Please archive: "The Price Paid" Nick/LC Graphic-sex, violence Marcia Tucker scfimarci@aol.com "The Price Paid" A Forever Knight Erotica Story Copyright 1996 by Marcia Tucker =0D WARNING: if warning be needed - m/m graphic sex and violence =0D A study in Vampire Love - the Game of Adversarial Sex, as Aptly Demonstra= ted by Our Favorite Walking Orgasm and his Blonde Hormone. I think LaCro= ix would definitely find this sort of thing tons of fun, and even Nick...= yeah, Nick would definitely get off on this. On observing similar (thou= gh non-overtly-sexual) behavior in "Killer Instinct", I imagine that figh= ting (and possible consequences of same) is very much a part of their rel= ating to one another. Let's never forget - our buddies are VAMPIRES, pre= dators extraordinaire! =0D Time: Sometime after the episode "Fever" =0D Nick studied the movements of the other abstractedly from his position o= n the stairwell. LaCroix had been here twenty minutes already without st= ating his business, idly examining the furnishings as if Nick was not pre= sent. His obvious tension Nick found interesting, and he wondered how mu= ch longer this was going to take. Something in their link together was s= ubtly throbbing in a way Nick had not sensed in a very long time. He watched as fists clenched and unclenched, shoulders squared and minut= ely sagged, the muscles beneath the black cloth taut and primed for... wh= at? Nick thought, though he was already recognizing= certain signs. = Subtle stirrings within his own body betrayed him. Nick swore s= oftly. But he already knew th= at answer. LaCroix knew intimately what was going on in his son. Knew t= hat recent events had disturbed both of them in ways they did not want to= acknowledge. The master/child bond between them had been subsequently d= oing *something* to drive LaCroix here to do something about it. = Nick knew him so well - saw so plainly the naked emotions that played th= rough the tall body, that patrician visage. Threat of loss had sharpened= them beyond normal limits. Nick did not like to think about how LaCroix= truly felt about him, but it was clear that he would have to face it now= =2E And face his own dark yearnings as well. = he thought, deciding at last to move= this thing forward. The inevitability of this encounter was something h= e accepted easily. The timing was just a surprise. Nick suddenly flew f= rom his perch on the stairwell to stand in front of LaCroix, who was pret= ending to study the dragon figurine on the fireplace mantle. "LaCroix...= " he murmured, deliberately lowering his voice. The sudden presence of his son and the sound of his name on his son's li= ps had their intended effect. Nostrils flared in realization that the ti= me had at last come. And that Nicholas accepted that fact. "Nicholas," = he murmured in like, lifting his eyes to meet the other's. "I did not ex= pect you would make the first move." "Didn't you." Nick's voice was slightly hard and cutting, just enough t= o forward the edge building between the two vampires. "Twenty minutes of= checking out the loft and you didn't expect me to do anything." "It's been so long, my dear child," LaCroix said slowly, a quirky, amuse= d smile forming on his lips. "I thought I would have to eventually assis= t your memory." Nick's eyes narrowed. He stood barely a foot away from his master, who,= though slouching, appeared to tower over him. "There's nothing wrong wi= th my memory, and if you think you can so casually call me 'dear,' you're= sadly mistaken." "This is no casual encounter, then?" LaCroix inquired, his eyes gleaming= =2E This could end up being far, far better than he'd hoped. Now that h= is son stood before him, he could let his gaze linger where it willed - a= nd it willed to linger in a number of places - the line of his neck, his = hands, the set of his shoulders, his crotch... "Casual!" Nick barked a laugh in derision. "There is utterly nothing c= asual about you, LaCroix. You came for a specific purpose." LaCroix glanced up again at the face of his creation. The man's beauty = was breathtaking: the high forehead, the glittering blue eyes with just a= touch of gold, the golden halo of hair, the wide, sensual lips... his gl= ance lingered rather longer on the lips. "Nicholas. You know exactly wh= at I want. What I desire. Circumstances of late have eroded my ability = to leave you alone. Loss has..." He stopped. This must be done slowly.