Part 3
A hungry mouth grazed LaCroix' cheek, laying wet, raptorial kisses across the stolid face, while a hard, muscular body leaned against him, holding him securely pinned between Nick and the wall. Soft, insistent lips returned to the ancient's mouth, demanding his full attention. Tongues entwined provoking a duel for dominance as father and son tasted each other. Their need soared, causing a frantic desire to grow between them. It had been so long...
Breaking from their tight embrace, ice blue irises shifted to shimmering gold while LaCroix gazed lovingly at the handsome face framing blazing sanguine orbs. "LaCroix..." Nicholas softly uttered, his deep baritone dropping into a ravening growl on the last syllable. The unwavering stare was intensely provocative and an exceedingly hard spike of lust flared through Nicholas, prompting LaCroix to reach out and frame his beloved's face.
"Easy," LaCroix soothed, silently urging his own body to behave while he attempted to calm his lusty child. "We have the entire day, mon coeur, to enjoy ourselves." Nick opened his mouth to respond; instead, a deep moan ground out as LaCroix ran his hands down his lover's neck until they slipped under the open shirt. Those same strong hands stroked gently across Nicholas' shoulders, urging the silk to slide down ahead of the feather light caresses that traveled down the young Belgian's biceps.
A soft growl rasped from LaCroix as his gaze followed his hands. With the room's wan light illuminating them both, the ancient visually consumed the pale, firm body as his fingers ghosted across alabaster skin. After all the centuries together, he had never grown tired of watching this sensual creature he had created.
Glancing up, a slow, half smile formed on his face. "You can't escape your needs indefinitely, mon fils," he breathed. It was thrilling to see his child completely absorbed in sensation. Nicholas stood silent and still, his body tensed, with his head slightly tilted back and his eyes mere slits as he feasted on the tactile impressions racing across his body and through his mind. LaCroix had despaired of ever seeing Nicholas willing to approach this side of his nature again.
Not one to lose an advantage, LaCroix let his fingers slide downward, lightly kneading each breast before he dipped lower to tease the skin at his son's waist. Eager digits slipped inside the waistband and unfastened Nicholas' pants. Coaxing the material downward, the elder trusted gravity to aid him and reached for the final barrier of silky cloth, which covered his ultimate goal.
"Oh yeah, LaCroix... More, I need more."
Smiling at Nicholas' lasciviousness, LaCroix murmured, "As you wish, Nicholas."
After ridding himself of the cloth clinging to his legs, Nick stood frozen in place, bombarded by sensations arising from his master's touch. Tingling waves coursed across his nerves, mingling with his highly sensitized state of mind. Pleasurable waves quickly swelled, exploding into sharp, almost painful shards of lust as a firm, gentle touch brushed against his groin, stroking down his painfully hard shaft.
With a guttural growl, he grabbed LaCroix' open shirt and jerked. "No more play. I want it now," he ground out, needing to *feel* his father, craving the release his body was screaming for.
He grabbed for the elder's belt, ripping the tailored trousers in his haste. Working the torn material open, the younger vampire firmly grasped his master's swelling cock in one hand, the other steadily pulled against the nape of LaCroix' neck, urging his sire toward the bed. LaCroix' velvet timbred voice murmured encouragement, weaving through the lust, fueling Nick further.
Reaching the bed, LaCroix shed his clothing, his eyes glittering feverishly: blue ice laced with bronze. "I have waited a long time, mon desir." Growling in response, Nick grabbed the other's biceps and pulled, accepting the welcome weight as LaCroix tumbled onto him. A moan of delight mingled with a soft grunt as the elder settled onto his son.
Nick wiggled under his father until he felt their groins press together. An abrupt gasp of pleasure escaped him and his body involuntarily struggled against the strong sensations bolting through him when teeth and soft lips started to play against the skin under his right ear.
