Part 2
"I don't know, LaCroix." Nick softly replied. He closed his eyes and took a tenuous breath.
"I know we have had a turbulent relationship, Nicholas, but I have only done what I thought was best for you." LaCroix reasoned as he tried to reassure his child. "I may have been a little insistent in my desire to point you in the right direction," he conceded with a tinge of stiffness to his voice.
Nick slowly smiled as he heard the words and the tone of his master. He knew that statement had been hard for LaCroix. he thought as he opened his eyes to look at LaCroix. He could feel the ancient's desires through their connection.
LaCroix concentrated on their link, trying to reassure his child. Nick had come full circle in the battle with himself. <Besides, hadn't honey worked better than a stick when dealing with Nicholas?> the elder vampire thought with a slight smile. Just the right push and the wayward child would come home again.
Looking at his son as he continued to caress his face, LaCroix softly asked, "Would you care to dance, Nicholas?"
"LaCroix...?" Nick could feel his hesitation seeping away as he was surrounded by all the ardor LaCroix was sending through their link. Seeing the understanding on his father's face, Nick cautiously leaned int o LaCroix's arms. He let go his trepidation when he felt himself being pulled into a protective embrace. Running his arms around the elder vampire's back, Nick returned the hug as a quiet sob escaped him. Closing his eyes, he laid his head on LaCroix's shoulder and took the lea p of faith that returning to this life entailed.
LaCroix shifted Nicholas slightly in his arms, enjoying the feel of his favorite. Holding him tightly, LaCroix let his thoughts drift back to on e of the last times when Nicholas had welcomed his attention.
Flashback 1750's: Paris, France
"Control, Nicholas. You must maintain control." LaCroix scolded. "I expect you to be able to hold yourself in check; after all, you are over 500 years old."
"LaCroix...My age hasn't anything to do with my control problems right now and you know it!" Nicholas insisted. "I simply think after a morning of play, it's time to move a little faster," he complained as another surge of desire coursed through him. Growling to himself, he suddenly thought of a way to accelerate his master's desires and hold off his own.
"What are you doing, Nicholas?" LaCroix asked with a touch of apprehension in his voice. Needing a diversion from the driving desire to bite, Nicholas had rolled them over, catching the older man by surprise.
"I'm working on my control, LaCroix." Nicholas replied around the smile that was trying to appear.
As LaCroix settled on his back, he felt a wet tongue moving from one nipple to the other before heading toward his groin. Groaning in anticipation, he laid his head back and ran his long fingers through the blond hair in front of him. The groan turned into a growl as he felt the need inside him growing rapidly as Nicholas applied his considerable lovemaking talents. the elder vampire considered as another surge of desir e coursed through him. Taking his master's shaft into his mouth, Nicholas slowly stroked up and down, savoring the sensation. He knew that concentrating on LaCroix' needs would help him delay his own. Feeling the gland expanding at his attention, he moved his hand from the broad chest down to the large sack, stroking it gently. Nicholas could feel the driving passion hammering at his control, but he wasn't ready to let the beast free yet.
"Nicholas, come here!" LaCroix growled, his lust making his voice deep and sensuous. Moving slowly up his master's body, Nicholas felt a surge of power as he realized yet again the feelings he could produce in his master. A faint snarl escaped him as he felt LaCroix pull him into a hard, driving kiss. Thrusting his tongue into his master's mouth, Nicholas felt his master's canine slice across his tongue. Fangs clicked together as their desires and bloodlust escalated from the salty taste. The taste of blood sent a wild torrent flooding through both men.
Wanting more, LaCroix broke from the kiss with a roar of desire and reared his head back before buried his fangs into Nicholas's neck. The taste from his son's blood was exquisite; filling him with fire and light , the smell musky and uniquely Nicholas. Nicholas attacked LaCroix' throat a moment later. The sense of his master was overwhelming in the blood. So much time, so much life was locked in his master's blood. Predatory desires lurked there, just waiting to pounce. Nicholas let the emotions flow over him, taking them into himself. Locked together, both could sense the need singing in the bloo d they were drinking.
Not wanting to sate his thirst yet, LaCroix released his hold after a few mouthfuls of the savory liquid, licking his lips cle an of the precious fluid. Nicholas let go a few moments later.
"Come, Nicholas, we need to express our passion in a more direct way." LaCroix said as he leveled himself up. Feeling the pounding of his desire, Nicholas complied. Present:
{With nothing to hide believe what you mean to me... waiting with open arms}
Raising his head, Nick turned golden colored eyes to his father. A like gaze was returned as their eyes met. Placing a hand behind LaCroix' neck, Nick pulled him into a warm, tentative kiss. He felt the arms around his waist tighten as the kiss deepened with desire. Breaking free from the kiss, both men felt the intense emotions as they broke over them like a huge wave.
