Subject: New Story for Archives/Nick&Lacroix Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 13:21:12 EDT From: Trekkinn To: ravensaerie@lantabooks.com This is pure Lucien and Nicholas. Vachon is simply an antagonist...someone to push Nicholas into a necessary state of lovely jealous rage...You already know what it is rated. Do I really have to tell you?? gail at TREKKINN@AOL.COM JEALOUS LOVE Another night at the Raven. It had been three months since LaCroix had contacted Nick. No more surprise visits to the police station. No more peeking through the sky light into Nick's loft, waiting for an invitation to come in. LaCroix was tired of waiting for Nick to come back. What he really needed was a diversion. Time to get some physical satisfaction. A little something tasty and distracting to take his mind off his son's intentional cruelty. Nick either ignored LaCroix or told him to get lost whever he atempted to restore some semblense of a relationship. LaCroix took a long look around the Raven. Who could fit the bill. Who might like a night of unbridled, unemotional bloodfilled lust? Well....well. LaCroix watched him walk into the Raven. A lovely diversion indeed. A beauty to be sure. Passionate, intense, masculine, and just a little bit afraid of LaCroix. A little attracted to the old master as well. Perfect. Nick planted a friendly kiss on Natalies cheek as he strolled into her lab. "Well, Detective, you're in a better mood tonight." Nick looked indignant at the remark. "What do you mean Nat?" "Are you kidding, Nick. You've been on pins and needles for months." "That's crazy Nat. I'm my same old charming self. Is the report on the last homicide done yet?" She pointed at the desk, and he began to look through the finished forensic report. He suddenly felt goose bumps rise on his arms. "Something wrong with the report Detective?" "Ah..no..I just felt something....." Vachon was wearing his usual garb...a black leather jacket, white long sleeved shirt underneath, tight black jeans. LaCroix looked him over carefully. Vachon's hair was thick, long, and black. his skin was a beautiful olive tone, eyes the color of the Amazon, a full sensual mouth. Yes....he would do very nicely. Vachon immediately saw LaCroix staring ravsishingly at him. Vachon knew LaCroix had always been off limits. The relationship between Nick and LaCroix was intense, sexual in nature, and dangerous. True, Nick hadn't been around lately, but this was definitely going to get ugly. Everything between this father and son always did. But LaCroix was making it perfectly clear to Vachon that he wanted a little dalliance. Vachon had to admit, the old master was hard to resist. He got up and began to walk slowly over to LaCroix as LaCroix headed through a set of doors at the back of the Raven, to his own private living area. Natalie watched as Nick became increasingly more agitated. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Nick suddenly stared at Natalie with a knowing look on his face. "He's....he's...with someone." "Nick, WHO is with someone?" Nick tried to pull himself together. After all, it was his own fault. He'd made it perfectly clear to LaCroix that he wasn't coming back. So what if LaCroix was "Why am I getting myself so worked up then?" he muttered to himself. Nat just stood there, watching Nick fight some unseen demon. "Nick, if you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with you, so help me I'm going to kick your ass out of my lab." "Nat...you wouldn't understand. I don't even understand." Nick took a deep breath....as he felt LaCroix's passion rise, and Nick was becoming furious. "I want to make this clear to you Vachon. This is physical, nothing more." Vachon didn't care at that moment. His blood was on the boil, and he couldn't care less about sentimentality. "Look LaCroix, I don't give a damn about romance. Just get over here and LaCroix felt an electrical charge run through him. He hadn't often seen this kind of open sexuality. Not from Nicholas. "NICHOLAS"..."damn him." LaCroix hesitated for a moment..... <"NO.">...Nick couldn't hold the word back. Nat was getting angry now. "Nick, listen to me. You know I care about you deeply.. Tell me everything that is going on. I don't care what it is. I have to know once and for all. This is about LaCroix isn't it?" Nick wanted to tell her, but it would be too much for her to take..It would drive her away for sure. He looked at her in a way she had never seen before. Full clarity shone on his face. "If I tell you, you will be disgusted. I won't sugar coat it. I'll tell you everything. Do you understand?" She could see he had come to some kind of precipice, a ledge he was about to carry her over. "I want to know. There has to be some kind of resolution to this unending game that is being played here." "It's no game Natalie. It's my life, and his." Nick felt LaCroix had slowed down his lustful activities for a moment. It gave Nick time to tell Natalie enough to keep a blush on her face for the next two years. He began....."You know LaCroix brought me across, but even he doesn't know how much I wanted him, even before he took me. That night when Janette brought him to me...I thought Janette was all I wanted...But when LaCroix came to me, I knew...I knew..." "Nick, maybe you shouldn't go on....maybe...." <"NO, I have to finish this Nat..."