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SOME PHYSICAL INJURY
STRONG SEXUAL THEME  NC-17  Nick/LaCroix

"Damn it LaCroix. I told you...I'm not coming back.  I knew I shouldn't have come here.
You promised not to start with me.  It's always the same."  Nick was fuming as usual.
LaCroix still knew all the right buttons to push. Nick was losing his temper in the Raven,
and it made him feel like a fool.  Every vampire in the community, especially the older
ones had a pretty good idea of the intense relationship this master and son shared, and it
only angered Nick more.  LaCroix grabbed Nick by the arm before Nick had a chance
to storm out of the club.  Even this simple contact was enough to send a spark through
their link.

For a brief moment they stood staring into each others eyes.  LaCroix made an effort to
calm his son down.  "Look Nicholas...let me...."     "Let go of my arm old man."
LaCroix's grip tightened.  A human arm would have snapped like a twig, but Nicholas
merely struggled to free himself.  LaCroix held fast.  "Listen to me you young idiot.
Every time you attach yourself to the mortal community you put us in danger.  A little
daliance now and then...well...that's one thing, but you are too deeply involved with them.
You put yourself at risk of discovery, ***AND THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!!**

LaCroix pulled Nicholas into a quiet corner behind the bar.  "Look Nicholas, you must
come to terms with who and what you are."  "NO.  Leave me alone."  Nick muttered.
"You did this to me."  "YES."  LaCroix answered... "and you wanted it.  You reveled in
it."  LaCroix pulled his son closer, his grip tighter, forcing Nicholas onto his knees.
LaCroix spoke very slowly, his quiet frustration sending the old fear and excitement
straight through Nick's heart.   LaCroix continued..."We are of one mind my son, one
heart.  Everything you feel, I feel.  When you are afraid, it touches our link.  Every
thought you have flows back to me."  LaCroix looked like he was about to tear Nick's
arm off, and Nick stopped struggling. "How many times have I stepped in to clean up
one of your little problems?  How many times have we barely escaped detection
because of your selfish stupidity.  A time will come when I won't be able to help you.
You must stop this **NOW!**"

Nick knelt there, a look of complete insolence on his face..." I don't need.....or want
your help, FATHER!!"  The word father would have pleased LaCroix at another time,
but it was not meant as a term of endearment now.  LaCroix pushed Nicholas all the
way down to the floor.  "You have no choice, mon fils.  Don't you understand?  I know
your true heart.  You can't hide from me.  Even as you struggle away from me now I
know  you want me, desire me...and YES, you do need me.  I can feel it when you
dream, when you let your guard slip.  Do you think I've  forgotten  what it was like
when you struggled beneath  me, tortured by pleasure and lust.  How many times did
you call me father?  How many times did you cry out your love for me?"  LaCroix's
eyes had become a burning shade of gold. Do you remember Nicholas?  DO YOU??"
LaCroix bent down and captured his son's mouth with his own.  He kissed him with
ferocious desire.  Nicholas tried to resist, but he could only weaken under the delicious
assault.  The feel of his master's tongue possessing him set him on fire. LaCroix was
about to pull his son  back up to him, when Nick suddenly broke free.

"NO."  Nick was thinking over everything, his mind in a state of confusion. "I won't let
you own me...enslave me."    Nick was in a furious rage.  I'm not a child, and I don't
need your protection.  And...I don't want your love."  Nick was amazed at his own
words.  He was lying.  He knew he was lying, but he had to challenge his master.  To
admit his true feelings was impossible.  He had to get out of there.  He had to run.
"That's it Nicholas...run."  LaCroix was disgusted.  "It's what you do best.  You've
been running for centuries.  You are a child.  You have no idea what you are running
from, or where you are running to."  In another second Nicholas was gone.

Nick could still taste LaCroix on his lips as he drove in a state of self induced misery
towards  work. It was nearly midnight.  "Great, I'm late."  He was just a few blocks
away from the station when he felt a slight tremor followed by a  loud rumble.  He
turned the corner to a sight of devastation.  An old building had simply collapsed.  As
he got closer he realized it was "The Jericho  Office Pavillion," one of the oldest
buildings in town.  With any luck nobody would be there this late.  Police vehicles and
ambulances were already arriving.