"Nicholas, are you sure?" LaCroix whispered, watching the exquisite creature that he had chosen to be his son.
"Yes, LaCroix." Stepping back, Nick continued, "I need some emotional stability in my life." After taking a deep breath, Nick sighed and looke d away. "I have come to the realization that all the things that have happened to me during the past few years occurred because I have been fighting myself; my nature. I can't survive like this anymore." Looking back at LaCroix, Nick grinned slightly and said, "I want you in my life, LaCroix--I need you in my life."
Opening his arms to his son, LaCroix smiled when Nick stepped into his embrace and wrapped strong arms around his father's waist again. Feeling Nick lean his forehead against his shoulder, LaCroix leaned down to his son's ear and whispered, "Who else could understand you like the one who made you, Nicholas. Now, would you like to do something about all this tension I sense in you?" LaCroix teased.
Nick felt fingers steadily bringing his head up. Looking up at his master, he closed his eyes when he felt lips gently caress his lips before they moved across his cheek to descend to his neck. A tingle streaked throughout his body before it settled in his groin when LaCroix opened his collar and began to explore the skin around his throat. Softly moaning at the touch, Nick reached up to LaCroix's shirt and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I believe we would be more comfortable upstairs, don't you?" Not waiting for an answer, LaCroix wrapped his arm around his son's waist and flew them up to the second floor. Leading the way into the bedroom, LaCroix turned back to Nick and slowly resumed unbuttoning his shirt, all the while running his fingers against the pale skin still partially hidden by the shirt. After pulling Nick's shirt tail out, he moved on to the pants, releasing Nicholas' gorgeous cock from its tight confinement.
Nick reciprocated by pulling the jacket and shirt off his father. As he dropped them to the floor, he froze, then inhaled sharply when LaCroix' fingers reach into Nick's open pants, drawing his rapidly enlarging penis out. With the first touch, Nick closed his eyes in anticipation, but upon hearing LaCroix chuckle, anxiously looked into his master's face; waiting for the verbal backhand of old. Feeling the reassurances through the link and seeing a small smile on LaCroix face, Nick began to relax under the sure hands of the ancient vampire.
"I see you are more than ready to begin, hummm... Nicolah." LaCroix murmured as he stroked his son's cock gently. "Considering your erection, I guess there won't be much in the way of foreplay this time, will there?" LaCroix teased. Releasing his son, the elder vampire finished removing his clothing and moved toward the bed. Holding out his hand, he silently waited for Nicholas to take the last step toward hi s acceptance of the situation. Feeling a nagging doubt, Nicholas looked at his father and asked, "Do you really love me... LaCroix?"
"How can I not, Nicholas." was the reply. "After all, out of all mankind , I chose you to be my son. How could I not love you." LaCroix quietly stated.
Reaching for the offered hand, Nick took the final step, confidence replacing indecision while LaCroix continued to reassure him through the link.
Pulling him closer to the bed, LaCroix breathed a slight sigh of relief before returning to the pleasurable task at hand.
With a brashness rarely seen in their relationship, Nick began to caress and lick his master's throat, to the utter delight of LaCroix. Responding to the ardor Nick was displaying, he eased the rest of his son's clothes to the floor. Nick stepped out of them as they reached the bed.
Pushing the bitter taste of guilt aside, he was determined to enjoy himself. Later. he thought; later, I will face down the guilt.> After all the centuries he had lived, Nick felt truly free for the first time. Nick lightly pushed LaCroix onto the bed and climbed on after him. Kneeling over his master, he growled deep in his throat as he lowered his head to begin.
Flashback 1750's: Paris, France
Moving up beside his master, Nicholas laid down on his side. Settling in behind him, the ancient vampire eased himself into a comfortable position. LaCroix draped his left arm across the younger man's waist and grasped the aroused cock. As he slowly stroked it up and down, he bent his head close to Nicholas' neck and began nuzzling the skin behind his ear.
Nicholas shivered as the intense feelings his master was causing primed his body for release. Moaning, he felt LaCroix' cock rubbing against his buttock. All the sensations on his skin were driving him wild! Thrusting his hips back against his master's groin, he growled when LaCroix lightly laughed, then said, "Patience, Nicholas, you have to learn how to enjoy the heightened senses your body is feeling."
"LaCroix, ....I burn. Do it now.... please!" Nicholas hissed in excitement. "So.... you want to be taken, Nicholas?" LaCroix whispered into this creation's ear. Dragging his hand up Nicholas' waist to idly brush again st his chest, LaCroix had to tightened his hold when Nicholas pushed against his master's arm, trying to turn back around. "Or do you want to be the taker."
