I believe someone in our little unnamed faction wanted Nicholas and LaCroix
to take a little spin around town in a Limousine.  Nicholas was certainly taken
for  the ride of his life.   As obsessed as ever, and loving it....gail
TREKKINN@AOL.COM

"MMMM....finally."  Nick let out a relaxing sigh as he sank into the sofa, clicker in hand, and
started the VCR.  It had been a long week,  and Nick had the night off.  It was time to enjoy
the little flick Nat had given him.  "She seemed to think I would enjoy it, and Jane Fonda is in
it.  It must be something political and serious.   Let's see..""BARBARELLA."  I must have
missed that one. Oh, well, another exciting night for me."  Just then the buzzer went off.
"Perfect."  Nick said out loud."No rest for the weary."

"Hello Nicholas."  LaCroix's silky voice  oozed over the intercom.  "LaCroix! What are you
doing here?"  "Nicholas.  If you would be so kind as to slip on your penny loafers, and come
down here, I will explain."  Nick grumbled all the way down in the lift.  As the lift doors
opened, LaCroix was standing there impatiently.  "Well, Nicholas, going formal tonight I see.
The black t-shirt and loose fitting black denim jeans do show off your stunning figure, but..."
"LaCroix, cut to the chase.  What's up?"  "HHHMMM. Interesting choice of words my son,
but nothing is up...at the moment.  I thought you might like to go for a little ride, once around
the lake perhaps?"  Nick looked past Lacroix and saw a huge gray Limousine parked in front
of the building.  The windows were smoky gray glass.  "Who's driving that monstosity,
LaCroix?"  "Why, Miklos is my dear boy.  He's quite a good driver, really."  "You must be
joking.  I'm not getting in that thing."  "Look Nicholas.  We never have a chance to talk
anymore.  You're busy, I'm busy. It will be quite relaxing, I assure you.  It will be much nicer
than watching...what was it going to be tonight?...."The Sound of Music"?....Debbie Does
Dallas?"

With that, LaCroix opened a very large passenger side door and bid Nicholas to enter.  "Oh,
what the hell."  Nick whispered to himself.  "Nat's movie can wait." He hopped in, and found
himself in a cavernous interior. LaCroix slid in next to him, and slammed the door.  There was
obviously room for at least four bench seats, but only the one they occupied was in the Limo.
The floor was luxuriously carpeted, and there was a huge bar  ahead of them.  Miklos was
hidden in front of a thick wall of black glass.

The Limo began to move, and Nicholas suddenly felt like he was trapped in a spider's web.
LaCroix moved forward, reached out, and opened the bar.  He poured himself a glass out of
one bottle and poured a glass for Nick out of another, and then handed it to him. It was
definitely cow, but it was mixed with a smooth tasting combination of alcohols.  Nick took a
tentative sip, raised an approving eyebrow and downed half the glass. He felt much better,
and relaxed back into the cushiony seat, enjoying the movement of the car.  He finished the
rest of it silently and motioned for more.  LaCroix gave him a refill and reclined back, sitting
close to his son.  "Nick closed his eyes for a moment.  The alcohol had a definite affect on him.
A pleasant one.

LaCroix leaned over Nicholas and opened Nick's window a bit.  The cool night breeze  felt
good on Nick's face, and he tilted his head to the left to take it in.  Cool fingers grazed the
right side of his neck.  Nick's normal tendency of late would have been to flinch from the touch,
but in that instant he knew this was LaCroix's intention all along,  even before  he  had climbed
into the Limo ahead of his master, he knew.

LaCroix watched the breeze gently blow the golden curls off of his son's face.  Nick's
expression was one of contentment, and his eyes closed as his father's fingers lightly stroked
through his hair, pushing the unruly wisps off his forehead.  "I almost forgot how gentle you
could be  father."  LaCroix tried not to react to the sound of his son's mellow voice calling
him "father."  It had been so long since he had  heard that word from Nicholas, so very long.