= Nick was watching his lips as well, but now looked up to meet his eyes a= gain. "Loss has what? Reminded you of how precious life is?" His tone = was ironic. "Something like that. One life in particular. One life that I crafted = to last for an eternity." LaCroix murmured, his voice low and intense. = He edged nearer. Without being completely aware of it, Nick had edged nearer as well unti= l there was little more than six inches between them. "You've never adeq= uately paid the price for that little bit of crafting," he snapped. He w= as feeling the danger build in him, feeling the physiological priming of = his vampiric body for what was going to be similar to a hunt. The predat= or was coming to the fore, released for tonight, and Nick was going to le= t it. = LaCroix stirred, nostrils flaring, his lips firming into a set line. "A= nd what price would that be, pray tell?" he asked sarcastically. The dan= ger was allowed to rise in him as well, a delicious internal teasing in w= hich he thrilled. = Nick was close enough to feel his master's cool breath on his face. He = closed his eyes briefly, tasting the nearness, then positioned himself ev= en closer yet, lifting his chin so that his lips were barely two inches f= rom the other's. "I'll think of something," he whispered, looking at the= lips so near his. In the next instant, LaCroix was sailing across the room to land heavily= on his back, landing somewhere by the bookshelf. He was smiling. This = was more like it! But before he could get up, Nick was abruptly standing= over him. "This takes careful thought," his protege muttered and then w= as grasping LaCroix by the clothes and hauling him to his feet. The elder vampire shoved his son away from him. "Devious thing," he bit= out as he noticed with delight how the fine soldier's body kept its bala= nce. "You risk danger of a sort you do not want to suffer, Nicholas!" H= e advanced and shoved again, but this time Nick kept his footing even bet= ter, grabbing LaCroix's arm and whipping him around to face away from him= =2E As LaCroix momentarily flailed, Nick caught his other arm and pinned= it against his chest. Holding him thus - knowing all the while that the= other was purposely allowing this - Nick let the change wash through him= =2E "You want me to suffer your danger, LaCroix," he rasped, holding the str= aining vampire tight against his body. "You long to let it loose upon me= ! Better then that I should let you taste of the danger you put into you= r child. You made *this* -" and he punctuated the statement with an addi= tional twist of the arm he held behind the other's back - "and it is only= right that you should know what it is you have made!" With a grunt Nick forced the other to his knees, still holding his arms = tightly, LaCroix struggling only enough to make it difficult for him. Ho= lding his master thus, Nick positioned his groin at the other's ass, pres= sing the bulge in his pants against the other's crack. With obscene gent= leness, he thrust against LaCroix a handful of times. With a yell, LaCro= ix finally broke loose - which he of course could have done at any time -= smacking Nick hard to the floor and flying up to the upper level, out of= reach. Nick lay for a moment where he'd fallen, a wicked smile growing. "Took = you long enough," he commented. He rolled over onto his side, his legs a= part suggestively. "You're not going to get what you want up there," he = added seductively, laying his hand against his body a couple inches above= his groin while he leaned on the other. LaCroix, inflamed, roared briefly and swooped back downstairs. Abruptly= he was standing over Nick's body, looking down at him venomously with go= lden eyes. "What I want I will take where I want it, and when I want it,= " he growled, then stepped aside as he kicked at Nick's nearest leg. But= Nick had squirmed away, then rolled back and up to his knees. Before La= Croix could react further, Nick's hands were at his belt, worrying the bu= ckle open. That was as far as Nick got before his master hit him hard, s= ending him sprawling again. The master vampire lunged, but Nick was far from ready to be so casually= taken. He flew out of reach once, twice, but LaCroix caught him on the = third attempt, crashing his full weight on him in the middle of the stair= s. Immediately Nick's arms were pinned above his head. The younger vamp= ire snarled angrily, but relaxed minutely, more interested at the moment = in a little more physical contact than further flight. Despite the inter= est, he of course put up a bit of a struggle. His master shifted his pos= ition on top of his writhing body so that his groin was firmly pressed ag= ainst the other's. "Nicholas," LaCroix growled softly, showing him his f= angs, "you can never escape me! You want me to taste your danger - I wil= l. I will taste of as much of you as I wish - " as he spoke he leaned fo= rward to maneuver his face closer to his again - "...for as long as I wis= h and as hard as I wish..." = Nick spat blood at him, catching him by surprise so that he released him= altogether. As Nick squirmed away, LaCroix started laughing. "Nicholas= ! Creativity at last!" But he caught his son by the back of his belt as= he scrambled away, and hauled him back to him. "Nice try - now, wouldn'= t you like to clean up the mess you made?" Roughly he rolled Nick back o= ver again. But his creation wasn't about to acquiesce so easily and finally put up = a healthy struggle to get free. LaCroix suddenly had a fight on his hand= s as the two wrestling vampires crashed down the stairs together. Abrupt= ly things had gotten deadly serious as both fought in earnest, becoming a= black blur of limbs and fangs and - for the first time - blood splashed = from mutual scratches. That neither had bit the other yet was an indicat= ion that the fight was not their ultimate goal. = They were saving that. Nick, yelling, broke free finally, scrambling