WARNING:  Very sexually explicit Christmas tree ahead.

X-Mas story challenge: "Mistletoe Was Never Like This" NC/17
By:  gail Andrea

Nick stepped off the lift into a winter wonderland straight out of the twilight zone.

"What the hell..."

"Welcome home Nicholas."

LaCroix stood before his son dressed in a very traditional Santa suit...with one obvious exception.  In place of the sack of goodies any self respecting Santa normally carried, he held a very special bottle of his finest in one hand and a red ribboned riding crop in the other.

"Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays mon fils.  How do you like the tree?"

Nick was afraid to look.  The sight of the riding crop was enough to bring a rosy glow to his otherwise flawlessly pale complexion.  The tree was a Noel nightmare.  A perfect pine stood in the dead, or should we say... UNdead center of the loft.  Ornaments hung from every branch.  Oh yes...so traditional, except they were shaped like penises, red dripping fangs, small battery operated devices usually saved for the S&M set, delicately painted globes with every sexually explicit position known to man and or vampire, and at the top of the tree from hell there stood a perfect silver star.  Some traditions never die.  Under the tree were brightly wrapped presents.

Nick's jaw basically dropped to the floor, and LaCroix took advantage of the moment.  After putting the bottle and traditional riding crop down on the floor, he grabbed Nick with both hands by the thick golden mane of hair on his son's head and proceeded to kiss his beloved son within an inch of
his..ummm....life.

Now... Things had been going pretty well between father and son as of late.  Nick had given LaCroix back the watch at the radio station months earlier saying he would never come back to  his possessive father, but Nick had returned moments later grabbing the watch out of LaCroix's hand while whispering a few words that began to rebuild their relationship..."OK...maybe I will come back...when I'm ready."   It was enough to give LaCroix hope while giving Nick time to decide what he really wanted.  What Nick really wanted now was to devour LaCroix right there on the spot.

"You are a very twisted individual LaCroix."  Nick barely got those words out before LaCroix went back to exploring every inch of the interior of his son's cool wet mouth.  Nick pulled away again.  "Why Santa, what big fangs you have."

"Better to eat you with my dear.  Let us take this Christmas cheer upstairs. Shall we Nicholas?"

Nick stood there...demented Christmas tree in front of him, red ribboned riding crop on the floor below him, and a voraciously passion filled Santa in his face.  Yup...he figured things couldn't get much better...or stranger than this.

"Well, what the hell." Nick said...  "Lead the way Santa, and don't forget the riding crop and bottle."  Nick rolled his eyes at his own boldness and took one more gander at the tree.  "I'll....open my presents tomorrow LaCroix."

"No Nicholas.  We'll open our presents tonight, and I don't mean those boxes under the tree.  Now, let's go."

Two seconds later they were standing face to face in front of Nick's very inviting bed.  Nick raised an eyebrow right off of his forehead as he took a look at said bed.  A reversable green and red comforter...green and red pillow cases...and a red silk sheet decorated the bed in all it's glory.  "I
thought the bed could use some... decking out Nicholas.  So.....traditional you know."

LaCroix pulled the comforter back and ran his hand over the red silk sheet.  "Come to bed Nicholas..that is...if you're ready."  LaCroix was serious.

"I've been ready for months LaCroix, and you know it."  At that moment LaCroix thought Nicholas looked like an angel.  No holiday angel ever looked sweeter to LaCroix.

They both stood their ground for a moment.  Nick finally laughed at the sight of LaCroix in the Santa suit.  "Help me out of this Nicholas."  LaCroix put the...items in his hands down on the nightstand.

Nick's hands shook slightly as he began unwrapping LaCroix.  Nick removed the top of the outfit revealing LaCroix's smooth broad chest.  "Still so beautiful."  Nick muttered.  He hadn't meant to say that outloud, but it was alright.  LaCroix simply waited for Nicholas to continue.

Nick had to indulge himself.  He couldn't help it.  Slowly he traced his slightly parted lips across LaCroix's chest.  He moved from one cool erect nipple to the other, letting his tongue slide out ever so slightly to explore and taste the familiar and yes...loved body of his father.  It had been
decades since he had allowed himself this pleasure.  LaCroix let out a long sensuous moan.  "Oh Nicholas, it has been so very long."

Nick suddenly felt a great loss.  He wondered now why he had denied his love for his Sire for so long.  Nicholas moved his hands down and removed the rest of the outfit, letting the pants drop to the floor.  LaCroix simply kicked them aside.  He kicked off the boots as well and stood there waiting.  He was tall, broad, pale perfection..with a huge erection and fully descended fangs.

Nick didn't waste another moment.  He was still fully dressed as he knelt down and enveloped LaCroix's cock in his mouth.  His full wet lips worked their wicked magic on the old Master, causing LaCroix to sway slightly under his son's relentless licking and sucking.  LaCroix placed his hands on Nick's shoulders for support.  "Oh Gods Nicholassssss."  LaCroix felt the pleasure rising, and the bloodlust was becoming agony.  LaCroix was brought to the brink over and over by his son, until a thin sheen of blood-sweat began to form on his body.  "NICHOLAS...PLEASE!"

