Well.. I have finally worked up the courage to post my first ever story.. I hope you like it??


"Perchance to Dream"
by Lucifyra LaCroix


Adult: Graphic sex Nick and LaCroix

Thanks and bites to Tracy, Max, Sunny and Lorelei for their support and suggestions..
Permission to archive to JADFE if desired.

Unfortunately these character do not belong to me.. I am just borrowing them for a while to amuse..


Nick awoke with a start and looked at his clock - 2pm and he sighed as he had another 6 hours until he was due at the precinct.

"Damn these dreams' he thought to himself frowning. He'd been suffering from the same recurring dream for about two weeks now and it was really starting to wear him down. He'd thought about telling Natalie about it but had decided it wasn't wise. She'd probably start lecturing him again with the old, "well, if you'd stop drinking the animal blood" story again and he really didn't need that! His pyjamas were once again sticking to him and his sheets were damp stained blood red with sweat. He sighed again and decided to get up and have a shower to try and rid his mind of the dream. He padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stopping briefly by the mirror to glance at his reflection. He looked pretty bad, dark circles shadowed his eyes and a strained look masked face. He ran his fingers through his dishevelled blonde hair, stripped out of his pyjamas he stepped into the welcoming shower. As soon as the water hit his face he began to feel better and smiled slightly as he thought of the myth involving vampires and running water. That Bram Stoker guy sure did have some imagination! He let the invigorating water droplets pound onto his skin and closed his eyes. His euphoric state was shattered suddenly by the phone ringing. It rang a couple
of times then his answering machine kicked in. It was NatalieŠ.

"And how is my favorite homicide detective doing today? Just to remind you to try that new protein drink that I left in your refrigerator before you come into work tonight. And remember, I'll know if you just pour it down the sink!"


Nick sighed again and thought about the putrid-looking concoction she'd brought round the night before. It must be one of the most unappetising looking ones yet, being the color and consistency of cabbage water. He thought then about LaCroix and how he sneered when he heard that Natalie had made yet another blood substitute. Nick was well aware they both loved him, as he did them, but they also thought they knew what was best for him. Their opposing thoughts on that matter meant he was often stuck in the middle of their animosity towards each other and he found that very difficult to cope with.


He turned off the water and reached for his big crimson towel, wrapping himself in it, he stepped out of the shower and padded back over to the mirror to see if he looked any better. Wiping away the steam he thought he saw the reflection of LaCroix standing behind him. He spun round but there was no-one there. He turned back to the
mirror and this time seeing only his own reflection stared back at him. He rubbed his eyes, sniffed and walked back into the bedroom to dress.

Once dressed and with his hair dried he went over to the fridge and opened the door. Inside were a couple of bottles of cow blood and a little plastic pot with a lid, Nat's latest endeavour. He picked it up, removed the lid, sniffed it and grimaced.. a feeling of nausea rising in his throat. He replaced the lid and put it back, taking out one of the bottles he walked over to the sofa and sat down. Biting off the cork and spitting it out he then gulped down a couple of mouthful's of the blood. He closed his eyes and laid his head back onto the back of the sofa.

He was awakened by the soft caress of a hand running through his hair. He didn't move or open his eyes but a smile came to his lips as he enjoyed the sensation. Natalie must have let herself in, he thought as another hand joined the first in stroking, he sighed peacefully. One of the hands moved to rub his cheek and a tapered finger ran slowly over his bottom lip. He opened his lips slightly and the finger entered his mouth running over the surface of his bottom teeth. He touched the intruding fingertip gently with the tip of his tongue and with that the finger went deeper into the depths of his mouth. He sucked softly on it at first and then more forcefully. He'd never known Nat to be so bold! It surprised and excited him and he felt a rush of sensation to his groin. He kept his eyes shut as the other hand was now lying across them like a blindfold. Neither party spoke a word. As he sucked on the finger his desire grew stronger and he felt his fangs begin to bud, this worried him slightly and he stopped sucking and pushed the finger out
of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. The hand covering his eyes didn't move as the first one ran down his chin and across his jaw gently pushing his head to the left. It traced a line down the side of his neck and he heard its owner give a sudden sharp intake of breath. The fingers moved to the front of his throat and undid the first few buttons of his shirt pushing the material aside. He felt the hardness growing in his groin and smiled again, eyes still tightly shut under the cool hand. The only sound in the room was his breathing, which was becoming faster. The hand moved away from his neck and then, with a slight jump, he felt soft lips on the side of his jaw, gently kissing, moving down the side of his neck. He gasped aloud. Never had he known her to be this risqué! His fangs were now completely out and he had to stop himself from biting his own lip in pleasure and frustration as the lips parted and a tongue flicked and
tasted the skin of his neck. The hardness in his pants was now almost unbearable and he squirmed in his seat. It longed to be released as did his beast. He felt the breath on his now wet skin giving the sensation of goose pimples as the sensitivity increased. The hand that was covering his eyes now moved down and slipped down the neck of his shirt, stroking down until it was on his left nipple. It stopped there and the thumb and forefinger began to squeeze and
pull at the erect bead of flesh. He squirmed more and began to breath quicker, the tension in his crotch now almost beyond control. Still he kept his eyes closed. The tongue on his neck began to lick faster and push harder into his jugular vein as the thumb and finger slid across his chest to his right nipple and began working on that which was already hard as a rock. Suddenly he felt the skin on his neck punctured by two fangs! He started and opened his eyes looking at the arm that lay across his chest. A black sleeve! This wasn't Natalie at all!