to his feet and backing aw= ay, panting. His red eyes glared as he licked blood from his hands. His= , unfortunately. "You know, of course, LaCroix," he rasped as the other = began to circle him in preparation for the next attack. "that to get me = you're going to have to take me by force." The other laughed. "So that is the price for making you - that to have = you I must take you by force? I can take you at any time, Nicholas, but = the sweet irony is that you want me to take you so badly - that you want = to be taken hard!" The brutality was, paradoxically, cleansing, a vampire's natural way of = releasing tension. And Nick was, he knew, tense, so tense that he was ne= arly incompetent at work these days. Tracy had berated him for ignoring = their paperwork, Reese and Natalie had complained about his absentmindedn= ess and lack-luster work habits. Since the demonic possession - or possi= bly longer - things had been falling apart, slowly but surely. Now, this= =2E He knew he needed it. = He needed to be laid, bad. And so did LaCroix. The mutual desire in th= eir link had drawn them together this night like moths to a flame. They = had to burn out their frustrations in each other's bodies. The other alt= ernative to the problem - killing - was not an option for Nick, and an in= convenience to LaCroix. "This is more about need than want, LaCroix," Nick snarled at him. LaCroix was just out of arm's reach, still circling. "Oh? I doubt that= ! You can't stand there and tell me that you don't want to take it out o= n my body what I've done to you! Which, I delight in reminding you, YOU = asked for!" Nick flinched, but stood his ground. He wasn't about to argue the issue= further. He did not want the situation to dissolve over semantics. He = needed - all right, *wanted* - LaCroix, his cock rigid and straining agai= nst his zipper. As did his master, whose front displayed the same want. "Fuck you," Nick growled. "If you can," LaCroix growled back as he paused to face him. "Or I'll f= uck you first. Does this mean you're ready to get down to business?" With a roar, Nick launched himself at his master, hitting him square in = the chest. They landed with a skid up against the elevator door. Nick p= lanted his elbow against the other's sternum and, growling deep in his ch= est, bent to his groin where he took the cloth of his pants into his teet= h. Shaking his head, he tore the pants apart, did the same to the briefs = beneath, laying his master's groin bare. LaCroix was softly chuckling to= himself. "I do so love when you manage a little style, Nicholas," LaCroix said wi= th a smirk. He levered his groin up as his son spit out pieces of cloth.= "Now that you've got it, Nicholas, what are you going to do with it?" Nick, seeing that the fight was over for the moment, released his chest = and slid down further, positioning himself lower. He lay draped over the= other's legs, his head at the exposed crotch. Making soft noises still = in his throat, Nick glanced up along the length of LaCroix's body to meet= his gaze. "Maybe nothing," he teased, unsmiling. Their eyes locked for= a long minute, desire building again. Then a tongue flicked out to samp= le the immense, hard cock. LaCroix gasped at the feather touch, then moaned as his cock was suddenl= y engulfed in his son's mouth. One good, hard suck, and it was released = already. The elder vampire gaped to look down again and see the other do= ing nothing. Just grasping him by the hips and watching him. = "Oh, I see where this is going, you treacherous creature," LaCroix groan= ed. "I told you," Nick reminded him, offering a single brush of his cheek ag= ainst the rigid organ, "that I wanted you to fully understand what you ha= ve made." Another single tongue flick, another awful tease. "I taught you torture well, it seems," LaCroix commented through clenche= d teeth. "You are a good teacher, " Nick observed benignly then took the cock int= o his mouth again. For a long, wonderful 30 seconds he applied himself d= iligently to his task, then released the organ yet a second time. "Nicholas, please," LaCroix groaned. "Would you rather I stop?" Nick murmured, and kissed the tender undersid= e of the head of the cock. = The response was another groan. LaCroix was growing rapidly incoherent.= "I thought not," Nick added, and swallowed the cock a third time. Now he rose up, slipping his hands under his master's ass, concentrating= on sucking hard. After a few minutes of effort, he paused. "Nicholas!" the other screamed, exasperated. Mouth still full of cock, Nick did not reply, but smiled. He glanced up= along the length of the torso again to see his master glaring redly at h= im. Lowering his eyes again, he moved his mouth down, taking the organ i= nto his throat. At the same time, he felt with his fingers between the c= heeks of LaCroix's ass, finding the hole. He heard a sharp gasp of anger= above him. But he was safe - no way would his master stop him with fang= s in such close proximity to his cock - in fact, to remind him, Nick cut = him slightly. LaCroix, thus warned, squirmed carefully as his wicked son's fingers ent= ered his anus. Simultaneously the sucking resumed just as the