> She sat in silence as he finally let her see who Nicholas really was..for the first time. "The thought of being with another man had never ocurred to me, but seeing him...OH NAT...he was so beautiful..." Nick began to blush red, the thought of LaCroix bringing the blood to his face. "When LaCroix looked at me that first time I saw everything I ever wanted...everything we could be together... reflected in his eyes. He bared his fangs to me, and I wasn't afraid. He made me tremble with longing..I wanted him so...." Natalie said nothing. She had always known in some part of her mind, that this was the truth...This was the thing that tore at Nick, and tortured LaCroix. She had to let him finish. "I can't tell you in words what it was like the moment we became one. It was so terrifyingly exquisite. It frightened me from that first moment. From that first moment I held myself back, afraid of giving him too much...And he wanted so much from me, Nat. Do you understand me? We were more than father and son...more than lovers. We drank each other in...we explored each other's souls. Our minds sang to each other, but I never really let him touch my heart, and I was afraid to touch his. So I ran...and I kept running. I thought becoming mortal again was my salvation, but I was ...Oh God Nat. I'm so sorry." "Nick." she said gently, "I've always known. In some place in my heart, I always knew. You have a decision to make now. You can't play with LaCroix any more. You can't hide from the truth, and I won't watch you torture yourself or him anymore. Nick could feel LaCroix's passion begin to escalate again. He was glad he couldn't sense who the other lover was. Nick was sure if he knew, he would rip him apart out of sheer uncontrolled jealousy. Natalie saw Nick tense. She could see his rage and jealousy begin to consume him. She decided to help him, no matter how she felt about it. "Listen to me Nick. This is not LaCroix's fault, and it isn't the fault of whoever he is with at this moment." You and LaCroix are connected by a mental link, aren't you?" "Natalie, you know we are. I mean.. "Stop yelling at me Nick and listen! YOU have to stop him yourself. If you can sense him , then he can sense you. Tell him through the link to stop!! But...if you stop him now, you can't hide from him any longer, or from yourself. You'll have to show him that heart of yours, Nick. And..you have to stop being afraid." There's nothing to be afraid of Nick...nothing but that cold place you hold so close to your heart. Let it go." Nick couldn't believe Natalie's words. She understood everything. "Nick, I'm leaving the lab. You'll need to be alone to concentrate. You have to tell him to stop and mean it. But, then..." She hesitated for second...."But , then you have to go to him. And no looking back." Nick suddenly felt an undeniable urgency to comunicate his feelings to LaCroix. He didn't want another second to go by. "Natalie, I don't know how to...thank you." "Just go to him Nick, before he ravishes that other lover!!!" She had to smirk at her own remark. She suddenly got up, kissed Nick on the cheek, and walked out. Now he was alone with this thing. He could feel LaCroix's hands begin to touch soft yeilding flesh, and he would be damned if he was going to let someone other than himself be the recipient of such attentions. He used all of his mental resources to send two words. He wanted to scream them out loud, but instead he screamed them across their 800 year old mental link. <"PLEASE...STOP!!">. LaCroix peeled Vachon's jacket off, opened the top buttons of the crisp white shirt, and began to kiss a small trail of heat across Vachon's neck. He wanted to stow thoughts of Nicholas into some far recess of his mind. This seemed like a good way to do it. Vachon began to respond slowly. Then it crashed down on him, making him stagger back. Nick's impassioned plea cut through the link with a vengeance. LaCroix's head rang from the impact of Nick's words. Not only that...Nick was coming...He could feel his son take flight, and he was heading straight to the Raven. "What the hell is wrong, LaCroix?" Vachon was in no mood for more father-son bullshit. "I'm sorry Vachon." LaCroix purred in a low deep growl, but it seems my plans have suddenly changed, and I don't think you'll want to be here when my son arrives." "You know what LaCroix....You can both go to hell. I hope you kill each other." Vachon left in a fury. "Oh...don't worry.." LaCroix said to no one in particular...."no one will be killed here tonight..unless you count that little death I am so fond of." LaCroix just waited. Nick walked through the club without looking at a single soul, and no one was about to get in his way. He walked into LaCroix's room and hesitated. LaCroix was alone. Nick's eyes were two glowing yellow flames. LaCroix stood to meet him, and at that moment, not one word was spoken between them. Everything was being said through that burning link. Nick was in torment. It was that moment of truth. That one moment he'd been avoiding for centuries. He remembered Natalie's words. "Don't look back." He faced LaCroix, moving into that small safety-zone of space between them. LaCroix had to let Nick make the decision by himself. He did not interfere or move. Nick's arms rose towards his father. He wasn't sure himself what he wanted to do, but he needed...wanted to..... The first touch was like fire as Nick moved his hands over LaCroix's arms. Then he moved them back down and took LaCroix's hands into his own. It had been so long since they had touched in such a way. Nick let LaCroix's hands drop and put his arms around his master. The feel of LaCroix's body against his own was almost too much to bear. His familiar scent was intoxicating. LaCroix's eyes closed at the embrace. He very slowly returned the embrace, rubbing his hands up and down Nick's back, pulling his son closer..tighter into his arms. A slow, steady rise of passion rose between them. It was the dance they had almost forgotten. A rhythm that