"LaCroix??!"

He felt the pulling, sucking of his blood and in turn he pulled the arm in the black sleeve from out of his shirt, yes, there on the little finger of the oh so white, sculptured hand was the familiar signet ring! He could hardly believe it. LaCroix, here, now, doing this?! It was too bizarre for words, and yet he was enjoying these sensations so much! He wondered if LaCroix was aware of the bulge in his pants as much as he, himself was? His fangs ached and he longed
to bite down so he pulled LaCroix's wrist towards his face, unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve, rolled it back and sank his fangs into the marble flesh sucking hard. He tasted it all in the blood.. the desire, passion, strength, denial, dominance, control, submission, anger, power and pain.. all the aspects of their eternal relationship. He became a little giddy with the outpouring of such emotion.. yet still the tension in his crotch longed for release. He felt the fangs withdraw from his neck gently and the lips kiss the two little wounds that were already beginning to heal. The hand went back to stroking his hair again as he continued to drink. Softly, caring, LaCroix's voice drifted to him in his reverie.

"Boire mon petit.. boire" the Roman purred.

Color's began to flash before Nick's eyes. First red then purple, blue, green and finally black. He withdrew his teeth with a gasp and let his head, once more, fall back onto the sofas back, eyes closed again for a moment.

When he opened them he was staring up into his father's icy blue eyes, looking down at him, a smile on the ancient's face. He started to speak..


"LaCroix... I..."
"Ssshhhh Nicholas. There is no need for words. Your blood told me all I needed to know" LaCroix answered
"you do not know how long I have waited for an opportunity to present itself" he continued.
"If I'd have known.... Natalie...." Nick struggled to find the words. He felt embarrassed and yet excited at the same time.
"You do not really think that any mortal can make you feel the way I can, do you?" LaCroix askedm a slight sneer in his tone. Nick knew that he would never feel this intensity with any human, not even Natalie. He felt ashamed even so of the fact he'd got sexually aroused by his Master, a vampire he'd spent so long trying to escape from! LaCroix came round the sofa and sat down beside Nick.


"You cannot deny what speaks for itself" the ancient said with a laugh, gesturing to Nick's pants which, to his annoyance, still showed a sizable bulge. Nick moved uncomfortably in his seat to try and disguise it and knew that, if he had been human he would have blushed.

"Let me relieve you of your burden" LaCroix said in a voice like liquid silk, and reached over towards Nick's pants, undoing the top button and slowly pulling down the zip. Nick sat there frozen in time, unable or unwilling to move, his mind screaming 'stop' but his mouth unwilling to utter the word. The Roman eased his hand down the front of Nick's underpants and wrapped it around his stiff member. He squeezed hard and Nick hissed. LaCroix smiled. He started to move his hand up and down with increasing speed. Nick glanced at LaCroix's groin area and noticed that there too was a bulge! Faster and faster went LaCroix's hand as Nick began to gyrate and pant. The ancient remained calm staring into his son's eyes until suddenly bending forward just as Nick came, shooting his crimson-tinged cum
onto LaCroix's lips, mouth and teeth. Nick growled as he came.


After a few moments LaCroix raised his head, licking his lips like a cat, then wiped his mouth with a black silk handkerchief he took from his pocket.

"Merci mon fils" he whispered to Nick.

Nick opened his eyes.. He was alone on his black leather sofa. He looked around the room, searching for his maker but there was no sign.
"Father?" He called to the silence.. No answer.

"Damn these dreams!" He said angrily to the emptiness. Frowning, he put his hands onto the sofa at his sides to push himself up to stand when he felt something unfamiliar. He looked down and saw a black silk handkerchief.. He picked it up and saw, embroidered in one corner in gold two initials..... LL.

The End

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