fingers pu= shed in deeper, winning a long, deep moan from him. Gently at first, the= n more insistently, then LaCroix was crying out as Nick's efforts were ab= ruptly hard - the hard sucking coupled with the hard thrusting. He writh= ed with the pleasurable sensations but the other had an iron grip on his = ass. The best he could do was clutch desperately at his son's head. Bloodlust, not allowed to interfere before, was rapidly taking him over = - taking both vampires over. Nick was losing it, the little taste of his= master's blood pushing him to a complete abandonment to his vampiric des= ires. He invaded LaCroix's ass even deeper, thrusting more of his finger= s inside, sucking with all his might on the throbbing cock filling his mo= uth and throat, the dual aches in his own cock and in his fangs nearly un= bearable. Then, without warning, LaCroix was spurting deep into his thro= at, roaring, fingernails clawing at him, scratching the sides of his face= deeply. Nick held on with an effort, sucking him dry, swallowing the bl= oody semen, which had no lessening effect on his bloodlust. It was the n= eed to bite as much as the need for blood, and he would have to feed soon= =2E *They* would have to... LaCroix, balls drained, desperately pulled Nick = off his cock at last, pulling him up against his torso. Cloth was ripped= away from necks by both vampires. As one they each sank their fangs dee= p into the neck of the other, the need to feed for the time being overwhe= lming the sexual desire. = A measure of peace flooded them for the moment, given over totally to fe= eding. Nick had slid his arms around the other and held on tight, conten= tedly drinking the blood of his master. What he tasted in the other was = the full measure of LaCroix's intense love and desire for him, drowning h= is senses. And LaCroix, at last feeding from the font of his creation, t= asted in same the intense love of life that he found so irresistibly into= xicating. Love for him? Undeniably. Love that Nick could not escape, t= hough he'd tried to for so, so long. It was there, rich, full, and it wa= s his ultimate gift back to his maker. The sharing of blood, while laced with love, was still slave to larger f= orces still operating between master and child. Forces that had far more= to do with vampire physiology than emotional attachment. LaCroix broke = free first, Nick's blood dripping from fangs and chin, as he gasped from = the strength of the lust taking him over. Nick, moaning, withdrew reluct= antly and lifted his head to meet the gaze of the other. What he saw in = his master's visage was frightening and he knew that the time of taking h= ad come. He was equally as frightening to LaCroix, who beheld a glaring d= emon child who reminded him far too much of the Nicholas who had actually= been possessed by a demon a few months ago. There was only one thing to= do now - take or be taken. These were both supreme takers, vampires. W= ho then would be taken? Nick lurched away from him, backing up as far as the kitchen area, freei= ng himself of the rest of his tattered clothes as he did so. He needed n= o encumbrance to give the other an advantage. That is, more of an advant= age. Nick knew full well that in these encounters LaCroix utilized his a= dvanced age, superior skills and strength to get what he wanted. And Nic= k was further disadvantaged by his erratic diet. Though he'd had more hu= man blood in past months than in decades, he still fed on cow blood rathe= r more often, which was going to prove a weakness that his master would u= ndoubtedly exploit. Slowly LaCroix arose from the elevator door. Likewise, he divested hims= elf of the remainder of his clothes, hooded eyes watching his son warily = all the while. Drinking from Nicholas had only sharpened his appetite fo= r *all* of him. He wanted to pierce that sweet bottom, fucking Nick's as= s hard, taking his frustrations with Nick's lifestyle out on his body. H= e wanted to make Nick bleed profusely from bites and scratches, even to t= earing into the firm immortal flesh. But he was deeply, deeply thrilled = at what Nicholas had already done and wanted more of it. = Nick drew his breath in sharply, reading all that only too clearly in th= eir link. While LaCroix's blood had spoken rather more of love, there wa= s none of that now in the link, his eyes, nor his demeanor. Now there wa= s only violence. Nick's only chance now was to respond in same. He was = going to have to let the darkness in him take over completely. "So much = for love," he growled, backing away even more as the other began his appr= oach. "Yes, so much for love," LaCroix spat back, irate. "You cannot escape me= , Nicholas, cannot avoid what must be." In the beginning of their relationship Nick saw such encounters as these= as an evil invasion but over the course of nearly eight centuries he now= had a better perspective on it. LaCroix was forcing Nick to defend hims= elf. Just his luck to get a vampire master so ruthlessly thorough in his= education. He had three choices now. If he let LaCroix just take him, = he'd have to suffer the consequences. If he fought LaCroix to an adequat= e level, he would win a measure of