Nick left his car parked on the corner, and walked as close as he could to the building
when a young officer stopped him.  "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to step back."  It's OK."
Nick replied, I'm a Detective."  and he showed the officer his ID.  "Well sir, I don't
care who you are.  You can't go in there.  We have a professional team on the way,
and the building is unsafe."  "But someone could be trapped in there." Nick insisted.
"Look."  the officer said, "We've already called the owner of the building, and he says
the place is empty.  Now please, step away."

Nick was not about to listen to reason, and with vampire speed he made his way
passed  the taped off area and through the collapsed entrance of the building.  He
listened for any sound, anything that might be a person trapped in the rubble. He
made his way up one flight of stairs, then another.  He pushed his way through dust
and debris.  Then he heard it, a faint cry from up ahead.  It was tough going as the
passageway closed in around him.  The walls had fallen into the hallway and he was
beginning to lose his sense of direction.  Pieces of concrete and steel were falling all
around him as he came to a small opened area.  "Is anyone in here?  he listened..."Is
there anyone here?"

Like a torpedo it shot past him, knocking him back  into a partially collapsed wall.  It
was just a cat, running at top speed down the hallway.  But it was too late for Nick.
Even vampires are made of flesh and bone, and as the wall collapsed a steel beam
crashed down on him, pinning him down in a wide fissure in the concrete floor.  Nick
couldn't even guess at the weight of the beam, but it had fallen over his left hip and
landed on his right thigh, crushing his thigh under its weight.  His scream echoed
through the building sending debris crashing all around him.  If that wasn't bad enough,
above his head a single pane of glass hovered precariously between two steel beams.
If it fell it would decapitate him for sure, but he was pinned down and losing blood.
He suddenly realized he might finally get his wish of mortality.  "I could die here."  he
thought to himself.  It quickly dawned on him that he wanted to live.  Now more than
ever he wanted to live.  "Please." he whispered as he began to lose conciousness...
"Just let me live long enough to tell him...to tell him..."  Then Nicholas' world turned to
darkness.

LaCroix poured himself a glass of his finest.  He wan't done with Nicholas yet, that
much he was sure of.  He took a sip and began to relax, but his little respite  was not
to last.  Pain jolted him back to reality which echoed through the bond he had with his
son.  The magnitude of it caused him to shatter the glass in his hand.  "Nicholas...Oh
Gods, what have you done now?"  He grabbed a sack from behind the bar and quickly
deposited three full bottles into it, then he ran out the door and took to the air in a split
second.

LaCroix was in the air for only a moment when he saw the horror of the scene below
him.  He was filled with such dread it nearly overwhelmed him.  "Nicholas...why?"
LaCroix would get no answers now.  He had to somehow get in that building
undetected, and find his son before...before...LaCroix couldn't even imagine losing
Nicholas.  That possibility was simply too  impossible to bear.  He began to descend
slowly.

LaCroix could see the workers beginning to inspect the building which contained four
floors.  They would be crawling all over the interior soon.  LaCroix had to hurry.
"Good God."  LaCroix was shocked at the sight of the roof looming below him.  It had
cracked down the center  like an egg.  "Nicholas." he whispered through the link.  "You
have to help me find you."  LaCroix landed on the roof and dropped through the
cracked surface directly down to the third floor.  He could feel Nicholas close by, but he
was getting no feedback from his son.  This wasn't good.  He moved quickly and nimbly
through the rubble.  "Nicholas, WAKE UP!"  He shouted through the link.

On the second level Nicholas began to come to.  He could hear someone calling him.
"LaCroix."  he weakly sang through their link..."I'm here."  It was enough.  LaCroix knew
exactly where to go as he dropped down through broken cement landing on the second
level.  "I'm coming Nicholas.  Just hold on.  Damned child."  Nicholas managed a crooked
smile as he heard LaCroix's feigned anger through their bond.  He felt stronger just
knowing LaCroix was close.

LaCroix found himself barely making it through a long hallway.  The walls had caved
inward, and it was a tight fit.  But Nicholas was close now, and soon this would be over.
Nick could feel LaCroix approaching, but he stayed quiet, reserving what little strength he
had left. At the end of the hallway LaCroix had to move sheetrock and wood out of the
way, but finally he found himself in an opened area.  As he made his way through the dust
and haze, he glanced up and saw a huge pane of glass caught between two steel beams,
and directly below it, Nicholas was trapped. He was obviously in pain, and he desperately
needed to feed.

