This story was written for the Bad Slash challenge instigated by Julia and Nancy. The reason I have chosen this topic is because I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort stories and read everything is offered in that category. It's my favorite genre of slash. Archive permission given to anyone who asks. The characters are someone else's property and would never do this kind of stuff in real life. Compfort By Sunny LaCountess The front door opened, a gust of cold wind blew inside and LaCroix rushed forward to receive his stumbling, trembling protégé in his arms. His heart ached as he listened to the quiet moans and whimpers coming from his most favorite child while the arms tightened around his body as if he were a buoy in the middle of a stormy sea. "What is the matter, mon amant? Did you get hurt?" LaCroix asked. Nicholas looked up, beautiful, blue eyes full of pain and unshed tears. "LaCroix," he croaked out, "I hurt so much. Hold me, please." LaCroix held the quivering body even tighter, murmuring soothing nonsense into his child's ear. "Shhh, it's ok. I've got you now. Tell me what's wrong." He half carried the suffering vampire toward a couch, and sitting down, gathered the limp body in his lap. "My socks," Nicholas whispered, his voice etched with pain, "Nat removed my socks to wash them for me. She said they stank. But then she lost one of them, and now my left foot is *so* cold." LaCroix looked down, and for the first time he saw the source of his child's predicament. His breath caught in his throat, and tears nearly flooded his eyes at the sight of his loved one's bare, sock-less foot. Poor Nicholas, how had he managed to endure such a torture? "Oh, Nicholas. I'm so sorry. If I knew, I would have been at the precinct right then, bringing you new, warm socks so you wouldn't have to suffer so much. I'm sorry, my child, it is all my fault." LaCroix said as he hugged Nicholas tighter to his chest. Nicholas buried deeper into LaCroix's embrace and soon, LaCroix heard the pain filled sobs wrack the thin body of his tormented protégé. His heart felt as if it was tearing out of his chest. "Don't cry, Nicholas. Please, tell me what I can do to make the hurt stop." Nicholas lifted his tear stained face toward LaCroix and managed to say between the hiccups, "Fuck me, please, LaCroix. Give it to me hard and fast and make it all go away." LaCroix leaned over his son's head and spoke softly into his ear, "Is that really what you want, mon fils?" Nicholas abruptly sat up; his hiccups picking up with a vengeance, making him look even more pitiable. He did his best to wipe the tears and snot from his beautiful, soiled face and said, "LaCroix, I want you so bad. Don't you understand? I hurt terribly and when I hurt this much, the only thing that can make me feel better is a nice, hard cock up my ass." With that he removed his clothes swiftly, leaving only the single sock on his right foot. Then he knelt on the couch, bracing against the armrest and leaning forward to present his ass to the ancient. When LaCroix didn't move, he wiggled the white, round mounds at him, begging, "LaCroix, what are you waiting for? Come on, comfort me already." Without any further ado, LaCroix slipped out of his clothes and jumped on the couch behind his eager son, rubbing his groin against that delectable ass. "Oh, Nicholasss." He moaned. Nicholas responded by arching his back and releasing a desperate groan. "LaCroix, I need you inside me." The ancient grabbed his rampant cock and using some lube (and you know that lube always appears out of nowhere in these stories,) he rammed it inside the tight orifice. "God, Nicholas, you are so tight." Nicholas's grip shredded the material of the couch. "More, LaCroix. Shove it into me more, all the way in. Yeah, that's it. Harder. Make it hurt,...er, I mean, comfort." LaCroix, blind with lust, pounded into the hot ass furiously, like they were both two wild animals in a mating frenzy. His climax reached him even before he bent down to bite into the ivory neck, his body shaking as he emptied his seed inside the tight heat of Nicholas' ass. He only vaguely felt Nicholas' orgasm that shortly followed. Afterwards, they snuggled against each other on the couch, Nicholas tucked happily into LaCroix's embrace. Nicholas lifted his face to his father, a smile gracing his lips, "That was great, LaCroix. I feel so much better now. Thank you bunches." LaCroix kissed the bridge of his nose, "Any time my son. You must know that I'm always here to comfort you if you want me. You are comfortable right now, aren't you?" Nicholas nodded. "I am. Only my ass hurts a little bit." LaCroix grinned devilishly. "Do you want me to make it better." Nicholas immediately sat up and started drooling. "Sure, let's fuck some more," he said as he turned around and spread his legs lewdly. LaCroix was already busy with the lube. The End -------------------------- LaCountess's Forever Knight Haven: http://www.lacountess.com/fknight/ Stories: http://www.lacountess.com/fknight/Stories.htm