The Hand That ... You  
 
by Mary Kroll and Allison 
a stand-alone sequel to "The Cat Game"  
 
"I know I had a good pen here. I've seen it," Nick muttered as he briskly flung his desk drawers open and slammed them closed. He began to assault the files and papers on his usually pristine desk. His level of distraction had been uncharacteristically exaggerated ever since his last brunch-time sexual escapade at the Raven. No pen presented itself, but Nick was startled to discover a small black envelope with "Pour tes yeux seulement" ("for your eyes only") in beautiful golden script. Inside, a red velvet-flocked card caught his eye and the gentle waft of musk caught his nose. The body of the message was concise. "Your place. After work. Woof."
Stoplights and speed limits were merely suggestions as Nick raced the Caddy to his loft in the warehouse district. Perplexed anticipation was giving him a determined chubby and he couldn't resist massaging his crotch a little every block or so. The car was barely in park before he jumped out, taking the steps three at a time as he raced to his apartment (the service elevator would have been unbearably slow). The door nearly gave up its hinges as Nick burst through. Everything was just where it was supposed to be, no sign of any visitors. He reached out with his mind and sensed his vampire creator somewhere nearby. He glanced up; the bedroom door was open. Nick flew there, dropping coat, shoes, and belt recklessly to crash to the floor below. Holding his breath to keep from panting with excitement, Nick slowly pushed the door open. 

 There, on the floor, at the foot of his too-oft lonely bed, was a hugely over-sized cushion, upon which rested a lean, pale figure. LaCroix lay curled up on the blue-green plaid pallet, his white skin resplendent in the dim light, wearing only a tiny suede loincloth and a black collar with sinisterly gleaming silver spikes and the name "Puddles" in bold block metal lettering. Lacroix lifted up on his arms when he heard Nick enter. "Woof!" he announced his excitement. Lacroix crawled animatedly to Nick's feet and made a mockery of the canine greeting of jumping up on the person you love. Nick's innards tingled with delight at the thought of the impending game and the complete and absolute role-reversal of his master on all fours at his feet. "Well, hello there, boy. Yes, I'm glad to be home." He dropped to one knee and scrubbed Lacroix's short hair affectionately with both hands. "Are you happy to see me? Were you lonely in the house all day by yourself?" Lacroix barked again and, flopping his forearms over Nick's shoulders, lapped happily at Nick's face with the broad surface of his tongue. Nick laughed aloud; he could hardly help it as he turned his facial features into and out of the path of that tongue. "Okay, now. No more doggy germs." Nick stood, still rubbing Lacroix's head. Lacroix leaned forward and began sniffing and snuffling enthusiastically around Nick's crotch. His cool nose pressed into crease and crevice alike. "Find something you like there, boy?" Lacroix looked up and panted emphatically, tongue flapping. He pressed his face against Nick's groin again, rubbing his nose and cheeks against the hardness he found there. Nick made a yummy noise and sighed deeply as Lacroix licked the length of his erection through his slacks. "Mmm, you want your bone, buddy?" Nick began to slowly unzip his pants as Lacroix waited, sitting on his haunches. "You just remember that this isn't a chew toy." Nick took out his man hammer and waggled it an inch from Lacroix's nose. Lacroix in response wiggled his lean tuchis and dove forward to swallow Nick's snausage. "Oh, good boy," Nick moaned as man's best friend was lavishing licks and sucking greedily on man's other best friend. Nick thrusted gently into Lacroix's mouth and ran his fingertips through Lacroix's hair, gently over his ear, and up and down the side of his neck. Necks being a major vampire erogenous zone, Lacroix forwent fellatio and began avidly humping Nick's leg. "Yeah? Me too." Lacroix barked loudly and turned excited circles on the floor as Nick stripped himself naked. Nick went to his knees next to the bed, torso on the mattress. "Here, boy!" he said and whistled sharply. 'Doggy-style, for real,' Nick thought. 

Lacroix mounted Nick clumsily, his hands bent over at the wrist in an affectation of paws. His red rocket poked around the cleft of Nick's ass cheeks, searching for its home. Lacroix flexed his abdominal muscles to try to correct his sexual misdirection and finally, oh finally, Nick felt the tip of Lacroix's amorous arrow pressing the tight ring of his entrance. An epiphany struck Nick's brain like Thor's hammer. He pulled away from the throbbing staff that, in truth, he wanted to impale himself on. "Stay!" Nick slid out from under Lacroix, who whined his pathetic disappointment. He held still as Nick moved behind him. Nick flipped the back of Lacroix's loincloth up over his lumbar. "Tonight, for one night only," Nick held his fleshy nightstick ready at the back door to heaven, "you're MY bitch." Purposefully, but not forcefully, Nick pushed into Lacroix's body. He groaned in pleasure at the tightness and the warmth. Lacroix let loose a lupine howl at the wonderful invasion that filled him and rubbed maddeningly against his sweet spot. "Good doggy," Nick whispered huskily as his thrusts increased in speed and he pounded into the depths of his lover. "Yes, you are, you're a good doggy. ... God, you're tight." He could count on one hand, with fingers to spare, how many times he had enjoyed the tight confines of Lacroix's body. Lacroix began thrusting back against Nick, his panting coming naturally now. Nick reached around Lacroix's slim hips, grasping excitedly at the thick rod, slick with pre-cum, and began pumping it furiously with his agile fist. "Oh fu... I'm coming!" Nick plunged his fangs into Lacroix's jugular suddenly and was catapulted into the vortex of bliss as Lacroix's sex-infused blood poured down his throat. Nick felt his orgasm veritably rip from his body in great spurts and spasms of bone-melting pleasure. Lacroix, for his part, sunk his fangs into the arm that supported part of Nick's weight as he began to collapse forward. The blood was not as voluminous there, but it was more than enough to send Lacroix over the edge with the aftershocks of Nick's orgasm. Nick stroked Lacroix's flank softly and gave him two nice pats on the thigh as his consciousness re-solidified. "That's my little pupper-wupper." Nick sighed deeply and happily as he detached himself from Lacroix and began gathering his clothes. As he dressed, he examined Lacroix's repertoire of canine accessories. Sure enough, there was a heavy metal chain leash to match the spiked collar. A gleam of pure Loki mischief lit Nick's eyes. "Walkies!" Lacroix's eyes went wide for the split-second before he recovered himself. Nick grabbed the leash and clipped it to Lacroix's collar. "So where will we go tonight? I might like to show my new pet off to some of my friends. Now, let me think. Where could I find lots of people who know us? Hrmm, maybe the Raven."

"Nicholas-"

"Dogs don't talk, Lacroix." Nick gave the leash two light tugs. "Let's go, Puddles." 

Fin