LaCroix felt a wave of panic hit him as he made his way quickly to his son.  "Nicholas."
LaCroix gently raised his son's head.  Nick opened his eyes.  "What took you so long...
father?"  LaCroix smiled easily into those blue eyes.  "We have to get you out of here now.
I hear men approaching and..."  LaCroix looked up and so did Nick.  Neither one of them
had to comment on the glass hanging above  them.  "Here."  LaCroix pulled the cork out
of the first bottle and held it to his son's lips.  "Drink quickly"  You've lost a lot of blood,
and when I move the beam you may lose a lot more.  Nick drank deeply.  Human blood.
It had been so long.  He didn't have time to savor the exquisite sensations it gave him...Not
now anyway.  LaCroix gave him the second bottle, and Nicholas drank it down as well.
Nick felt his strength returning.

"Listen to me Nicholas.  We'll only have one chance at this.  When I move the beam you
have to lift yourself up and out of the way.  I don't care how much it hurts or how much
blood you lose.  You just have to move."  Nicholas took a long breath in.  "I'm ready."
LaCroix closed his eyes briefly, gathering all of his strength. He wrapped his arms around
the beam and pulled.  It was too heavy.  But LaCroix became furious and it brought on the
change.  His fangs descended and his eyes glowed a burning shade of red.  **"NOW!"**
Nicholas pushed up with his arms and lay sprawled on the concrete floor above.  LaCroix
dropped the beam with a crash, and the pane of glass above him shattered and came
crashing down on him.  But LaCroix was ready for it and sprang out of the way as it landed
in the now empty crevice.

LaCroix was along side Nicholas in an instant.  His leg was badly broken and the bone was
protruding through the back of his thigh.  "Listen to me Nicholas.  I have to set that bone
back in place before it starts to heal.  Do you understand?"  Nick was beginning to fade out
again.  "NO...NO you don't mon fils.  Stay with me."  LaCroix put the third and last bottle
to his son's lips.  "Drink it all Nicholas."   He drank without hesitation. "Very good.  Now
brace yourself."  Nick suddenly grabbed LaCroix around the neck and kissed him
desperately.  "I know Nicholas.  It's alright.  I'm not angry, and....I don't want to enslave
you or dominate you...you've already done that to me."  He kissed Nicholas gently, and
told him to lie back.  Without further warning LaCroix pulled his son's thigh bone back into
place.  Nicholas let out a scream that brought debris down all around them. Then LaCroix
heard voices coming up the steps.

"Is anyone up there?  Don't move.  We're almost there."  LaCroix had to think fast.  He
looked up to see a wide gap in the ceiling on one side of a steel beam.  He quickly lifted his
son and flew them through the opening.  He held Nicholas in his arms and surveyed the area.
There was a window opening no more than ten feet from them.  "YES."  Lacroix said
triumphantly as he carried his son through the window and flew them both to safety.

LaCroix was incredibly relieved when he reached the skylight of Nick's loft and slowly
descended down.  He gently put Nicholas on the bed and  slid his blood soaked jeans off.
The skin was already beginning  to heal, but Nick would need a tremendous amount of
blood for the break to heal quickly.  "Nicholas listen to me.  I'm going back to the Raven
to get more blood.  You need human blood.  I'll be back in five minutes.  Lie quietly."
LaCroix took his son's hand and held it for a brief moment, running his other hand
through a head full of dusty blond curls.  "What am I going to do with you Nicholas?"
Nicholas gave him one of those lopsided smiles.  "We can discuss that when I'm a little
stronger old man."  LaCroix raised an eyebrow and was gone.

Within five minutes LaCroix was back with a case of one his best vintages.  Nicholas
seemed better but extemely weak.  "Alright my young idiot...here."  LaCroix propped his
son up on three pillows and held the first bottle to his lips.  Nicholas drank the sweet elixir
without a word.  It sang through his veins, filling him with strength and health.  "It's
delicious LaCroix."  "Of course it is my dear.  It's  Anais Nin.  A most passionate woman."