mercy that he could live with. Or... = he could get creative. Creative would either get him killed or get him inside LaCroix's ass. T= he former would stop this nonsense forever. Never mind that it had been = at least two centuries since they'd done this. It would be the end of it= , and of Nick. LaCroix, however, was not about to kill his favorite. Lu= cky Nick. Maybe. So, he'd have to take the creative route that would ge= t his cock where he wanted it. Quite a trick, that would be. But he did= have an idea. An insane idea that might get him killed anyway. Abruptly Nick had grabbed one of the chairs beside him and cracked it ha= rd against the kitchen table, shattering it into pieces. He turned the w= ooden chair leg he had left in his hand point first toward his master. "= We'll see about escape," he growled. LaCroix, at first startled, dissolved into laughter. "And what are you = going to do with THAT, Nicholas?" he chortled. To Nick's dismay, the an= cient vampire turned around and waggled his bare ass at him, talking over= his shoulder. "Is this where you want to put that, Nicholas? I assume y= ou chose it because of its size. You certainly wouldn't want to bother p= utting that paltry little dick of yours up me!" Wryly Nick glanced down at his substantial, semi-erect 9" cock. "You ne= ver could compare with me, LaCroix - it's the only reason you tease me ab= out it. But never mind your penis envy. I'm taking you this time. Afte= r all, I've already killed you once." And he slapped the stake against h= is palm as a reminder, smiling a fey, rather evil smile. The master vampire narrowed his eyes at his child. "Talk, talk - all yo= u do is talk, Nicholas." He slapped his behind. "You want it, you're go= ing to have to come and get it. But my shaft will be up your ass first!"= The smile deepened, slyly, then Nick had swiftly launched himself into t= he air. LaCroix straightened, looking, then whirled around as his son la= nded behind him. He had barely a second to step aside as the stake pierc= ed the air where his heart had just been. And jumped again to avoid a se= cond slash. = Abruptly the chase was on! Nick did not hesitate one second in pursuit = of his master, lunging this way and that, flying to attempt to trap him, = surprising him around corners, but every step of the way LaCroix was jus= t out of reach, tantalizingly. "I'm disappointed in you, Nicholas," he p= anted. He could not pause in keeping away from his relentless son. "You= don't need to stake me - what's the glory in winning such a clear advant= age?" "Staking you gives me a chance to get in a good fuck before my conscienc= e makes me pull it out again," Nick, still on the run, replied. LaCroix surprised his son by stopping cold in his tracks and slapping hi= s face, hard. Then he was out of reach again before Nick could react. "= Shame on you! You are admitting, then, Nicholas, that you cannot take me= from a position of disadvantage? That you can only do it by artificial = means - by staking or some such nonsense?" Now Nick stopped. His face still stung from the slap. he w= as thinking, breathing hard, He threw down the stake, sending it skittering across= the floor away from them both. "Oh, shit, LaCroix, I'm tired of this fo= olishness! Why can't we just take turns? Come to bed with me..." He made the mistake of looking away. In the next second, he was flying = backwards, LaCroix's arms around him. They landed hard with a sickening = crunch of bones somewhere in front of the couch. "Ouch," Nick observed from somewhere underneath the other vampire. "A little pain enhances the pleasure, Nicholas," LaCroix murmured, busy = managing Nick's arms while he tried to flip him over onto his stomach. B= ut his child, broken bones or no, had decided to fight him. Flipping Nic= k onto his stomach just wasn't going to get done, especially with his fan= gs running interference. A half-dozen bites had gotten in before LaCroix= lost control of Nick's arms again, finding himself levered back onto the= floor. = Interestingly enough he abruptly found himself pinned on his back, the e= ntire length of his son's body along his, his wrists pinned above his hea= d. But not more. He relaxed, looking up at the beautiful, blood-sweat s= tained, blonde-crowned visage of his ultimate creation. "Commercial brea= k, Nicholas?" he panted. Nick, also panting, smiled briefly. Already bones were knitting together= =2E "Something like that." Their faces were scant inches apart. Nick g= lanced down at the parted lips below him, so tantalizingly close. This w= as not, however, a time for sweet kisses. Below he was all too aware of = the rigid rod pressing into his lower belly, his own laying beside it, pu= lsing with blood. He was not yet in a position to win this, but he could= further the process in a way that might get the other to make a mistake.