Hi, everyone! Back in March, I posted this to the UF list, intending to
send it to Jadfe in a few days. Well, we all know how time can get away
from us, but in the light of the recent questioning of the quietness of
the list, I thought I'd make this humble contribution. Hope you all
enjoy it; feedback is welcome at the addy in my sig. Permission given to
archive on the Jadfe site (in fact, I'd *love* to see it there <g>)

WARNING:  If you are under 18, or are offended by same-sex
relationships, DO NOT READ THIS! Explicit M/M sex (Nick/LaCroix) and
adult language, including the'f' word.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many thanks to my beta-reader, Serenne. This takes place
shortly after AtA, when both Nick and LaCroix are emotionally vulnerable
and closer to each other than they have been in centuries.

                           Prodigal Son
                         by Nicole Miller
 

        Nick shoved the heavy lift door open and lurched into the welcoming
confines of his loft. Squinting against the deadly sunlight streaming
through the windows, he stumbled forward, blindly groping for the remote
and desperately punching buttons to plunge the room into blessed
darkness.

        Throwing aside the smoking duster, he made his way to the kitchen, a
stream of ancient curses following in his wake. He'd raced the sun this
morning and lost - lost by many minutes. Now he was paying for his
arrogant over-assurance with waves of agony and unbearable hunger. He
grabbed a full bottle from the fridge and raised it to his lips,
lowering it only when it was empty. Grimacing with disgust at the foul
bovine taste, he steadied himself against the counter, feeling the
healing begin within him.

        He reached for another bottle, then froze. He'd been too wrapped up
in his own pain to notice earlier, but now another presence insinuated
itself into his consciousness. Nick sighed at the familiar, unwelcome
sensation. "LaCroix," he said flatly, not turning around. "What do you
want this time?"

        The ready answer on LaCroix's lips died as he saw the rigid stance
of his son's body. 'What do I want?', he thought. 'I want you to be happy.
I want to be with you, always. I want you by my side, healthy and happy
and content to be there. I want *you*.'

        Aloud he said only, "Good morning, Nicholas. I was beginning to be
concerned for your safety. I trust you will not engage in such foolish
antics in the future."

        Nick finally turned around to find his sire gazing down at him from
the  loft's upper level. The usual smug, superior look on LaCroix's face
killed any civil reply Nick might have made. "Your concern is noted, but
it's not necessary," he returned with equal sarcasm. "As you can see,
I'm fine. Now, it's been a long night and I want to rest, so if you'll
excuse me." Nick headed for the stairs.

        An instant later, LaCroix stood beside him, his firm grasp
preventing Nick's escape. "What's your hurry, Nicholas? Surely you can
spare a few minutes for us to talk."

        Nick swallowed heavily, unable to tear his eyes from LaCroix's face
or his arm from LaCroix's grip. He trembled slightly, partly from fear,
partly from ... something else. Chills ran down the length of his spine,
turning his cool skin even colder. Not daring to disobey, he moved to
sit on the couch with his master. "You're obviously here for the day.
What is it you want to talk about?" he asked warily.

        "About you, of course. About us," LaCroix replied. "I have been more
than patient with you, but now I grow tired of this game. I am here to
reclaim what is mine. It's time you returned to the fold, and you *will*
return *now*!"

        "No, I won't do that, LaCroix!" Nick cut in. "I can't go back to
being the murderous monster I once was. Regaining my humanity means too much
to me."

        "You're a blithering fool, Nicholas," LaCroix countered, trying to
control his rising anger at hearing this tired refrain yet again.
"Mortality and humanity are not synonymous. If you insist on continuing
to strive for redemption, you can do just as well - if not better - as a
vampire. I am well aware of your delicate sensibilities and ridiculous
moral code. Since present day circumstances to not force us to kill to
survive, I will not require that of you ... unless you choose to do so.
Either way, the fact remains. You will come back, preferably willingly,
but you will come back."

        The thoughts churned in Nick's head. He could not deny that he cared
for LaCroix. Eight hundred years of shared history had forged a bond
that would never be broken. He looked into his master's eyes and saw the
love there, along with the possession; passion as well as danger. And
there was, Nick suddenly knew, unlimited freedom. But to give up his
dream of mortality; to submit himself again to LaCroix, even under a
benevolent hand? Could he do it? The prospect of renewing their former
intimacy both frightened and thrilled him. "I can't, LaCroix," he
whispered, the emotions choking him. "I don't want to come back to you."

        Abruptly LaCroix stood, pulling Nick up with him. He held Nick by
the shoulders, looking deep into his eyes, and placed a hand behind Nick's
head. He pulled Nick gently to him, cradling the blond head against his
chest while his long fingers caressed the tense neck and back. "Tell me
you don't want this, Nicholas," he demanded softly. "Tell me you don't
want *me*." Powerful hands caressed Nick with slow deliberation. His
mouth teased over Nick's neck and chest, hands petting his groin,
cupping his buttocks.