Nicholas drank three more bottles in silence.  Then he took LaCroix's hand and pulled him
onto the bed.  "I'm sorry."   Nicholas couldn't say any more.  "I know you are mon fils, and
I'm sure you'll do something just as moronic again soon, won't you?"  Nick just looked at
LaCroix innocently.  "Well...probably.  You know me."  "Yes, I believe I finally do my most
beloved child."

LaCroix gently kissed those sweet full lips, careful not to lean against Nick's right leg.  His
skin had completely healed, but the bone was still weak.  "I won't break father.  You can do
better than that."  LaCroix didn't need any more prompting as he removed Nicholas' shirt to
reveal that beautifully formed chest.  Pale pink nipples became hard as LaCroix slowly
nibbled on one and than the other.  Nicholas leaned back against the pillows as LaCroix
moved slowly downward, gently pricking the sensitive skin as he went, drawing tiny droplets
of sweet blood into his mouth.  Nicholas was moaning softly and his eyes were beginning to
take on a golden hue.  All the pain Nicholas  had suffered just a short time ago faded away as
his master pulled the sheet away to reveal his son's  very healthy erection.

LaCroix quickly removed his own clothing.  He longed to feel skin against skin.  Nicholas
watched him, his eyes roaming hungrily over LaCroix's perfect alabaster form.  Nicholas
thought Lucien looked as if  he had been frozen in time at his most perfect moment. He was
tall and strong, with well defined muscles.  His shoulders were thick and broad, every
movement a picture of masculine grace...And his hands...Nicholas loved his wide strong hands.
LaCroix had been right earlier.  Nicholas longed to feel his master enfolding him in a sensual
embrace,  forcing the most exquisitely agonizing pleasure out of him.  LaCroix looked up to
see Nicholas staring at him with shameless desire.   Nicholas never took his eyes off of his
father as he slowly climbed onto the bed, postioning himself over his son, covering him with his
smooth cool body.  Nicholas felt  LaCroix's steely erection sliding against his own hard cock.

LaCroix reached behind Nicholas and pulled all the pillows away, leaving Nicholas lying flat
against the bed.  He hovered over his son for a moment taking in his seductive beauty.  "Has
there ever been a creature more beautiful than you mon fils?"  Nicholas responded by running
his hands over LaCroix's firm ass and up his back, pulling his father into a tight embrace.  The
night's events had left Nicholas in an almost hypnotic mood.  "You're still weak Nicholas."
LaCroix whispered.  Nicholas lifted his head slightly, moving his lips over LaCroix's forehead,
eyes, face... dreamily skimming over the full red lips of his master.  LaCroix responded to the
gentle caresses, nibbling his son's mouth delicately, parting those perfect lips apart with his
tongue.  He felt Nicholas relax completely under his loving assault.  LaCroix's tongue explored
the cool, moist depths of the one being in his long life that he would step into the sunlight to
touch.  Nicholas gave himself up to the pleasure, letting LaCroix possess him completely.
"What was I ever afraid of?"  he wondered, as his body and mind responded unresistingly to
his passionate lover.

LaCroix covered Nicholas with kisses.  He kissed his way down the luscious neck...a tiny
pin-prick here, another there.  Just enough to taste his essence.  "Not too much now..."
LaCroix thought to himself.  His lips played with sensitive nipples, traveling  over smooth
yielding flesh.  LaCroix felt his son's sexual tension rise.  "He's still to weak to play with."
LaCroix thought to himself..."I won't make him wait."

LaCroix moved steadily downward.  Nicholas tensed and held his breath.  Then LaCroix
gently wrapped his very skilled tongue around the throbbing head of his son's fully erect
cock.  Nicholas arched his back and moaned deeply as that succulent  mouth took control
of him.  "Just let go Nicholas."  LaCroix whispered through their bond.  Now LaCroix took
his son all the way down his throat, sucking and licking Nicholas into a state of mindless
ecstasy.  It was too intense.  Every nerve ending in his body was on fire as he cried out...
"TOO MUCH...IT'S TOO MUCH"  LaCroix already had his left wrist poised above his
son's mouth as Nicholas came in long spurts down his master's willing throat. He grabbed
LaCroix's wrist and bit in savagely, his orgasm burning through their connection.  He drank
in deep gulps, partly out of bloodlust and partly out of true hunger.  LaCroix couldn't
remember his son ever taking so much at once from him .   LaCroix was beginning to feel
weak as Nicholas mercifully slowed his drinking. Nicholas collapsed back down in utterly
sated exhaustion.

