This PWP poured out of my fingers during tonight's IRC chat. Thought I'd 
share with the whole class. <g> Consider it my contribution to the full moon 
challenge. Something tells me though, I shouldn't post it to the main list. 
<g>

Permission to archive at JADFE, all others please ask

By the Light of the Moon.
By Laurie of the Isles
© 10/13/00

Nick and LaCroix lie naked, spooned together, LaCroix behind, in a hammock 
strung between two trees in a wooded yard, looking up at the brilliant full 
moon. LaCroix cups Nick's cock and balls in one hand, the other rests on 
Nicks right pec, the tips of his fingers playing idly with Nick's nipple. 
Nick's hands rest over LaCroix' on his pec and genitals. Unable to touch his 
master's body, he responds by slowly rolling and grinding his ass back 
against LaCroix' cock.

LaCroix hooks one leg over Nick's, thrusting up between the globes of his 
taut, perfect ass. Nick's cock engorges, thickening, lengthening and as 
LaCroix begins stroking him, the organ rises to full hardness in his master's 
hand. Nick's breathing comes in huffs as he thrusts his cock up into his 
master's hand, then grinds his ass back against his master's hard staff.

Bent on his son's climax, LaCroix speeds up the pace of his hand on Nick's 
cock, alternating strokes with squeezes, and brushing his thumb across the 
weeping tip on the upstroke. Nick breathes in gasps now as LaCroix' right 
hand squeezes and twists Nick's right nipple, and the older man begins 
speaking in a low, sensual rumble in his son's left ear.

"Do you want to cum, Nicholas?" LaCroix licks Nick's earlobe "Is that what 
you want?"

Sobbing, "Yes!"

"Then say it, tell me what you want."

"I - Oh, God" 

"Say it." 

LaCroix twist's Nick's nipple again, viciously, almost to the point of pain, 
and the sensation goes straight to Nick's cock.

"Agghh!"

"Say it, What do you want?"

Screaming hoarsely, "Fuck me! Give me your cock!"

LaCroix gives a small smile and moves his fist faster and faster on Nick's 
cock, squeezing harder with each stroke. He feels Nick's balls contracting 
towards his body, and with a few more strokes, Nick cries out, arching his 
body, and pale pink- tinged cum shoots into his master's waiting hand. 
LaCroix continues stroking Nick through his orgasm, milking his son of his 
fluid. When he has got the last drop of Nick's cum, LaCroix releases his 
son's organ and reaches between them to rub it around and into Nick's tight, 
puckered opening.

Nick rolls his master and himself more onto their right sides and draws up 
his upper leg, giving LaCroix freer access to his hungry hole. LaCroix' 
middle finger, slick with his son's cum, presses slowly but firmly past the 
outer ring of muscle, continuing on into the hot, tight passage within. Nick 
moans and bucks back onto his master's finger to take it all the way in. The 
long digit brushes Nick's prostate as Nick thrusts back, and the younger man 
cries out.

"More, need more."

LaCroix chuckles, rumbling "Patience mon fils, good things come to those who 
wait."

"Fuck patience! Fuck *me*!"

LaCroix nips his son's ear and pulls the finger out, thrusting a second 
finger back in with it. Nick groans and rotates his ass, trying to feel his 
master's fingers everywhere. LaCroix feels his son loosening and on the next 
in-stroke, adds a third finger. Nicholas cries out.

"Enough!" Nick growls "*Give* it to me!"

LaCroix smiles with an evil glint in his eye. "As you wish, mon petit."

In an instant, the long fingers are whisked from Nick's body, and the hot 
blunt tip of his master's cock is pressing into him. It breeches the 
loosened ring of muscle, the sensation wringing cries from both men. 
LaCroix' turgid shaft presses inward, past the inner muscles, until the 
master is fully buried in his beloved.

The elder vampire pauses a moment, drinking in every sensation. Nick, 
breathing in short gasps, gives an impatient noise and with demonic glee 
squeezes his master with his inner muscles. LaCroix cries out, incoherent, 
the nips his son's ear.

"Imp!" he breathes, his smile evident in his voice.

The older man pulls out, 'til only the purple, swollen tip of his organ is 
still within Nick's body, then slams back in, angling up to brush the 
maddeningly sensitive spot within. Nick cries out, hoarse, thrusting himself 
as hard as he can back against his master, then as he feels LaCroix begin the 
outward stroke, takes up the rhythm, pulling himself almost all the way off 
his master's cock, then plunging back again to meet his lover's in-stroke.

LaCroix feels climax building, in himself and his son, and reaches around to 
grasp Nick's cock, rock hard and weeping again, in his left hand. Timing it 
with is thrusts, he begins stroking Nick's swollen member. Nick, flings his 
head back and shouts his pleasure at the stimulation. 

"Oh yeah, so good."

"Tell me Nicholas."

"Come on, give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

LaCroix groans, aroused almost to climax by his son's words, and his thrusts 
lose their rhythm. He stabs his cock in short hard bursts into his son, with 
just enough presence of mind to keep up his stroking of Nick's shaft. 
Another half a dozen strokes of cock and hand and Nick is crying out, arching 
and spurting in his master's hand, his inner muscles wringing LaCroix' orgasm 
from him. LaCroix roars out his climax, slamming himself into his son.

In a last moment of lucidity LaCroix raises his semen covered wrist to his 
son's mouth and plunges his fangs into the side of Nick's neck, shuddering as 
the sweet ambrosia spurts across his tongue. Nick buries his fangs in his 
master's wrist, tasting at first his own salty essence, then convulsing as 
the powerful elixir of his master's blood shoots down his throat.

They taste first each other's climax, shuddering again as it reverberates 
through them. Then, they stiffen in ecstasy as each feels the life-essence 
of the other flowing through his veins. Long minutes pass as they share each 
other, fusing together into one being.

Then, slowly, each returns to himself. They reluctantly, withdraw their 
fangs, licking lovingly at the closing wounds. Simultaneously, without a 
word, Nick plants a tender kiss on his master's wrist as LaCroix kisses his 
son's neck. In a moment, they lie sleeping.

Fin.