Why Nick accepted his father's attentions now after so many years was unimportant.
Everything that they shared... experienced together... was like a circle opening and closing.
At some point they were always  drawn back to each other.  In truth, LaCroix was always
drawn to his son.  There was never a moment of doubt  or hesitation.  Nicholas, on the other
hand, always questioned, hesitated...It was his nature.   But now LaCroix watched all that
intensity drain from his beloved one's face, and he didn't care why Nicholas warmed to him
now.  He knew  it was right, and that was enough.

Nick felt a difference in the air.  "We're by the lake now, my son. Can you smell the moisture
in the air?"  Cool fingers drifted over Nick's mouth, and LaCroix took the empty glass from his
son, putting both glasses on the floor beside them.  Nick turned his face to his father and
looked into familiar eyes.  He found no sarcasm or criticism there, only a cool ocean of blue
with flecks of gold beginning to peek through.  LaCroix leaned forward slowly, and brushed his
lips across his son's forehead, not pushing or forcing his way in.  Nicholas smiled up at his
father...his lips full and red, parting slightly in response to the simple gesture.  LaCroix pulled
back ever so slightly to see his son's reaction to the physical contact, and was rewarded with a
pair of smoldering blue eyes staring back at him, with gold quickly overshadowing the blue.
Lacroix moved his own full sensuous mouth down to taste the ruby red lips of his son.  He
couldn't help himself as he nibbled and chewed gently at the lips of his  willing lover.  Nicholas
let out a long sigh, and suddenly froze.  LaCroix understood at once.  "Don't fret mon fils,
Miklos can hear nothing.  He will drive around the lake all night, and before dawn we will be
back at your loft."

Nick seemed to relax all of his barriers now.  He wanted to be swept away by the pleasure.
More kisses...passionate...familiar...and full of fire.  They explored each other's mouths.
Nicholas devoured  the lingering  taste of human blood on his master's lips, and it drove him
crazy. LaCroix broke the kiss and pulled Nicholas to the thickly carpeted floor.  LaCroix
reached over to a door panel and pushed three switches.  The bench seat moved back
quietly leaving them six feet of floor space.  The side window closed, and the moon roof
opened to a clear moon-filled sky above them.  "You planned this very well father, didn't
you?"  LaCroix answered his son with a low growl.  "Lift your arms above your head
Nicholas."  Nick did as asked, and Lacroix pulled Nick's shirt off.  "Lie back my son."
Nicholas felt the warm carpet beneath him...the moon staring down above him, and trails of
burning kisses moving over his smooth flawless chest. Lips caressed his nipples, biting gently to
illicit gasps of pleasure.  He raised his hips in response.  LaCroix opened Nick's jeans and
slipped them off.  Nothing underneath...perfect.  Nick kicked off his shoes.

Eight hundred years, and Lacroix still couldn't get over how beautiful Nicholas was.  The
moonlight poured into the Limo bathing Nicholas in its warm glow.  LaCroix was on top
of him now, holding his son's arms down over his head, kissing him deeply.  Their fangs
were fully descended and LaCroix pushed his tongue deep inside his beloved ones mouth,
wrapping his tongue around Nick's fangs, which sent Nicholas into a state of incredible
arousal.  LaCroix felt Nick's erection strain against his own, and with all the vampire speed
he could generate he removed his own clothing.

The feel of their naked flesh touching was more than they could stand.  Nick ran his eager
hands over his master's smooth muscled back.  It felt so good to touch him again.  His
hands roamed down to the beautiful rear end, caressing those delectable cheeks, pulling his
beloved father harder against him.  LaCroix reached under his son, pulling Nickolas up to
meet him.  Their erections rubbed against each other, and Nick began to tense  under the
constant friction.  Between the intensely passionate kisses LaCroix bathed him in and the
constant rubbing, he was going to come.  LaCroix pulled away.