= = Abruptly his iron grip on the other's wrists had shifted as he brought L= aCroix's arms down to his side, lifting himself as he did so that his ent= ire weight was on those wrists and groin. Nick sighed, purposely, daring= even to close his eyes. As his master stared - he could feel the hot gl= are on his chest and nipples - he began to grind his hips against the oth= er, stroking both their cocks simultaneously. = LaCroix gasped at the sensation - delighted and bewildered. This was ag= ainst the rules - again! Earlier, when Nick had sucked him off, they had= not yet reached the really serious point in the game. Now, they were in= the thick of it. This was *not* acceptable. To maneuver him into a position to potentially bring him to orgasm witho= ut penetration countered the very purpose of the game, for without penetr= ation there could not be a winner. Though Nick had him immobilized, this= pleasuring, like that earlier, was much closer to love-making than sexu= al conquest - damn him! And, though he could likely break his son's grip= with effort, the sensations in his groin made that quite undesirable. O= f course he would want... "Nicholas - you're not playing fair..." Nick opened his eyes - gold - and looked down at his maker, still rockin= g and bucking against the other's groin. "No?" he rasped, a sly smirk o= n his face growing. "You don't like the way I play, LaCroix?" The elder vampire moaned - he wanted Nicholas and he wanted him badly -= he wanted that sweet, hard cock badly - nearly ready to throw away the g= ame for the sake of the pleasure rippling through his lower body. "Demon= - oh, that's so good - evil, damned creature..." He was nearly out of h= is mind with lust, drowning with desire, and was so close to lifting his = legs and letting the other's cock drive itself home - when suddenly he wa= s free. Astonished, LaCroix looked up to see Nick standing over him, that prince= of a cock rising high and firm before him. The body of the former Crusa= der was gleaming and utterly perfect, molded and muscular, completely hea= led of any injuries thus far endured.. It was a vision that smote the ve= ry old vampire deeply. Nick was not smiling. "You're right, LaCroix. I= 'm not playing fair." He stepped away from the other, who still lay ther= e, gaping at him. "But what about this is ever fair?" His tone was mock= ing, derisive. "You know what I think, LaCroix?" The other frowned. "What is that?" While Nick's voice was already deep and lovely, he knew well how to use = it to maximum advantage against his master, whom he knew would respond to= further seduction. Violence might get him what he wanted, but he doubte= d it. Better to maneuver LaCroix in a far more effective manner. What h= e had just done proved that LaCroix was highly susceptible to seduction. = After all, he had gone longer without sex with his son than at any other= time in their history together. he thought, considering the ot= her, "I think," he began, dropping the volume and timbre of his voice to a su= ltry whisper, "that you want my cock. You want it pounding inside you, L= aCroix. You want and need to be fucked so that you bleed." He glanced d= own at his impressive member, and wagged it suggestively at him, inviting= ly. = LaCroix sucked his breath in sharply. Of course he saw what Nicholas wa= s doing, but he couldn't help getting painfully hard thinking about his w= ords. And that voice! He stared up at that hard, glistening cock - his w= as already drippy in unbidden response - it was suddenly the most magnifi= cent thing he'd ever laid eyes on and of course... Angrily he got ahold = of himself a little better. "Nicholas, you will pay for this..." Nick wasn't concerned. "Eventually. Once we get past these charades, I= will gladly take all payment from you in bed. As will you from me. But= until then, the game is on still." He stood at ease, one hand on a hip,= his weight back on the same foot, eyes hooded. When he spoke again it w= as more of a hiss. "You see what you have made, LaCroix?" Slowly the ancient vampire rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving the = other's. "I see what I have made," he said, his voice hard and cutting. = "Don't you ever complain again about how I have tormented you - not when= you give me back in kind like this and in full measure!" They began circling one another at a distance of about four feet apart. = "I know what I have made, Nicholas! I have made a god like myself. We = are so much alike, you and I -" "We are nothing alike," came back the retort. A vehement shake of the head. "We are each other, Nicholas! As I have = said so often before. We are superior creatures to the mortal rabble on = which we feed -" "I no longer take them," Nick reminded him. Their eyes were locked toge= ther, each looking closely for any advantage offered. = "But you drink their blood again!" LaCroix spat back, mocking. "Your m= agnificent body must feast on their life's essence!" Nick broke the stare, unhappy with the reminder. He'd far rather fight = than talk if this old, tiresome thing between them was the topic of conve= rsation. But he looked back, needing to keep his attention focused on th= e other. "I am a vampire, LaCroix - I have returned to my nature as far = as I am able. You should be well satisfied." LaCroix *was* well satisfied, far more than he'd ever have expected to b= e. Nicholas had indeed seemed to be coming back to him at last, eschewin= g only the kill now. The rest was returning more and more every day - th= e