*** Permission to archive on JADFE with my blessing. Official-sounding Disclaimers: I have used the words to "It's in His Kiss" (the Shoop-Shoop Song) by Betty Everett without permission. All characters from Forever Knight belong to Sony/Tristar and were created by Barney Cohen and James Parriot. I do not have authorization to use them. This was written for entertainment purposes only. Proceed at your own risk. *** "It's in His Kiss" A Bad Slash Songfic in seven paragraphs by Mom-Ra *** Does he love me? I wanna know How can I tell if he loves me so? *** It was a dark and stormy night. For some perverse reason, the Raven's disc jockey had decided to have an "oldies" night, much to the delight of the younger vampires and older mortals that frequented the club. Delighted customers or no, LaCroix decided to have a word with that deejay as soon as her shift was over. The old vampire had sought refuge in his sound-proofed radio booth, but even there the music had filtered through and disturbed him. His mood had turned as dark as the storm raging outside. Sighing with irritation, he put on some music, and ignored the blinking phone lines; it was impossible for him to concentrate on his Nightcrawler monologue or his callers with that racket grating on his nerves. *** Is it in his sighs? Oh, no. You'll be deceived. Is it in his eyes? Oh, no. That's make-believe If you want to know If he loves you so It's in his kiss *** LaCroix knew the instant Nicholas had entered the club; the old vampire could feel his favorite consort's presence through the psychic bond they shared. Lately, his knight errant only came into the Raven on what he called police business, and on those occasions, in such a foul mood that LaCroix could barely bring himself to speak civilly to him. LaCroix was pleasantly surprised, therefore, by the playfulness he sensed coming from Nicholas. Playfulness and arousal. LaCroix felt his stomach tighten, and a chill race up his spine as Nicholas came closer. *** Or is it in his face? Oh, no. It's just his charm In his warm embrace? Oh. no. That's just his arms If you want to know If he loves you so It's in his kiss *** The crowd parted for Nicholas as he walked toward the one-way mirror that concealed the broadcast booth from the Raven's patrons. His dark blonde hair reflected first one color then another as the swirling lights swept the dance floor. Red. Blue. Green. As if guided by radar, Nicholas locked his eyes on LaCroix's, and his mouth quirked with a small smile; he'd apparently heard LaCroix's sharp intake of breath. When Nicholas reached the mirror, he ran the tip of his tongue over his teeth, and combed his fingers through his hair. He knew he was being watched. Nicholas turned and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, then drew his fingertip along the curve of his ear, down his throat to rest at the place where his pulse, if he'd had one, would have throbbed under his skin. *** Kiss him, and squeeze him tight And find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss. *** The chill crawling up and down LaCroix's spine short-circuited his brain, and settled into a pool of liquid heat deep in his belly. He shut his eyes, and made an effort to keep his fangs from descending. His erection, however, was beyond his control, and squirming about in his chair only seemed to make it worse. LaCroix didn't stop to puzzle out why he was trying to resist his protégé's obvious flirtation, because in the secret depths of his heart, the old vampire was afraid that Nicholas was only teasing him. *** How 'bout the way he acts? Oh, no. That's not the way And you're not listenin' to what I say *** "Do you suppose it's true?" LaCroix heard Nicholas ask. His eyes flew open, and he saw Nicholas leaning against the booth's only door. It took LaCroix a moment to find his voice before he could ask, "Do I suppose what's true, Nicholas?" "Can a person tell if someone loves him just by a kiss?" LaCroix shrugged; he didn't trust his voice. Nicholas came closer, and leaned over his mentor. "Let's find out." he whispered. He brushed his mouth against LaCroix's, then coaxed his sire's lips apart with his tongue. Nicholas laid his hand on LaCroix's thigh, and his fingers inched toward the hard bulge straining against LaCroix's trousers, while his questing tongue probed and searched LaCroix's mouth. Nicholas cupped his hand over LaCroix's stiff prick, and pressed the palm of his hand against it. He broke off the kiss and murmured, "I'd say this was evidence, but it's circumstantial at best. Inconclusive." "Then, perhaps you should continue your investigation." LaCroix croaked in reply before Nicholas captured his mouth again. He slid down in his chair, spreading his legs slightly, as Nicholas reached to undo his zip. LaCroix watched in disbelief as Nicholas wet his lips, and sank to his knees. *** If you want to know If he loves you so It's in his kiss *** Nicholas was, quite possibly, the most talented cocksucker LaCroix had ever known. Although he was the one who'd taught Nicholas how to give head, that did not in any way lessen his appreciation of his protégé's considerable skill. LaCroix wasn't the least bit tempted to pinch himself to see whether he was dreaming. If this was indeed a dream, he was not ready to wake up. With one hand, he stroked Nicholas' soft hair, while he touched the wet lips clamped around his shaft with the fingers of his other hand. *** It's in his kiss That's where it is It's in his kiss *** Nicholas brought LaCroix to the brink of orgasm, then closed his fingers around his master's wet, stiff cock, sat back on his heels, and slowly licked and kissed the flushed, swollen knob. LaCroix watched Nicholas swirl his tongue around his achingly hard prick, and nearly prayed for him to take it into his mouth again. Instead, Nicholas tightened his grasp around the shaft, and jacked him off. With increasing speed, he fanned the underside of the head with his tongue, and when he felt LaCroix's muscles tense, he took the quivering cock into his mouth, and sucked for all he was worth. Instantly, his mouth was filled to overflowing with LaCroix's bitter-sweet, blood-tinged semen. Nicholas gulped it down, then let out his breath with a satisfied sigh. He smiled up at his sire and said, "I guess you still love me, after all." "You could have asked me." LaCroix whispered, "I would have told you that I do." "Yes, but that was more fun." *** If you want to know If he loves you so It's in his kiss *** And they all lived happily ever after. ***