He was as lost in the sensations as Nicholas.  He sat back on his heels and Nicholas
moaned in desperate need as their physical contact was broken.  LaCroix pulled Nick's
right leg  high up to lie over LaCroix's broad shoulder, then he raised the other leg up to
rest on the other shoulder.  Nicholas was so exposed .  It was so erotic for LaCroix to see
his offspring so willing to be taken.  "MMMM....Nicholas.  You are the most heavely sight
to behold."  "So are you master...So are you."  Nicholas' eyes were like flames as LaCroix
bent down slowly to take what was his.  They never broke eye contact as he slid effortlessly
into the cool tight muscled opening in his son's willing ass.

That first moment of intimate contact was so good..."Had it ever been this good?  Had it
always been this good?"  Memories of passionate nights together flooded their minds as they
fell into sync together.  Their mind link was fully opened as LaCroix pushed deeper and
deeper into Nicholas.  Nicholas couldn't lie still as his master filled him completely.  Nicholas
rose up to meet each hard, well controlled thrust, and LaCroix put all his weight on his left
arm as he closed his massive hand around his creation's aching cock.  The rhythm of of
LaCroix's  quickening thrusts     into his sweet lover were matched by the long hard stokes
he delivered to Nicholas' icy steel erection.

They were heading  towards sensual and sexual overload, as LaCroix bent low to offer
Nicholas the left side of his throat.  "I want you to take your pleasure from me my beauty,
and I will take my mine from you."  That was more than Nicholas could stand, and he came
so hard that he screamed out before plunging his needle-sharp fangs deep into  his father's
throat.  The blood exploded into his mouth  as the orgasm ripped through him, and it
triggered LaCroix's own explosive release.  As he came deep inside his son''s body he
drove his fangs home.  "OH GODS."  LaCroix thought through the haze of ecstasy.  "You
taste too good to be true, my sweet one."

Wave after wave of blinding pleasure swept over them as they devoured each other through
their blood and mind link. There were no secrets between them then.  Only the emotional
and physical release they hungrily shared pulsed through their veins.  Soon...all too soon...
they came back to themselves, and they licked each other's wounds until they healed.  It was
a very loving and soothing gesture for them.

LaCroix looked back into his son's eyes and saw only an ocean of blue looking back at him.
There was no need to speak.  Their feelings were made clear through the link.  LaCroix was
still inside Nicholas' body, not quite willing to break the physical connection.  But, LaCroix
sensed they had been moving away from the lake, and the sky above was beginning to show
signs of the coming dawn.  He slowly moved out of his son, and Nicholas sighed in mild
despair at the separation.  Lacroix silently cleaned them both off with a towel from the bar,
and they dressed in silence as well.  Nicholas took his father's hand and kissed the long
fingertips.  LaCroix felt the soft baby smooth skin of his son's face, and they kissed deeply.
The long passionate kiss and  tight embrace lasted until the Limo stopped in front of Nick's
building.  The sky was growing lighter above them.  Nick didn't want to leave.

"It's alright my precious one, I'll be close by, and there are countless nights before us.  Of
course, if you feel the urge to take a little ride again tonight or any other night, please feel free
to call upon your loving master.  I bought this little toy for our own very special pleasure.
Nicholas smiled evily and planted one more quick kiss on his master's mouth, giving him a
little nip on the lower lip, drawing a drop of blood into his mouth.  Then he gingerly got out
of the Limo.  LaCroix wiped the blood from his lip and  tasted it.  "I'll have to teach you some
manners my boy."  "Save it for our next ride father."  Nick slammed the door and headed for
the lift.  The Limo drove off.

"HHHMMMM."  Nick said out loud. "I think I will definitely need to pick up a quart of
something later on tonight.  I wonder if LaCroix would mind driving me to the store.  I'm sure
we could think of something to discuss along the way."...With that thought in mind he walked
into the lift..remembering that he had left the tape in the VCR.  "I have a feeling I'll never get
to watch that movie.  Oh well, Nat can tell me what it's about at work, if I ever go back
to work......"           -gail-