addition of human blood to his diet, allowing his powerful desires some= expression - like this game. LaCroix knew his son, though still pining= after Janette, and still bearing lingering feelings for the mortal Dr. L= ambert, nevertheless allowed himself other liaisons such as his kind prac= ticed. Most notable of the latter was his occasional romps with Eva, the= vampire whom he'd tried to choke when possessed by a demon. Soothing he= r indignant feelings had been relatively easy, LaCroix remembered fondly,= for she'd been only too happy to pick up with Nicholas again. Yes, his = son would soon be back where he belonged, and this encounter could perhap= s seal that return! "I am satisfied, Nicholas," he sighed, allowing his gaze to range over t= he other's body. = Nick frowned, drawing his brows down in a scowl. "Then why this? Why n= ot just ask to share my bed?" A short laugh, almost a bark. "But that would be easy! I like fighting= with you, my lusty child, and you like this every bit as much but won't = admit it!" A wave of anger broke through the younger vampire, a surge of hate, larg= ely for his own self-betrayal. His resolve to regain his mortality had e= roded so much in the last few months and he could not make himself care e= nough about it. Though he knew he could never, ever return to killing, t= he rest had seemed to return on their own. LaCroix had told him, time af= ter time, that he would submit again to his nature - that it was inevitab= le. Nick hadn't believed him - until now. = He stood still, clenching his fists tightly, watching his master. Nostr= ils flared, mouth set, Nick was in full vampire mode, his fangs itching a= nd his eyes burning. His anger fueled his tension and he knew for certai= n that this game would play out in its entirety despite any resistance he= may still feel for what LaCroix had done to him - was doing to him. A l= arge part of him reveled in this adversarial sex play - the vampire, stra= ining for release. An ever decreasing part of him whimpered in feeble pr= otest. When did this happen? He already knew that - Schanke's death, th= e demon possession, getting his brain scrambled by a cop killer bullet, n= early dying from that vampire-killing disease, Janette... Janette. A st= ab of pain pulsed through him in the memory. = "Nicholas?" LaCroix inquired softly. He could see the thoughts churning= in his son's mind. He wanted to take his creation in his arms. He want= ed to knock him to the floor, immobilize him, and fuck him. He wanted Ni= cholas to tell him that despite everything, he loved him, and he wanted t= o tell Nicholas the same. Nicholas was now his only close child, since J= anette was no longer his. There had, of course, been no thought to findi= ng someone to replace her. Instead, his efforts to regain his son had gr= own. = A step closer - Nick backed off hastily. His senses were shunted into h= igh gear, sensing the resumption of their game. Behind him about 12 feet= away was the window - the blinds being all that kept the sunlight out. = He must not be trapped there. If LaCroix was sufficiently pissed off, it= would be not at all unusual that he would see to it that Nick suffered a= good smoking. Nick moved to his right, toward the fireplace, retreating= as yet no more than necessary. "Nicholas," LaCroix purred, and stepped again closer. He itched to touc= h the preternatural glory of the other, to slide his hands up his son's f= lanks and down around his cock, that beautiful cock. As Nicholas had sed= uced him earlier, now he would try the same tactic, let his equally beaut= iful voice do its magic on him. Nick almost smiled, seeing the change in tactics. A good mistake for La= Croix to make. The old one's desire for him far exceeded his own desire = for his master, and they both knew it. LaCroix burned for him, lusted fe= verishly after him, was clearly and had always been utterly obsessed with= him. When LaCroix stepped closer a third time, Nick did not retreat, bu= t held still. A surprised huff of breath escaped the other. LaCroix thought, disappointed. Hands now laid at repose against his thighs, Nick relaxed a little in a = pose of sexual invitation. He'd seen the other's surprise, and almost sm= iled. Instead, controlling his expression carefully, he wore a studied i= ndifference. To accent it further, he turned his head slightly and lifte= d his chin a little as if to present his throat for taking. LaCroix observed, impressed. Despite his knowledge of what Nick was doing, he couldn't help but= gaze at the sweetly offered neck, the graceful arc of throat inside whic= h lay the delicious essence of his son's life. If Nick had turned around= , bent over, and offered his ass for piercing, LaCroix couldn't have been= happier. he noted, thrilled. The = body before him, though deceptively relaxed, was prepared to react sudden= ly. = And so was his master. With a sharp, quick movement, LaCroix suddenly h= ad Nick by the throat, squeezing hard, then hoisting him up into the air.= "Time for more roughness, Nicholas - enough talk and enough posturing!"