had slipped away from them over the recent centuries. They could feel each other's painful desire through their clothing. LaCroix began to undress his son slowly, no ripping of cloth, no wild confusion. He opened Nicholas' shirt, revealing the smooth pale skin. He kissed the delicious neck, moving his hands over the pale cool chest. Nick's nipples were erect, the skin on his chest all goose bumps. LaCroix touched the nipples gently, playing with them between his fingers. His kisses becoming more frenzied. Nick let out a long...deep..moan. "OOOOHHHH GOD...YES." LaCroix looked deeply into those eyes. There were no boundaries in them, no hesitation. LaCroix pulled his son over to the large inviting bed. He laid him down gently and removed all of Nick's clothing. "Oh Gods Nicholas, you are so beautiful." LaCroix got undressed and lay beside his offspring. He moved his hand down to Nick's straining erection. Nick moaned with desire. "Oh, please father. I need you so badly. I've been such a fool. Everything..I want everything from you, and I want to give you everything that I am...everything that I have in return." LaCroix was on top of Nicholas now. He wanted to taste that mouth, so full and needy. He brushed his son's lips with his own, and Nicholas parted his lips gently, letting LaCroix's tongue slip inside. Their erections rubbed against one another's, the friction was so intense, so delicious. LaCroix's tongue slipped deep into his son's mouth, Nicholas' tongue wrapping around LaCroix's. Their fangs were fully descended, and their tongues were penetrated by each other's aching fangs. The blood...Oh, the taste was beyond description. It fed them, joined them, fulfilled them like that first night together so long ago. Only this time, Nicholas would not hold back. It was too much, and they both came in a torrid rush against each other, tasting the powerful orgasm in their blood. But it wan't enough. They lay together, sweating and breathing hard to catch their breath. LaCroix rose for a moment, and came back with a warm wet towel. He cleaned himself off, and then gently cleaned his son. He wiped the blood-sweat from his son's forehead, and the blood tinged wetness from his body. Then he joined his son again. He was on top of Nicholas running his fingers through the damp blond curls. Nicholas moved his hands over LaCroix's body, moving down to his beautiful ass. "I want you inside me LaCroix. I want to feel you come inside my body and straight through to my heart." "His heart..."LaCroix had been waiting for centuries to hear those words. "I will never turn back, father. I'll never be afraid of your love again." The kisses began again. Heat upon heat. Like an inferno. LaCroix took the breath out of Nicholas, and moved his mouth to his son's chest. He sucked the nipples, licked them, and nipped them lightly, drawing drooplets of sweet blood. Nick was a gonner. He couldn't think. He could only respond. LaCroix inserted one finger slowly into his son's beautiful ass, moving in and out, loosening those long neglected muscles. Nick moaned with desperation, lifting his hips to meet each gentle thrust. It wasn't enough. LaCroix slipped two then three fingers into his son's aching heat. <"PLEASE...FATHER..DON'T MAKE ME WAIT!> Nicholas was beyond reason. "Oh, don't worry Nicholas. I won't make you wait." LaCroix pulled his fingers out of his son's body, and Nick moaned with the loss. Then LaCroix took a small bottle of oil from the table by the bed and poured it gently over Nick's beautiful ass, rubbing the oil down and inside his tight entrance, then rubbed it over his own hard erection. It warmed immediately on Lacroix's sensitive skin. Nick was in tears at this point. He was too far gone to care, and he had no desire to hide anything he felt from his master. "Easy mon cher...easy. I'm here for you. I've always been here." With those words he pushed gently inside his desperate son. Oh...that first moment of pleasure. That tight wet body that he loved so deeply. Nicholas was like an open flower to LaCroix. He begged for more. "Deeper father..PLEASE. I want all of you." LaCroix pushed all the way in.."OH GODS." It was too good to be true. Nicholas was meeting every thrust with abandon. He was lost in the pleasure. LaCroix took his son's hard, straining erection in his own oiled hand and masturbated him to the same rhythm of his own increasingly powerful thrusts. There was a point beyond the scope of pleasure, where no mortal could dare to imagine. As they reached that unspeakable moment, LaCroix sank his painfully aching fangs deep into the soft willing neck of his own true son. Nicholas responded in kind, his trembling fangs puncturing his master's throat. Oh..how they drank as they both reached an orgasm so intense it blinded them to everything else in the world. They drank and drank, filling themselves on the passion and lust of the other. They exchanged all their blood and drank it back again. They began to touch that place, that place that had terrified Nicholas in the past. Now Nicholas reached for it, begged for it, looked into the very soul of his master, and he found it there. Centuries of heart-wrenching love filled him...carried him in its powerful arms...carried him through waves of pleasure that threatened to kill him. But Nicholas never let go, as they died together...over and over...and LaCroix came deep inside him.... All he had...All he was, spilled deep into the son that was his very existence. And LaCroix pushed on and on until he pushed through to the soul of his beloved son...until finally he pushed straight into his very heart. This time they would never part. With all my undying love........-gail