The elder vampire relished the feelings of power that were pulsing through him. It pleased him to see his child in this aroused state. "When you can finally accept your nature and revel in it, then you will be ready to be the taker, Nicholas.... and not before." LaCroix softly purred, his voice caressing his son as his hand continued to lightly pet.
Jerking his head away from LaCroix, Nicholas growled again in frustration and increased his efforts to turn over. The internal pressures were overpowering him; the pulsing in his groin and the need to bite and feed.
Taking a firm grasp of Nicholas, LaCroix forced him to hold still. He could feel all the emotion building inside his protege as it fed back through the link. Enjoying the mastery of the younger vampire, LaCroix positioned himself for penetration. Thrusting slowly into Nicholas' tight ass, LaCroix almost lost control as his senses overloaded on the delicious stimulation. He found his rhythm quickly though, moving in and out, the friction leading both vampires closer to their orgasms.
LaCroix began to stroke Nicholas' cock in time to his thrusts. Threading his right arm under the pillows, he reached up and began to pinch and fondle his lover's nipples as he leaned down and dragged his fangs across the side of Nicholas' neck, in anticipation. The ball of fire in his groin became more pronounced as he pounded harder and harder. When LaCroix felt his orgasm near, he snarled and sank his fangs into his son's neck. Tasting Nicholas' pleasure, he continued to pound his shaft in and out, anticipating his approaching release as it began to swirl through him.
Drawing the delicious blood into his mouth, he tasted the younger vampire's orgasm singing through his veins. He savored the taste, lettin g the flavors and memories of his son flow into him. Feeling teeth in his wrist pushed LaCroix over the edge. He relished the feeling of his life's blood flowing into his child's mouth, completing the circle between them. As the intense waves of pleasure dimmed, both vampires relaxed against the bed and each other, sated.
Present:
{Now that you're back I hope you'll see how much your love means to me}
Laying across his master's legs, Nicholas was displaying his considerable , if rusty talents. LaCroix was panting heavily as Nicholas stroked with firm, measured movements, up and down the hard shaft. The tingling that announced his coming orgasm began to gather in his belly and radiate out.
Nick tasted the beginning of LaCroix's orgasm as the pleasure built in th e old vampire. Knowing that it wouldn't be long now, he slid his hand underneath his master and none too gently inserted his middle finger into LaCroix's ass. He heard a gasp and felt the cock he was ministering to jump as he slowly began sliding first one, then two fingers in and out of the tight anus.
It didn't take long for the orgasm to crash down on LaCroix after Nick added the extra stimulation. A long, low moan began as his protege continued to suck and stroke the jerking cock, milking every drop of cum from LaCroix. Wave after wave of intense delectable ecstasy cascaded through his body as Nicholas continued to administer his attention to LaCroix's groin. When the last of the spasms ended, Nick lifted his head and looked up his master's body. LaCroix raised a shaky head to face a vamped out Nick. "I believe it's my turn now," a golden eyed Nick hoarsely stated. "I'll be more than happy to begin again, but in a few minutes. I'm still enjoying the last one." LaCroix conceded somewhat breathlessly as he laid his head back down.
"That's all right, LaCroix. I had something else in mind." Nick replied, his voice rough with desire. Nick moved over him and leaned down to kiss him again. It was a slow, burning kiss that spoke of all the pain, all the love, and all that could be between them. When it ended, LaCroix was breathing hard and his eyes had gone fey gold.
Looking at Nick, LaCroix realized what his son was implying. What surprised him even more was the excitement coursing through him at the thought that Nick had finally maneuvered himself into being the taker. His only excuse for not putting up more of a fuss was the total unexpected actions of his son.
Raising his hands up to Nick's neck, LaCroix pulled the young vampire back down for a second kiss. When their lips met, he tried to turn over, trapping his prodigal son on his back. Nick grinned as he felt the expected move. Holding his position as they dueled with their tongues, Nick eased between LaCroix's legs and positioned himself for penetration. When they broke from the kiss, gasping for breath, Nick growled deep in his throat and thrust into LaCroix's ass.
"Damn, Nicholas, that hurt!!" LaCroix complained as he tried to wiggle out from under Nick.
"And you don't think it hasn't hurt when you've done it?" Nick sarcastically asked. "All's fair, LaCroix. Now shut up and enjoy it. I certainly will." Nick bent his head down to LaCroix's chest and began teasing his nipples as he stroked in and out.
Moving in rhythm with Nicholas, LaCroix was surprised that he was enjoying being the submissive one this time. Nick began to stroke harder as he approached his orgasm. Leaning his head back , he closed his eyes, enjoying the multitude of sensations that coursed through him. Feeling LaCroix building toward another climax only excited Nick more. Lowering his head again, he briefly looked at LaCroix, noting the pleasure displayed on the normally stoic features. When his climbing passion triggered his bloodlust, he quickly drew his head back and with fangs flashing, roared as he struck for LaCroix' throat. The sweet, life-giving blood filled his mouth, whispering to him of emotions and feelings that they had never spoken of.
