Nick/LaCroix   Strong sexual content..  NONCONSENSUAL S/M.
gail Andrea       TREKKINN@AOL.COM

MARMOT=BRAT
ENFANT TERRIBLE=TERRIBLE CHILD

It was the first really warm night.  The air was balmy and silent. The moon....nearly full...was clouded
by a haze created by the heat of the long summery day.  The long shower had relaxed Nicholas, and
he  stretched like an exquisite feline and reclined back on the  window ledge that rose over twenty
feet above  the floor of his loft.  He propped himself against  a large silk pillow and sank comfortably
down into a thick silken bench pad he had custom made for his favorite little nook in the wall.  He took
a sip of wine laced cow's blood, and in a moment of sheer sensual delight he threw his black silk robe
to the floor below and perched naked  and alone upon his throne of silken softness.

He collected his thoughts and began to write with smooth long strokes.  "I really should start using the
computer for this."  He thought to himself smiling, "But, there is something satisfying about putting pen
to paper."  He looked down at the wall near the door.  "I have to remember to put those bricks back
when I'm done."  He made a mental note of it, and went back to writing.  Recent events in the vampire
community and other bits and pieces of his daily life among mortals flowed effortlessly into the journal.
He was completely absorbed in his writing.

A black clad  figure dropped silently  from the skylight above, landing gracefully onto the floor below.
The unusual warmth of the night had no effect on him as he stood there  gazing up in heavenly delight at
the alabaster kinned beauty of his naked son.  LaCroix himself was a sight to behold.  A long sleeved
black silk shirt draped him in  custom fit perfection upon his strong broad shoulders.  Perfectly creased
black linen trousers hugged his strong waist and flowed down long muscled legs.  A thick black leather
belt with a silver buckle, and black loafers completed his well groomed attire, and his eyes shone like
blue ice.

He thought Nicholas looked too happy to disturb, even though his own body wanted nothing more than
to slip inside  this sweetly pliable son of his.  With great effort he decided to leave the check for the
"Toronto Hospice Care Network"  on the piano. He told Nick he would be dropping off the  check
tonight. Nicholas must have forgotten.   LaCroix  had promised to donate a large sum of money to the
program as a concerned citizen and business owner.  He laughed silently at the thought of being a
member of the mortal community.  "Well, I must make a good impression on the powers that be."  He
could barely contain his amusement as he prepared to make a silent exit, but something in the corner by
the door caught his eye.

A dozen bricks  had been neatly piled on the floor directly under  a large opening in the wall.  Nick was
still deeply engrossed in his writing and didn't notice as LaCroix quietly walked over to get a better look
at the sight.  LaCroix reached into the cool vault-like space and pulled out two notebooks.  <"NO...!">
He shouted the word out with enough force to make the window at Nick's elbow rattle.  The sudden
explosion of sound made Nick jump a foot into the air, sending the pen and journal crashing to the floor
below.  He braced himself and looked down to see LaCroix fuming...and holding the two finished
journals in his trembling hands.  <"NICHOLAS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!">

Nick was stupified, and for a moment just sat there.  "What...What are you doing here, LaCroix?"
With his rage barely under control he responded, "I came to drop off the  check."  and he pointed to the
check on the piano.  "OH...yea...I forgot."  Nick muttered.  "It seems you've forgotten a great many
things."  LaCroix growled.  LaCroix had stopped shouting,  and that really made Nicholas nervous.
LaCroix edged slowly towards the wall where his son sat perched like a scared pigeon.

LaCroix spoke in a quiet restrained voice that sent shivers of fear through Nicholas.  "What, my son, was
the first lesson I taught you?  What was the first rule I drummed into your  lovely blond head after I
brought you across?"  The tone of his master's voice terrified and excited Nicholas, but in his naked state
he knew he'd better control his desires, which were being overshadowed by intense fear anyway.  "Oh
God, I'm in for it now!"  he thought to himself.  <"ANSWER ME!"> Nicholas jumped at the rage in
LaCroix's voice.  "And come down from that ledge, or I'll drag you down."  Nicholas looked down
at the silk robe on the floor.  "Forget it, my dear.  You can't have it.  Now come down!"