That was what Nicholas was waiting for.  He wanted his Master right at that edge.  Then he raised his arm, bringing his wrist to LaCroix's mouth while he sucked his Master with a vengeance. "NOW NICHOLAS...NOW!  OH YES!"  It hit LaCroix with a terrific force.  He was pouring his orgasm down his son's eager throat as he drove his fangs deep into the offered wrist.  Heaven, ambosia,
sweet relief.  LaCroix went on and on until he finally released his fangs from his son's wrist and dropped bonelessly to the bed.  He could still feel the remnants of the orgasm shake him to his core, and Nicholas' blood filled him with a warmth and joy he couldn't possibly describe in words.

Nick watched his father drop to the bed, and then he began to slowly undress while LaCroix watched him through sated golden eyes. Nick dropped his cotton shirt to the floor revealing creamy smooth skin and delectable pink nipples.  Eight centuries had done nothing to mar his perfect beauty.

"Nicholas.  I want you now even more than the first time.  Do you remember?"

"I remember everything LaCroix."

"You need to drink my son.  The taste of your blood was heaven, but now you must drink to keep up your strength.  You'll need it."  LaCroix smiled and looked at the bottle on the nightstand.  "There are two goblets there Nicholas.  Go ahead.  Open the bottle.  It's the only one of it's kind.  There has never been another."

First thing's first LaCroix.  Nick slowly removed the rest of his clothing.  He stood naked before his father.  He felt LaCroix's eyes roam hungrily over his body.  His Master's eyes stopped at the object of his nearly insatiable desire.  "Is that for me Nicholas?"

Nick moved closer.  "Only for you my father."

LaCroix's cock jumped back to life when Nick called him father.  Nick knew the effect this simple word had on his Sire.  "Maybe not such a simple word."  Nick thought to himself.

"Sit beside me and open the bottle Nicholas."  LaCroix was now sitting up.  Nick retrieved the two goblets.  "No my son.  I only want YOU to drink from this bottle.  I've been waiting a very long time to give you this gift."

"As you wish father."  LaCroix smiled again at the use of the term of endearment.    He watched Nick very carefully now.

Nick opened the bottle, and he was surprised as the sweet red nectar poured slowly and thickly into the crystal goblet.  "It's all blood father. There's no wine mixed with it."

"That is correct Nicholas.  I told you.  There is no other bottle like it in the world."  Nick gazed reverently at his father, then he looked back at the filled goblet.  "Now...drink."

Nick brought the sweet thick liquid to his lips and drank deeply.  LaCroix had moved close enough to touch his son.  Nick's reaction was like nothing LaCroix had ever seen before.  He held Nicholas in his arms as his son gasped audibly and began to weep blood tears in silence.  He watched his beloved offspring try to regain enough composure to speak.

"I...It can't be him.  How did you...I mean...How did you manage to..."  Nick was too emotional to say anymore.

"He wanted you to have it Nicholas.  It was the gift of his soul.  He wanted you to know how much you meant to him.  He wanted you to hear the music that was his very life, even though he himself could no longer hear it.

"I...remember father.  I remember writing the notes as Beethoven played them on the piano he could no longer hear. No other piece of music ever moved me so deeply.  Remember LaCroix?  Moonlight Sonata..."

"Of course I remember Nicholas.  You play it often.  You pour your heart into it, just as he did."

"I don't know what to say...This gift..I can never repay you for it."  Nicholas looked longingly into the depths of his father's eyes.

"You've already given me everything I could ever want my son.  Now...finish the glass."  Nick was ready for the experience this time, and he slowly drained the rarest vintage.  His head was filled with a lifetime of musical genius.  It made him nearly swoon.  LaCroix took the glass from his hand and
held him close.  "Everything I've ever wanted...Everything I ever will want Nicholas...is right here."  He pulled his son to the center of the bed and covered him with his larger body.  The contact was like an electrical charge running through both of them.

Father..I need...want.."  LaCroix covered his son's words with a ravenous kiss.  Their tongues dueled for dominance as their descended fangs drew blood from one another.  They strengthened their link through the sharing of blood, strengthening their love and desire as well.  "I know what you want Nicholas.  I want you to take it!"

LaCroix moved downward, covering Nicholas with scorching kisses, leaving a trail of blood droplets in their wake.  Every sharp kiss pricked Nicholas' skin, and when LaCroix sucked and bit the tender nipples, Nicholas moaned and arched off the bed.  "Oh please...LaCroix..I need more...MORE!"

LaCroix kissed his way down to the nest of golden curls, and Nicholas tensed.  He didn't make his son wait.  LaCroix swallowed his son's rigid cock down his throat in one masterful motion.   Nicholas screamed loud enough to rattle the crystal goblets, and he continued moaning as LaCroix pleasured him unmercifully. "Wait...father...oh..please stop.  Not like this.  I want...I want to be inside you.  You know what I want."

