroix nibbled around the area under his lover's ear until the feelings of the bloodlust overcame him and he bit into the soft throat. As LaCroix slowly fed, he gently thrust his hips in time with the mental pushes of his mind, dulling the memories and the pain of the last several months. Feeling Nicholas trying to resist the mental pressure, the elder vampire bowed his back a little and reached between them, stroking the swollen gland that had laid momentarily ignored. With the added stimulation, Nicholas became swept up into the bloodlust as well and bit into his master's throat seeking release, needing the blood. While both of them were riding the high of ecstasy and the closeness of the blood between them, LaCroix continued pressing through the link, trying to soothe the worst of Nicholas's memories. As he slowly withdrew from his son's mind, he knew for the problem to be corrected it would take several sessions, but for now, it was a start.
With the last of the spasms from their ejaculations waning, Nicholas dropped his hands from LaCroix's shoulders to his own chest and smiled faintly. Laying down next to his son, the elder vampire kissed him gently on the forehead, then after pulling up the blankets, wrapped his Nicholas into a protective embrace. Listening to his son drift off to sleep, LaCroix knew that once this crisis was over, their relationship would probably return to the sparring and fighting of old, but for now, he was going to enjoy every minute while it lasted. To have his son close again, to be needed again, <Ahhhh, it is glorious!!>
FINIS
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