Nicholas knew he had no choice as he glided down slowly.  LaCroix thought he looked more beautiful
than an angel descending from heaven, but only the anger on his face  was revealed to Nicholas. They
stood facing each other.  Nicholas looked down at his feet, unable to look LaCroix in the eye.  Lacroix
grabbed his son by the shoulders.  "Answer my question Nicholas, and look at me when you speak."
Nicholas looked up into a world of trouble.  LaCroix's eyes were a furious shade of gold. Nicholas
answered quietly... "You told me never to give... even a hint of our existance... in the written word.
"What else Nicholas?"  LaCroix tightened his grip.  Nicholas continued..."Our history is passed down
from ...one to the other... through the spoken word only.  The written word... could be used as a
weapon...to destroy us.  Any written proof of our existance would ...endanger the whole community."
Nicholas finished stumbling through the words.  Then LaCroix couldn't contain himself any longer as he
shouted into his son's  face...<"THEN WHAT, PRAY TELL...HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!">

Nick suddenly found his voice..."Let me go dammit." And he pulled himself out of Lacroix's grip and
fell to the floor.  LaCroix was enraged.  Nicholas tried to get out of LaCroix's way, but he couldn't get
to his feet.  "How many other journals are there Nicholas?  Where are they?  And don't even suggest
that there are copies of them ANYWHERE!!!....ANSWER ME!!"  LaCroix was exasperated as he
continued..."If the Enforcers had the slightest idea..."  "Well, they have NO idea father, unless you tell
them!"  <"DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I WOULD DO THAT??>  "You immature, selfish, whelp!"

Even as Nicholas pushed his father over the edge, he knew he was being unreasonable.  He also knew
the danger he could have put himself and his master in.  As he looked up to try and dissuade  some of
LaCroix's rage, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.  LaCroix was slowly, deliberately..removing his
wide leather belt from the beltloops.  "LaCroix...what...what are you doing?"

Nick was still on his back.  The mild erection he had been so proudly displaying a moment earlier  was
gone, and he was desperate to escape this situation in one piece. Nicholas watched and backed away
on the floor as LaCroix wrapped the buckle and part of the belt around his large hand. Nicholas made
the error of looking into his father's eyes.  They were burning like fire.  His second mistake was to turn
around in an effort to get up and run.  LaCroix was too fast for him,  and in his fury landed a perfect
shot across a very well formed butt cheek. Nicholas screamed in surprise and pain.  The sound of his
son's cry and the sound that the leather belt  made as it landed on his son's lovely bottom gave LaCroix
complete and utter satisfaction. <"ENFANT TERRIBLE!">  LaCroix shouted.   The force of the blow
landed Nicholas flat on the floor.  The next one landed on an unmoving target, leaving a perfect red
streak along both cheeks.  <"NO LACROIX...STOP...STOP IT...NO!!!">...The cracking sound of the
belt was nearly  as good as his son's futile cries...but not quite as good.  The next blow landed higher up
striking his lower back and right cheek leaving another perfect ruby-red streak.  Nick continued to
scream in protest, pain, and embarrassment.  The next one hit his left thigh and cheek.  Three more
followed, lining his rear end with furious red streaks.

LaCroix stopped for a second and crossed to the right  side of his son's sprawled body.  <"DO YOU
NEVER LEARN?">  Nick was not about to answer that question.  In that split second before his master
landed the first  criss-crossing blow, Nicholas considered trying to escape again, but LaCroix stopped
him in his tracks.<"DON'T EVEN CONSIDER IT, MARMOT!!">  The sting of this blow was brutal as
it criss-crossed the others, and  it landed with a crack from the top of his right thigh all the way across
both burning cheeks and up to his left side.  The next three blows were equally as satisfying for LaCroix,
leaving hot red streaks up and down those beautiful, trembling cheeks.

But LaCroix could see Nicholas was finished...exhausted, and crying in earnest.    Blood-sweat was
forming on his forehead, and he had stopped fighting back.  LaCroix dropped the belt to the floor and
bent down near his son's head.  He pulled Nicholas' head up by the hair on the back of his head.
LaCroix had finally had enough as well. LaCroix spoke slowly and clearly... "Nicholas, I'll ask you one
more time. How many books are there?"   Nicholas answered weakly..."15"   Are all the books here?"
Nicholas answered quietly..."Yes"   "Are there any  copies anywhere?"  Nicholas wiped blood tears
from his face... "NO...father. No copies."   "I'll destroy them before I leave."...  LaCroix said, completely
disgusted with this whole episode.

