ANNIVERSARY THREE By: gail


This month is my three year anniversary on the UF list. It was my first 
slash list. I won't tell you how many slash lists I'm on now. This story is 
a tribute, a thank you to the list for opening my eyes to a whole new world 
of fictional pleasure. 


Title: Anniversary Three 
Author: gail
Email address: trekkinn@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Nick/LaCroix
Status: Complete
Date: 3-3-2001
Archive: Yes
Archive email address: http://www.lady-lacroix.com/jadfe/
Author's website: http://internetdump.com/users/gail/

Warnings and notes: They're vampires. Sex and blood sucking. No angst. 
There are a few definitions at the bottom of the story. There are references 
to the episode "Father's Day." 

I want to thank Laurie <laudon1965@aol.com> for taking the time to beta read 
this little story for me.



Anniversary Three
By: gail


Journal entry: March 3, 2001


I lie here in our new home, in our new king size bed. That new house scent 
still permeates the air around me. Our first night in our newly built home. 
An anniversary of sorts. Two anniversaries on the same night.

Three years ago tonight. Three years since I decided to go back to him. 
Even as I handed him back that watch on Father's Day I knew I belonged to 
him, as I always have, as I always will. But I was stubborn, as I always 
have been, as I always will be, and it took me another nine months of dancing 
around that old man to finally walk up to him, take back that damned watch, 
and tell him I was coming home for good, and didn't his eyebrows crawl right 
up his pale forehead and disappear right into his forever slightly receding 
hairline when I uttered that statement.

The night before I came home to him for good it finally dawned on me. DAWNED 
on me. Such an interesting word. Because of him I hadn't seen the dawn in 
eight centuries, but did I really miss the daylight? NO. Natalie's ALMOST 
cure gave me back the daylight for a brief time. Stuffing my face with food 
a la Schanke, becoming addicted to that horrid miracle drug, and feeling 
LaCroix's hold on me begin to slip away.

Slipping away. The memory of that first night. The night I was born... 
reborn. The burning passion for him and his blood. What I felt for Jeanette 
was human lust and desire. What I felt for him was so terrifying that I 
began on that very first night to fight it, shrinking from the unyielding 
passion that threatened to drown me, but he never meant to drown me. He 
wanted to give me everything, and I was too terrified, and stubborn, and pig 
headed to accept what he offered. Instead I fought him at every turn. I 
fought my own nature. I fought my bloodlust, my love of the night, the 
power, the pleasure, and mostly, I fought him. Then, I watched him suffer, 
and I thought HE was cruel, when it was really ME. Father, brother, lover. 
I tortured him every chance I got, and he gave me every chance he could, 
because he wouldn't let go. No matter how hard I fought, or how far I ran. 
He. Never. Let. Go....

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Nicholas looked up with a start.

"LaCroix. I didn't hear you come in."

"You were so absorbed in your task, Nicholas, I didn't want to disturb you."

Nicholas watched through smoldering eyes as his lover gracefully moved 
towards the bed, stripping off his robe to join his son under layers of fine 
white linen.

"I thought you'd lost interest in your journal, bien-aime'."

"No Master. I still make entries on...special occasions."

LaCroix gently removed the journal from Nicholas' hands, leaning across his 
son's naked body as he deposited the leather bound book on the bedside table.


"...and, what occasion would this be mon fils?"


Nicholas couldn't help but chuckle as LaCroix produced three blood red roses, 
one for each year since their reconciliation. LaCroix quickly removed the 
petals and dropped them all around their bodies, throwing the empty stems 
with a flourish across the room.

Nicholas knew when he was being teased. Teased in more ways than one, as 
LaCroix ran a cool finger over his son's rapidly hardening nipple, then 
across to the other, bringing it to full hardness as well. Countless times 
now they had begun their lovemaking this way. The barest touch bringing 
Nicholas to full arousal. His eyes changing from blue to gold, his teeth 
lengthening, his body craving. Hiding his arousal from LaCroix was 
impossible and unnecessary, because LaCroix felt it too. Eight centuries 
hadn't dulled his intense desire for his son in the slightest. Time had 
merely intensified it.


LaCroix sprawled over Nicholas, their bodies making contact at every point 
possible. He spread his son's legs wide open with his own, entwining his 
long legs around his son's like a creeping vine, essentially pinning the 
younger vampire to the bed, their burgeoning erections creating an intense 
heat. Whoever said vampires were cold creatures knew nothing of reality. 
Father and son sizzled as they ground against each other in a passionate haze.


Pleasure coiled through Nicholas. His fangs were beginning to feel that 
familiar ache. The need to bite into that pale well loved neck above him was 
only exceeded by his desire to feel his Master's long cool length buried deep 
within him.


"Please. Oh please." Nicholas whispered as if in prayer.


"What do you want Nicholas? Tell me."


"Need you. Need you...inside me."


"I'll always give you what you need, mon doux fils. Never be afraid to ask. 
I'll give you anything, everything."


His Master's voice soothed and excited Nicholas, and LaCroix gently prepared 
them both for penetration. First Nicholas' hips were lifted onto a large 
pillow. A delicately scented oil was always kept in the bedside table for 
their passionate and thorough lovemaking sessions that sometimes lasted long 
into the day or night. LaCroix let the full bodied oil run all over 
Nicholas' impatient erection, his testicles, then slowly down between smooth 
pale cheeks to his hidden entrance. Then he quickly coated his own raging 
erection as Nicholas eagerly wrapped his legs around LaCroix's waist. With 
one long stroke LaCroix buried himself in the tightest sweetest sheath 
imaginable.


Nicholas gave an eerie unearthly cry, but not in pain. It was burning 
pleasure that seared him to his very core. Flames licked him from within. 
His internal muscles pulled his lover deeper and deeper inside, and his well 
oiled erection was being stimulated between their two bodies as LaCroix's 
unrelenting pace quickened to a frenzied pitch. 


Their blood sang in their veins, the need to bite becoming a driving force 
that could no longer be contained. Nicholas let loose another shattering cry 
as he plunged his fangs into his Master's throat. An instant later LaCroix 
held his trembling son tightly to him as he sank his fangs deeply into the 
side of his son's neck. They came long and hard as they drank their fill, 
letting their shared orgasm wash over them until they were both sated and 
relaxed. 


As they began to slowly come back to themselves, they gently disengaged their 
fangs from one another, licking the small puncture wounds until they were 
closed. A moment later LaCroix lifted his head to look into his son's sleepy 
eyes, while gently slipping out of his son's body. This was everything he 
needed. His best beloved son lying relaxed and well loved beneath him. No 
regrets evident in those gentle blue eyes. Just love and adoration, and that 
quirky little smile playing on Nicholas' full lips.



"and...what do you find so amusing Nicholas?"


"I ummm...I heard from Natalie today. I told you she left the old job and 
went into pure research about a year ago. Remember?"



"Yes, mon fils. I do remember you mentioning that fact, but why the evil 
little smile?"


"Well, she snuck off and got married...to a phlebotomist."


They both began to laugh. 


"A blood sucker LaCroix. She married her own little blood sucker. Seems 
appropriate somehow, doesn't it?"


"Actually Nicholas, it does. She married her blood sucker, and you..."


"I married mine?"


LaCroix paused for a moment, looking into wide expectant eyes before 
responding.


"Yes. Yes you did mon fils, and it was the longest engagement in history. 
Happy anniversary Nicholas."


"Happy anniversary mon vieux."



THE END See definitions below
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mon fils=my son
mon doux fils=my sweet son
bien-aime=beloved
mon vieux=old friend