Desire surged, overcoming his normal caution, as he continued to look upon this exquisite creature. Supernatural or not, LaCroix knew he had to have him.

LaCroix stepped forward until he stood face to face with the silent figure. Raising a hand, he gingerly brushed fingertips across the pale chest. "So warm..." he whispered, his surprise at this fact quickly buried under a massive wave of arousal. His left hand raised of its own volition to join in the tactile exploration of the sensual blond man before him.

Flesh and muscle ghosted under his hands as he traced across his prize. He slowly circled the still form, touching a thigh, dragging his hands over the left hip and rib until fingertips could cross the proud back and buttocks. Another surge of lust raced through the archeologist; touch wasn't enough anymore.

LaCroix stepped closer, his hands straying lower to grasp and knead twin mounds of firm flesh as he opened his mouth and slowly dragged his tongue across the broad shoulders, then down one shoulder blade. "Beautiful," he moaned, his voice trailed off as he continued to taste the object of his consuming desire.

Possessed by a force out of his control, he felt desire for this golden prince overwhelming him. Moving around to stand once more in front of the silent form, LaCroix attacked the erect, firm nipples, suckling with abandon. Releasing them, the archeologist traced a moist path down one side of the pale chest to nibble around the navel before he slowly kissed and tasted his way up the other side. Pulling the other nipple into his mouth, his hands ghosted lower, fondling the impressive erection awaiting his worship.

LaCroix became so engrossed in the sensations flooding through his body, the didn't notice that they were slowly moving toward the sarcophagus. A sensual voice filled his mind, whispering, Come, and taste all that you desire. In surprise, he pulled back, his willpower trying to reassert itself. As he silently struggled, his eyes fell upon the magnificent creature before him. The deep blue gaze locked onto him, stirring his passion as his will was gently shoved aside, pulling him back into the sexual thrall of the silent prince.

A long, powerful arm rose, fingers open, urging LaCroix to advance to his embrace. The voice returned to fill his soul, soothing his fears as it : Experience the treasure you have so long sought.

A supernatural glow surrounded the sensual figure, outlining the muscular body with a soft golden radiance. With careful deliberate steps, LaCroix approached the prince, stepping unafraid into his loving embrace as he moved into the warm glow. The welcome voice again flowed through his mind: An eternity of endless delights await you.

LaCroix watched in a daze while the handsome ruler climbed back into the sarcophagus. One corner of his mind was screaming in terror, trying to pull free from this surreal web of feelings: however that small spark of reason couldn't seem to pierce this unusually intense fog of lust that had him in its tight grip. With little thought besides his anticipated pleasure, he shed his clothes and joined his prince in the ancient coffin.

Strong hands pulled LaCroix into a lover's embrace; one hand stroking across his back, as the blond's other hand grasped the back of his neck. A firm pressure against his nape urged him closer, until their lips touched. LaCroix teased his tongue against warm lips, encouraging more contact. He briefly smiled when he gained access to the sweet mouth below him.

As the kiss deepened, a steady rhythm of motion began to grind against LaCroix' groin, prompting an answering motion from his own hips. Sweat broke out on his body as his desire spiraled higher. Gods, he wanted this! He was becoming lost in a sea of need so strong it was almost painful to experience. He longed to fill and be filled by this unnatural beauty.

LaCroix placed his hands on either side of the handsome head and braced himself. He pulled away from the deep, tongue-wrenching kiss, gasping for air and pushed himself off his lover's chest. Locking eyes with the other's steady blue gaze, he ground both their heavy, full cocks together, then groaned when deft fingers began to brush against his nipple.

`Gods, I can't wait any longer!'

Using his knees, LaCroix urged the other's legs open and slid his thighs closer, until skin brushed against skin. Using one hand, he carefully guided himself into the tight channel, panting in his need to possess his silent, beautiful lover.

It was exquisite- the feeling rising in his body quickly consumed him as he increased his thrust inward until he could feel his lover's firm buttocks pressed tightly against his groin. Pausing for a quick steadying breath, LaCroix set a hard, fast pace, racing toward blessed ecstasy. A moist mouth pulled his nipple, bearing down until the nub began to burn pleasantly. The tantalizing sensation shot straight to his groin, fueling his drive toward completion.

Oh, Gods. "Ahh... yes," LaCroix hissed as hands joined in the worship of his chest. Pleasure coursed through him as he pounded relentlessly into the welcoming body below him. Ocean blue eyes locked with ice blue orbs, minds drew closer together as the approaching fireball in his groin swelled to finally devour him. A lightning bolt raced through his body and light flared before his eyes as he gave into his body's need to climax.

LaCroix collapsed onto the broad chest beneath him, his muscles weak and his body limp as his pleasure flooded through his system. Strong hands pulled him into an unbreakable embrace. Lips rose to capture his mouth, leading LaCroix into a passionate, searing kiss. Stars began to fill his vision as a comfortable darkness slid over him, caressing him.

Years Later

A pair of tomb robbers stumbles across some interesting remains in the Valley of the Kings. Locating an entrance, they work their way inside, to see what they might steal.

They make their way into the burial chamber, discovering the ornate sarcophagus, its seal still intact. Trading greedy glances between them, they work at opening the closed ancient coffin, determined to plunder all the riches they're able to grab.

With a final mighty shove, the heavy lid of the tomb is shoved aside, allowing the lit torches to illuminate the interior of the sarcophagus. They find the wrapped remains of a richly decorated mummy. Held in its tight embrace is the rotting corpse of LaCroix!

"AHHHHHH! a strangled scream broke from LaCroix when he woke when someone laid a hand on his arm.

"LaCroix! Wake up! I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted you to see the costume I'm wearing to the precinct Halloween party tonight."

LaCroix jerked fully awake. He growled at the momentary weakness he had allowed to surface. Turning his head, he gave his son, Nicholas, a full-bodied stare, noting in some surprise the mummy costume he was wearing. A minuscule tremor passed through the tall, pale form before LaCroix could stop it.

"Are you all right, LaCroix?" Nicholas asked, concerned.

Of course, he would notice, wouldn't he, LaCroix groused to himself. Grabbing the television remote, he clicked off the mummy movie that was still playing. He'd had enough of this bad television.

Turning back to his son, LaCroix looked Nicholas over again, noticing just how form-fitting his costume really was. His eyes slid down the shapely form outlined most agreeably by the cotton bandages, taking in a distinct mound that seemed to be growing larger as Nicholas took note of his father's perusal.

LaCroix reached for the half-filled glass of bloodwine that he had left sitting on the table next to the chair. Raising the glass, he watched Nicholas over the rim as he sipped the thick, red fluid.

"Are you quite sure you need to attend this mortal gathering, Nicholas?" He took another sip, waiting for the customary rumbled refusal that his son usually offered to questions like this.

Nicholas watched LaCroix as he effectively had his emotions behind his glass. He knew his father had been greatly disturbed by something earlier, though the old vampire would never admit it. He felt the hot, ardent gaze again cross his body, lingering on his crotch, then his face. Heat began to flood him as his blue eyes locked with LaCroix'. He began to fall into the icy blue depths. A small smile grew on his face as he let himself feel the passion that lurked at the center of that gaze. His body wanted this, reacting to the desire and want he could fell through their link. "I suppose I could cancel and stay here for a little while. If you're sure I won't be disturbing you?"

LaCroix reached out, snagged a handful of bandages at Nicholas' waist, and pulled, jerking the younger man down onto the couch. This Halloween Party was just beginning!

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