LaCroix took a bottle from the case and downed the contents in seconds.  Then he drank
another.  His son watched him through half closed eyes.  "How do you feel Nicholas?"
Nicholas smiled lazily at his father taking one of his large cool hands in his own.  "I want to
feel you inside me LaCroix.  I need to..."  LaCroix didn't say a word as he put the empty
bottle down and ran his hand through thick blond curls.

LaCroix rose slowly always keeping his eyes on his son.  With mounting anticipation
Nicholas reclined back again.  Such intimate contact, even more intimate than the sharing
of blood, and Nicholas wanted to share it with him.  Again LaCroix found himself stretched
over the body he loved so well.  They shared a deep passionate kiss, extended fangs sharp
against exploring tongues.  The taste of their blood mingling was exquisite...delicious.
LaCroix took a pillow and positioned it under his son's hips.  Nicholas trembled with
anticipation now.  He opened himself to his master silently as their eyes locked.  Nicholas
was slick with perspiration and all the moisture from LaCroix's earlier passionate gift.
LaCroix closed his hand gently over his son's growing erection making Nicholas swoon
with delight.  Then he ran his hand down and back, slipping a finger slowly into that tight
opening.  Nicholas seemed to purr with pleasure.  LaCroix slid a second and third finger
in, and Nicholas began to thrust with desire.  He was ready.

LaCroix bit down into his own palm, letting the blood drip onto his own eager erection,
rubbing the blood all around it.  Nicholas watched his father with unshielded desire.
Slowly he pushed Nicholas' thighs apart, still careful not to injure his son's leg.  In a few
short hours there would be no sign of the injury.  Nicholas wrapped himself around
LaCroix urging him on.  LaCroix pushed gently into that tight sweet body.  "So good.."
LaCroix whispered. "So incredibly good."  Then that familiar rhythm began to drive them
both.  Nicholas was breathing in short gasps, lost in a world of pleasure.  LaCroix
increased that pleasure tenfold by stroking his son to the same increasingly urgent rhythm
that his own body had attained.   Sensual delight was enveloping them.  Their eyes
remained locked as they burned with ferocious desire.  Their fangs were aching with that
unbelievable need to bite down.  Nicholas suddenly arched and screamed as he came
almost painfully in his master's hand and on himself, biting into LaCroix's wrist seconds
later.   Nicholas' orgasm triggered LaCroix's, and he drove himself deep into his son's
depths as he came in violent spasms, then he buried his fangs into the soft flesh of his son's
throat.  They drank voraciously, allowing their thoughts and feelings to mingle, letting the
waves of pleasure wash over them.

Very slowly they began to relax, each licking the other's wound until it healed.  LaCroix
rested his forehead against his son's for a moment, unwilling to move. Too moved to speak.
Then he pulled gently out of his son's body, eliciting a quiet sigh from Nicholas.   LaCroix
kissed his son tenderly on the lips.  "I do love you, you know my son."    Nicholas smiled...
"I know you do father. I love you too."

LaCroix thought for a second..."You know Nicholas, you really must be more careful.
Your carelessness..."   Nicholas interrupted.."Now  wait a minute old man..." LaCroix
lifted that eyebrow at the familiar term...Nicholas continued.  "It wasn't my fault.  It was the
cat."  "The what Nicholas?  Are you trying to blame the whole messy incident on a feline?
Really...You must learn to be more reponsible."  Nicholas was about to go into a whole
explanation, but he could see it was useless.  "Can you walk Nicholas?"  "I think so
LaCroix.  Why?"  "Well, we both need a good bath.  Let's go."  "Well."  Nick said with an
evil smile..."If I can't walk you can always carry me."  LaCroix stood up and put his hands
on his hips.  "Well, my son...what else is new!!!"  With that he lifted his son out of the bed
and carried him to the bathroom.
                                          -THE END-