As Nick fed, he felt LaCroix's hand slip behind his head, holding him steady. Then the fangs of his master pierced his neck, drawing sustenance and comfort from him. As their blood-link vibrated with their passion, Nick felt the warmth in his groin explode through him. Pumping deep into his master's ass, Nick emptied himself, feeling the waves of exquisite release coursing through him. Wave after wave crashed over him, washing the tension in his body away.
Nick's release brought LaCroix over the edge. As both vampires fed, they felt their bodies beginning to relax after the intense emotional catharsis both had gone through. LaCroix released his hold on Nick's neck and shifted into a more comfortable position, taking care not to break his child's grip. Nick laid down next to his lover and carefully released his fangs from his master's neck. Propping his head up on his arm, Nick looked at his master and sighed.
"What?" LaCroix asked, hearing the sigh.
"I was just remembering...." Nick replied, with a contented smile on his face.
"Remembering what, Nicholas?" LaCroix carefully pressed. "Different times when we were happy together. Times when I could relax around you; times without the bullying and fear. I haven't wanted to remember the good times..." Nick's voice had dropped to a near whisper by the end of his statement. He was surprised that he had admitted his feelings to LaCroix. Lowering his eyes, expected a scalding comment to hit him.
LaCroix placed two fingers under his son's chin and lightly nudged his head up. Looking his master in the eyes, he saw the pain that his words had caused flitting across his master's face, to be replaced by confusion.
"And now, Nicholas? How do you feel now?" LaCroix asked. It was better if they got all of this out in the open. Now that Nicholas was willing to open up a little, maybe they could bury some of the hurt from their past. Sitting up, Nick folded his legs under him and sat very still for a long while. Just as LaCroix was beginning to worry, Nick looked over and smiled. "I feel contented for the first time in a very long while. I st ill have a few concerns, but maybe, if you're willing, we could work through them...?" Nick smiled slightly as he took a chance and opened his heart t o LaCroix.
Feeling the warmth from Nicholas, LaCroix sat up and pulled his son into his arms. As he hugged him warmly, he softly said, "Nicholas, I would like that."
Breaking apart, Nick sat back and smiled at LaCroix. "I want you in my life, LaCroix. But, I don't want you running it! Let me find my own way, okay?" Nick asked seriously but with a teasing tone to his voice.
"Only if you will listen to me once in a while. I do have more life experiences than you do to draw upon. Some of my suggestions might actually be to your liking-- if you'd only give them a chance." LaCroix answered back. Leaning against the headboard, he shrugged slightly, then changed the subject.
"As for right now, how about something to drink. I am starved. I think I could even stomach your usual dining selection without too much complaint." LaCroix lightly said. It felt wonderful being able to tease his son, though he really wished he could nudge Nick into partaking a more suitable choice of dinner.
"I'll go get something to drink." Nick replied, getting up from the bed. He ignored his robe, which was lying at his feet on the floor. Moving out of the room, he flew downstairs to the kitchen. As he began to open the refrigerator, Nick stopped and looked toward his bedroom. Thinking about the taste that awaited them from the bottles in the fridge, he move d to the cabinet by the stove. Reaching into the back of the cabinet, he pulled a couple of bottles out that had a beautifully detailed label on them. Wiping them off, he pulled down a couple of goblets and flew back upstairs. LaCroix watched his son walk into the room with their dinner. He was admiring the grace and fluid strength his son displayed as he moved when a full glass was thrust in front of him. Taking it, he brought the drink up to his mouth, then noticed the aroma of the dark liquid filling his glass.
Looking up at his son in surprise, he felt another shock when he saw his Nicholas drinking from the same bottle. Opening his mouth, LaCroix started to say something, then thought better of it. Why spoil a perfectly good day.
Nick lowered his glass, to see LaCroix smiling over his drink. Shrugging, he settled back onto the bed and poured another glassful. Watching the drink as he swirled it around, Nick didn't realize his nervousness was obvious.
"Stop that, Nicholas!" LaCroix stated forcefully. "Just ask the question. You'll never know the answer otherwise," he continued.
Nick started slightly, then ducked his head for a second. "Since I've got two weeks off, I thought a vacation might be in order. Have you thought about a trip to France, LaCroix?" Nick asked carefully. "I wondered if you might like to join me? It would be good for you to get away for a while as well." he finished a bit lamely. Looking up at his master, he saw the smile grow bigger. A wave of pleasure and relief swept over him as he felt his master's answer in the link.
"That might not be a bad idea, Nicholas. In fact, an excellent idea, I would say." LaCroix replied.
It was going to be a very interesting vacation.
Finis
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