A low snarl issued from the younger man, swiftly growing to an unrestrained roar. This incessant teasing was going to stop! Nick grabbed his sire's shoulders and heaved, forcing both men into motion. He continued pushing until he lay atop his maker, gazing down upon LaCroix. Rising to his knees, he shoved his master's legs apart and moved closer, his cock oozing pre-seminal fluid down its upturned length.
An intense crimson wave crashed through Nick as his gaze locked with LaCroix'. There would be no more play: just the building ecstasy leading to release, and then the blood that would renew the bonds that tied them together -- forever.
"Do it, Nicholas. You need this. You want this," LaCroix hissed. Their link throbbed with the chevalier's exigency. Recognizing the end result of this coupling, LaCroix buried his tendency to fight his son. What he would gain was more than worth his submitting to Nicholas's dominant display.
Thighs brushed against firm, slender hips, ready to clamp tightly in preparation of anticipated pain. Proud, hard flesh brushed against the tight circle of muscles, then in a swift violent motion penetration began, pushing steadily, ruthlessly inward.
"Merde, Nicola..." The pain sullenly burned through LaCroix as his flesh tried to adjust to Nicholas' size and voraciousness. He willed his body to relax, letting instinct direct his actions and began to move in concert with Nicholas. Pleasure mingled with the pain, swiftly drowning every other sensation.
He watched his son, balanced on the precipice, fighting his need for fulfillment with his desire to experience all. He could feel his orgasm approaching as Nicholas continued to thrust, driving them both to ecstasy. The sensations were phenomenal.
Nick was drowning in pleasure. The feelings, the passion swept through him, each wave bigger and stronger than the last. He closed his eyes, listening to the mounting waves of impressions and pleasure that echoed through the link from LaCroix. Their need wove together, becoming one, blazing into a tremendous hunger that must be quenched!
Both men opened their mouths to expose long, white fangs; two bodies tensed in desperate need, then arched forward, aiming for the other's throat. One voice briefly screamed before skin and muscle and blood muted all other sounds. Ecstasy! Father and son convulsed with pleasure; Nick filling his lover's body as LaCroix coated the skin between them with pinkish-white semen.
The blood flowed between them, burning brightly with desire, with obsession, with love. In a brief, lucid moment before the blood's call dragged him under again, Nick realized both vampires would have much to face and consider after this.
LaCroix gasped as his fangs pulled free from Nick's neck. He took a deep breath and relaxed, enjoying the lingering taste in his mouth and the weight lying stretched out in his arms. The waves of exquisite passion were gradually fading from his mind, leaving a faint echo, which would eventually vanish.
He could feel Nicholas as his son continued to slowly sip from his neck. His child was still deeply submersed, experiencing all the sensations that lived within the blood. A sudden impulse surfaced -- one he chose to act upon. "Mon coeur," he purred and tightened his arms around his favorite.
Arms squeezed back, though Nick didn't release his bite. He was slowly pulling out of the blood's strong influence, basking in the flood of impressions that permeated his master's essence. His nerves tingled pleasantly as his body relished the vibrating aftermath of his orgasm.
Retracting his fangs, Nick laid his head on LaCroix' shoulder and gently gave him another squeeze. Fatigue washed over him, demanding attention. <Just a short nap... > Nick silently promised himself, unable to prevent sleep from stealing over him. He sighed softly, "Thank you, LaCroix," as he closed his eyes, surrendering to his exhaustion.
"You're most welcome, Nicholas." LaCroix leaned his head against Nicholas' unruly blond curls, sheltering the younger man as he quickly dropped into a deep slumber. The link was still open between them, allowing the elder to survey his son's condition. He was pleased to note a general strengthening as the fresh vampire blood worked to replenish his child's body.
"Rest, Nicola. Heal. The day is still young--" A small, seductive smile pulled at his lips. "--Luckily for me." <Anticipation is best savored, not rushed. > With this thought, the smile traveled upward to light his pale colored eyes.
Fin
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