LaCroix raised his head and moved up to kiss those luscious lips.  "Yes my dearest one.   I know what you want.  I want you to take me...all of me...NOW!"

Nicholas kissed LaCroix thoroughly then gently positioned him on his left side. He spooned himself behind his father bringing their bodies into perfect alignment.  This was not something LaCroix gave into easily.  It was a release of control.  In his eyes it was the ultimate giving over of power.  "I love
you father.  I always have."  LaCroix held his breath at the gentle confession, and he was moved beyond belief.  " I know my son.  I've always known."

"I want to make this very pleasurable father.  I need something to lubricate..."

LaCroix interrupted.."Over there Nicholas.  The riding crop.  LaCroix managed to chuckle lightly.  The top of it is hollow.  I filled it with a delightfully scented oil...just in case..well..."

Nick reached over and twisted off the top of LaCroix's little...toy, and sweet smelling oil dribbled into his hand.  LaCroix was nothing if not always prepared for anything that might...come up.

Nicholas coated his right hand thoroughly and left the riding crop on the table.  Neither one of them spoke now.  The mood had changed dramatically. LaCroix waited for Nicholas to make the first move.

Nicholas gently nuzzled into LaCroix's neck whispering seductively...lovingly into his Sire's ear.  This will be so good Sire...so good...I promise.  LaCroix let his son lead the way.  Nicholas raised LaCroix's right leg and moved it to rest on top of his  own right hip then slid his  right leg in between both of LaCroix's legs.  Nicholas coated his own achingly hard erection with the scented oil then easily slipped two lubricated fingers between his lover's smooth cheeks.  He found the little puckered entrance to LaCroix's body and gently slid both fingers in.  LaCroix gave no resistance.  "Nicholas...I'm more than ready...DO IT!  You are driving me insane!"

"Anything you say...MASTER!"  Nicholas slid into the tight velvet body in one long thrust.  LaCroix let out one loud cry then pushed back to take in every inch of Nicholas' impressive length.  Had it ever been this good?  Had it always been this good?  They both became lost in sensation.  This was how they were meant to be...locked together in this age old rhythm.  The bloodlust was driving them as hard as the sexual desire was.  Nicholas was so close.  It was unbearable.  He reached over and wrapped his slick right hand around LaCroix's straining shaft and began stroking him to the same frenzied rhythm his own body was pounding to.  Nicholas pulled their bodies even closer together,
impossibly close.  They were one single entity heading towards a massive explosion of power.

Nicholas was flying over the edge, and he was taking his ancient lover with him.  He instinctively moved his left arm under LaCroix's head, moving it up and around as he offered his wrist to the waiting mouth.  Then like a sun going nova Nicholas exploded.  There was nothing but the tight ecstatic release and the blissful taste of his Master's blood as he buried his fangs into the soft yielding neck of his heart's desire.  The moment Nicholas penetrated his father with his sharp fangs, LaCroix's own orgasm hit with unbridled force.  He latched onto Nicholas' wrist with desperate passion.
They shared everything through their blood link.  Nothing could be hidden as their minds, hearts, and very souls opened to each other.  No mere human experience could come close.

Time passed as time always does, and they began to come back to the world around them.  They were both covered in a thin layer of blood sweat, exhausted and deeply satisfied.  "Nicholas...I..."

"I know father.  It was more than I could ever have hoped for as well.  I want it to always be like this. I'll never leave you again.  I'm yours...forever."

"...and I am yours Nicholas.  I always have been."

They remained as one for a few more moments, then Nicholas gently slipped from his lover's body.  A soft moan escaped LaCroix's lips.

"Nicholas, we need a shower, and we both need to feed."

"Not from this bottle father.  I'll save it for next Christmas.  We'll share a glass then."  LaCroix leaned back and smiled at his son.  "I'll look forward to that Nicholas.  I left a dozen very fine bottles of bloodwine under the tree my dear.  We can stay here for days and never starve."

"Days and nights LaCroix?"

"Of course Nicholas.  You do have the week off..do you not?  There are presents to be opened...and...toys to play with."

"Oh my dearest Sire, you are truly wicked."

"Now now Nicholas.  Is that any way to talk to Santa?  I know if you've been naughty or nice."

"So...Santa...Have I been naughty?"

LaCroix turned to face his son.  "Oh yes indeed.  Very naughty, and I plan on spending the next millennium or two teaching you how to behave."

"Shall we start with this father?"  Nicholas picked up the riding crop and ran it over LaCroix's lips.

"We can start wherever you like Nicholas.  We have boxes full of toys under the tree and all the time in the world to teach you...a lesson."

"I think I've learned the greatest lesson of all already father."

"What's that Nicholas?"

"No matter what I do to push you away, no matter how far I run..I'll always be drawn back to you.  You are my home and my dearest heart...forever."

                                           ~The End~