        Nick was lost then. Already his body was responding, betraying him.
Waves of passion crashed around him, drowning him in the lush sensations
pouring off the elder into his own skin. LaCroix leaned back slightly,
then lowered his head until their faces were less than an inch apart.
Nick smiled and moved the fraction needed, letting his lips brush
against LaCroix's in a gentle kiss. It was a soft caress, a comfort, a
blessing.

        LaCroix felt Nick's body melt into his own and shivers chased
themselves down his spine, straight into his groin. He felt his penis
thicken, growing hard with anticipation;  felt Nick's arousal, then his
own stiff phallus meeting it, rubbing through the cloth of their
trousers. The pulsing against his belly shot tendrils of excitement
through Nick and he felt his own cock lengthen even more. Every nerve in
his body peaked to attention.

        Suddenly Nick was aware that they had levitated to the upper level
and were now sprawled on the satin sheets of his bed. He wanted to speak,
but was reluctant to break the comfortable silence surrounding them. So
he allowed his hands to speak for him. Word for word, meaning for
meaning, was shared, explored, and returned as clothes fell away. More
skin was revealed, then pressed together, heightening the rapport that
had always existed between them.  Extended moments were spent just lying
together, rubbing against each other, looking into each other's eyes and
reading a million unspoken  words. It was silent in the room but for the
slick slide of moist flesh pressed tightly together.

        Nick responded fully, overwhelmed by the power that coursed through
the  lean, taller body. He was acutely aware that his master could break
him  in half with one hand. The kinky thrill came with knowing he
wouldn't.  Probably ... hopefully ...

        LaCroix was the first to move from the tight embrace. He pulled from
Nick's arms, then leaned over and kissed his collar bone, tracing a wet
line down Nick's sternum to his navel, then back up, sucking first one
nipple then the other. LaCroix kissed, licked, and kissed again until
the small buds were rosy and hard. The sound of Nick's in-drawn breath
caused LaCroix's erection to throb against Nick's thigh where it was
pressed.

        The tongue moved back down Nick's belly where extended teeth nipped
gently at the tender flesh before moving into the pubic hair. LaCroix
pressed his hands to Nick's squirming hips, holding him still beneath
the mounting pleasure. Moving to the swollen penis bobbing against his
cheek, he took the head between his lips. His tongue went to work,
darting here and there, touching and teasing the hard flesh.

        Nick moaned, air hissing through his teeth as his hips bucked upward
off the bed, trying to bury himself in LaCroix's mouth. Again, strong
hands pushed him down, The cool mouth closed around him and sucked hard
once, twice, then was gone. Nick eyes flew open when he felt LaCroix
part his legs. He watched as LaCroix took himself in hand and edged
forward, easing between the lean buttocks.

        LaCroix pressed down until just the tip of his cock slid into Nick's
body. Arrogance gone, his voice was a sensual hiss. "Nicholas, do you
... like ... what I'm doing to you?" His eyes closed, his head dropped
forward and he pushed down again, groaning softly with undeniable
pleasure as he completely sheathed his long organ.  Slow withdrawal,
then he stopped.

        "LaCroix -- please!" Nick whimpered his need.

        "Tell me, Nicholas. Tell me what you want." LaCroix moved his hips
forward, exquisitely slowly.

        "Please ... I ... want you, LaCroix," Nick begged, his voice husky
with  desire.

        "Do you want me to ... fuck ...  you, Nicholas?" LaCroix rubbed the
tip  of his aching cock against the prostate. Tormenting.

        "Aaaaahh ... yes. Yes.  Fuck me ... please, LaCroix..." Nick's hips
surged up to meet the impalement.

        Again LaCroix withdrew almost totally, savoring the sight of his
beautiful, golden-haired son in arousal; his creation who was such a
wondrous mix of steel and silk, strength and softness all wrapped in one
beautiful package.

        He pulled out completely, replacing the loss of his cock with his
hands gentle attention to Nick's turgid rod. Nick sighed as long
fingers tightened around his throbbing organ. His hips began to jerk in
rhythm  with the stroking. He felt his body building toward climax, the
hard  shaft threatening to explode with each stroke of the skilled
touch, and  bit his lip to keep from cumming then and there.

        Then that pleasure also stopped, but Nick uttered no protest as he
felt himself rolled onto his stomach, LaCroix's knee insistently parting
his thighs. Without prompting, he lifted himself onto his knees,
offering himself for his master's use.

        LaCroix pulled back and stared at Nick with amber eyes. Through his
master's eyes, Nick saw himself as his lover did; passion-flushed and
hard, knees pulled up, eyes begging his mate for completion.