He let his son's head go and picked up the robe.  He turned Nicholas over slowly and Nicholas flinched
as his rear end touched the floor.  "You deserved it mon fils..and more."  He held Nicholas' head in his
arms and covered him with the robe.  Then LaCroix  opened his own wrist.  "Go ahead my dear, drink."
Nicholas took the offering, drinking slowly and deeply.  It sent waves of pleasure through both of them,
and it immediately began to heal the well deserved lesson Nicholas had just endured.

LaCroix held his son close..."Nicholas...Do you have any idea how much I love you?  Do you have any
idea how much danger you could have put us both in?"  Nicholas had finished drinking and had begun to
gently lick his father's wound until it healed.  "I know.  I'm sorry. I'm so...very sorry."  The anger was
gone from LaCroix, replaced by a desperate need to protect and love his difficult child.

Nicholas reached up to gently kiss his master on the lips.  "Am I forgiven father?"  LaCroix brushed the
still damp blond curls off of his son's forehead.  "Do I have a choice Nicholas?"  LaCroix bent down to
kiss Nicholas deeply, all resistance gone from his son's healed body.  Nicholas responded with intense
passion, pulling his master down, sucking and nibbling on his tongue.  Nicholas' eyes were turning a
pleasant shade of gold.  "Well, my boy, I should punish you more often."  Let's take this to the bedroom,
shall we my son?"

LaCroix flew them straight to his son's bed  planting him  gently down in the middle of it's softness.  The
robe had been left downstairs, and LaCroix quickly undressed and joined his eager offspring on the bed.
"What am I going to do with you Nicholas?" "You're going to make love to me old man.  What do you
think?"  "MMMM..Nicholas...When will you learn to behave?"  "Never, my loving father."

LaCroix had no intention of wasting any more time talking as he covered Nicholas with cool passionate
kisses.  Nicholas had been oversensitized by his earlier...encounter with LaCroix, and he was begging for
it.  LaCroix kissed his son's delicate nipples, piercing the skin around them gently, tasting the intoxicating
flavor of his son.  Nicholas was so excited  it was actually painful, and LaCroix was in a similar state.
LaCroix growled.."We can play another time my sweet creation, but right now I want to fill you up
completely.  Nicholas groaned in anticipation.  He was dying to feel LaCroix deep inside his body.  "Oh
please...yes..." Nicholas hissed through clenched teeth.  LaCroix covered Nicholas with his own body.
When their cool flesh touched it made Nicholas groan again deeply.  His eyes were amber pools of
sensual lust, as  he wrapped his legs around LaCroix's waist to pull him down. LaCroix was more than
ready to give Nicholas exactly what he wanted.  He never took his eyes away from his son's eyes as he
pushed gently into the wonderfully tight opening.  Nicholas cried out in pleasure now, not pain, as his master
slid all the way in and stayed there. The pleasure was too unbearable.  Nicholas was whimpering as
LaCroix pulled nearly all the way out and then plunged back in  with wild abandon.  Nicholas met every
thrust with one of his own, and  they felt a great height of ecstasy approaching. LaCroix wrapped his hand
around his son's beautifully hard cock and pumped vigorously while increasing the speed of each of his own
desperate thrusts.

It became impossible to go on, and Nicholas instictively lifted his head to the side, offering his delicate
throat  to his master.  At the same time LaCroix moved his left wrist up to his son's passionately swollen
lips. They came in a blinding white light, screaming their pleasure through the loft.  LaCroix drove his
glistening fangs deep into his son's  neck as Nicholas bit with trembling need into his father's wrist.  They
drank greedily from one another, their orgasm pushing them on and on through blinding ecstasy.  The
orgasm subsided gradually,  and they slowly licked each other's wounds lovingly until they healed.

Neither one of them could move for several minutes.  It was simply impossible. Lacroix was still buried
deep inside his son, and Nicholas had no desire to have the physical joining end.  Slowly Lacroix pulled
out, and Nicholas gave a sigh of protest.  "It's alright mon fils, we have all the time in the world."
Nicholas moved down to snuggle into a loving embrace.  "Father?"   "Yes, Nicholas."  "You won't forget
to  destroy  the journals will you?"  "Oh...I'm not going to destroy them you evil child, YOU ARE!...and
I'll keep my belt handy just in case you give me any more trouble."  "OH, I won't give you any more
trouble  father....at least not until the NEXT  time!"  LaCroix held his son a little tighter and whispered...I'll
be counting on it my love...I'll be counting on it."  "Now."  Lacroix whispered again as he kissed his son's
forehead..."get some sleep."

                                                                           -gail-