= He shook him like a rag doll, further irritated to see Nick smile. Enr= aged, he tossed his son at the nearest window. The smile was effectively= wiped off Nick's face as he was subjected to streams of sunlight as the = blinds were dislodged momentarily. Screaming, Nick fell in a heap below t= he window. LaCroix kicked him in the side, hard. "That for your seducti= ve wiles, demon child!" And walked away, laughing. It took a supreme effort for Nick to rouse himself, still smoking slight= ly, but he knew that he could not wait to heal. He lifted his head to pe= er over at where his master had gone. Grimacing, he summoned all the inn= er strength he could, and abruptly launched himself at LaCroix's back, ju= st missing the grand piano as they fell in a heap on the floor. Nick did= n't waste any time, already sinking his fangs into LaCroix's neck just as= they landed. Abruptly he'd also had the other's arms pinned to his side= s, his arms around his waist. = LaCroix fought him, but in his haste, trying to maneuver under Nick, ope= ned his legs in an attempt to rise to his knees. It was his undoing, for= as his legs separated, the hard shaft pressing at his ass suddenly found= its way free, and Nick, astonished, drove his cock home in a tremendous = thrust of his hips. As their legs were now tangled, he was able to leave= it there, deep in LaCroix's ass, far more interested in the blood he was= so lustily sucking, his master's blood, now exploding with mixed indigna= tion for being so taken and exaltation that his son at last proved to him= how much he deserved his special attention. And also in the blood - unavoidable - love. It was the only reason why = LaCroix hadn't immediately thrown Nick off him. Though he'd lost the ga= me, he'd won the taste he'd been waiting for, the psychic backwash coming= back to him through the two points of fire at his neck. Still... he'd l= ost.. He didn't like losing. A minute later, Nick was withdrawing his fangs. He relaxed against his = master's body, relieved that the worst of this whole ordeal was over. La= Croix lay stiff beneath him, unmoving, all struggles ceased. "Nicholas."= "Yes..." Nick's own voice sounded distant to him. His head was nestled = against his master's back, his eyes closed. "Either take it out or finish it," LaCroix advised through clenched teet= h. A pause to consider his options. "What would you like me to do?" A pause to consider his options. "If I let you finish here, will you le= t me return the favor upstairs, Nicholas?" "Oh, yes..." A long, languid sigh. "I may have my way with you?" LaCroix was smiling, beginning to relax. "Of course," Nick responded, caressing his master's neck with one hand a= s he levered himself up with the other. His cock, still hard, began to m= ove deeper very slowly. "I may do anything I wish?" "Of course not." Nick wasn't that much out of it so as to not recognize= the trap. There would be no punishment by his master for what he'd done= =2E Nick had won the game fairly, and by their own rules, set down over = seven hundred years ago, they would now retire to make love. No more bru= tality. = "Very well, Nicholas," LaCroix sighed, enjoying the easy sliding of the = princely cock in and out of him. When Nick pulled on his waist, he rose = up to his knees to make it easier for him. All adversarial tension had b= een released between them. The press of hands at his waist, the occasion= al kisses that dropped on his shoulders were light and loving. The game = was over. Nick's driving thrusts increased in intensity until both were moaning lo= udly. LaCroix rejoiced both in the pleasure his protege's organ was givi= ng him, and in the knowledge that he had his Nicholas back, his favorite,= his pet. At least for today - he knew well that in an hour or two, Nich= olas may very well dissolve back into his soul-crushing angst, mortified = at what he'd done. Which was the chief reason why LaCroix no longer had = any thought to punish - never mind the rules - or taunt his creation furt= her. Only lovemaking was in his thoughts. Hopefully long, hard, lovemak= ing. And he could not wait until his own cock was encased in Nicholas, a= s Nicholas's was in him now. = With a loud cry, Nick came, shooting deep into his master, his nerves si= nging with orgasmic vibrations that spilled over into their link. And ab= ruptly Nick, red streams of tears on his cheeks, remembered only too well= similar glories in the past, memories purposely and ruthlessly buried de= ep. Remembering hurt, considering all that he and his creator had done t= o each other over the centuries. He'd forgotten that he'd been made in l= ove, that LaCroix, already smitten with him, had bidden Janette to attrac= t him to them. LaCroix was, well... LaCroix. Yes, manipulative, yes, po= ssessive, yes, obsessed, but at the base of it all was love. = They collapsed onto the floor together as Nick slipped out. LaCroix tur= ned and took his son in his arms, pressing the blonde head into his neck,= too moved for words. Vampire eyes closed, slowly changing back to blue.= Fangs retracted and the bloodlust receded, returning something of human= ity back to them. = LaCroix considered with deep satisfaction. The price paid had been wort= h it. =0D The End --PART.BOUNDARY.0.25777.emout05.mail.aol.com.856499825--