        He felt LaCroix settle against his back, and fought the urge to
thrust backward. LaCroix's steel-trap arms closed around his waist, taking
possession with such intensity that a grunt was forced from Nick. A hand
snaked around, milking his cock as LaCroix's phallus slowly penetrated
him.

        For Nick, it was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, life and death,
loss  and homecoming. It was perfect, far beyond any dream of
perfection. More  profound than any other coupling he'd ever
experienced.

        The organ was warm and alive within him, burrowing deeper with each
thrust and creating a plethora of new pleasures within its host. He
simply went with the unexpectedly beautiful sensations, helpless to do
otherwise, marvelling at the feeling of completeness as long, clean
strokes pounded into him, flinging him to ecstasy. With each soul-deep
penetration, he gasped aloud, experiencing the sensation of flying
despite being pinned beneath LaCroix's respectable weight. He became a
bundle of sensation and raw need, straining toward release. Whispered
calls of the other's name, soft gasps and moans from both men filled the
room.

        LaCroix's control was stretched to the limit.  His triumph, Nick's
willing submission, nearly drove him over the edge. "You belong to me,
Nicholas," he growled passionately.  He pumped frantically, listening to
Nick's cries, holding  back as long as he could. He wanted his Nicholas
to cum first. He wanted  Nick to feel his master, his lover, cumming
inside him.

        Suddenly their pent-up passion exploded in a rush of never-ending
fire.  This time there was no stopping the building orgasm. Nick cried
out hoarsely and LaCroix stopped moving to watch in victory. He extended
his  arm, putting it in reach of the younger's eager fangs. Nick
attacked the  offering fiercely, his face twisting in release, his long
cock twitching  as it coughed seed. The sight was, without a doubt, the
most erotic  LaCroix had ever seen.

        He began to pump again, calling Nick's name, warning of his own
impending orgasm. When it happened, it was incredibly, unbelievably,
good. He looked at the face of the naked, sated creature beneath him,
then at the thick root of his own cock disappearing into Nick's tight
ass, and began to ejaculate powerfully. He rammed his spurting penis in
as far as it could go, emptying himself into his creation with a force
he would not have believed possible. At the same moment, he drove his
aching canines into Nick's shoulder, taking in deep draughts of his
child's essence. He knew it was a mark of ownership - his of Nick's and,
ironically, Nick's of him. He was, he realized with a start, more in
thrall to his child than ever.

        Long moments later, LaCroix separated their bodies, drawing Nick to
lay  down beside him. He cradled the younger vampire who dropped,
physically  and mentally exhausted, into his mate's arms.

        They lay quietly together for some time basking in the afterglow,
Nick sighing contentedly as LaCroix's hand caressed his spent organ. He
marvelled at what had happened between them; what he had feared and yet
was now so at peace with. He realized his master was right. He would
never be content as long as he continued to deny what he was. Only by
accepting his nature could he ever be happy. With that realization came
the knowledge that his quest for mortality was behind him and he could
accept being the child of LaCroix's that he was. There would be a price
to pay for his decision, he knew. His mortal ties here in Toronto would
have to be severed, and he would probably have to move on. He also knew
that LaCroix would be with him and father and son would be together as
they were meant to be.

        The decision, once made, brought a peace that spawned a smoldering
fire  which abruptly burst into flames. He pressed his naked body to
LaCroix's, wiggling slightly until he felt his rod slip between the
other's legs and felt LaCroix's organ firm against his belly. He was
drowning again, only this time it was a welcome submergence.

        Astonishment caused LaCroix's breath to catch in his throat and he
froze, waiting and willing for whatever Nick would offer. He would not
push him, not this time, not this man who was everything and more to
him. He bit back a groan as he felt the other's maleness probe the
entrance to his body.

        With an incredible gentleness that drove his partner crazy, Nick
buried his cock deep. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he withdrew
until  only the tip remained embedded, and began to thrust.

        Now it was LaCroix who was overcome by sensations caused by the
engorged member thrusting strongly into his tight channel. His protege
became the master as Nick continued to plunge deeply into his body. The
surprise and delight caused him to climax quickly. His cock stiffened,
spasming as it flooded his relief.

        A last plunge and Nick cried out his pleasure. His orgasm was
shattering, body shuddering with release as the tension pumped from him
in dizzying waves. He bit fiercely, savoring the tang of his father's
blood and the love it held, as his master also fed on him. He knew this
time LaCroix would taste that devotion returned, not the confusion and
fear of before.

        Later, as the vampires drifted into their day's sleep, each smiled,
unseen by the other but knowing that the morning's events had signaled
the death of the past. The birth of their future.
 

                              ~End~

Nicole,  IB ListMommy  <fkfan@hotmail.com>
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