To all,

Inspired by April's recent fiction offering here, I have been *finally*  compelled to convert a long ago 'Missing Scene' of mine into an actually  story! ;-[)

Back in July of 1996 I posted the original to the UF Loop. It was my first erotic take on a *possible* part of an episode not shown. <bUFg> It's only been polished up, not re-written, so I hope it isn't too 'raw' for you all.

Enjoy!

And best of New Year's Celebrations to you all, my friends!!!!

As ever,

Illinois Jules


From the initial offering back 3 1/2 years ago...

 ****It's an Acquired Taste.**** Nick says to Schanke, as to why he listens to 'That Creep', the Nightcrawler. From-Capital Offense 

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Blood Trust

by Illinois Jules 

Unnamed Erotica (N/LC)

Disclaimers: By law I don't own these characters, their images or words.  Although I enjoy watching them in their complicated love/hate relationship, I seek no profit in elaborating scenarios between them for my own, and my friends amusement! <bg>. 

This story is mine: Illinois Jules (aka Julie Swendsen).
Copywrite 12-31-99. 
Archive *anywhere* you wish, I'm easy! ;-[)

Thank you, 

Illinois Jules

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I loved the way LC came in, taunted Nick and then flopped down onto the table in front of the hearth.  
Nick exasperated, flung his self back into a chair near him.
Nick's eye level was...shall we say...at LaCroix', hmmm... waist height.
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Blood Trust



LaCroix casually lifted his head off the hardwood table he found conveniently available to fall back on. 
Warmed nicely by the fire that burned brightly at his side he looked lackadaisically over to his son. Nicholas was once again in hiding and trying to behave as the mortal he was not.

"Nicholas, how long has it been, since you have last...eaten?" he drawled out slowly, grinning slightly.

"I'm fine!" the younger snapped in return.

"Oh...mon fils, you cannot disguise your thirst from me. I can fairly taste your hunger. And the dear novice ... she will bring you, what? Fruit and cheese?" LaCroix' grin shadowed into a smirk. "Her virgin blood has such a delicious scent...does it not?"

Ire rising, the other retorted, "NO LaCroix! She has helped and trusted me."

"How then, *will* you survive the next few days... concealed, without your needed
nourishment? Come here. Let me at least *assist* you in your...plight. The prone figure shifted slightly to pin his wayward son in his sight. "Trust... me."

"I know what your 'trust' entails." Nicholas angrily growled back from his seat.

"My intentions are purely for your benefit, Nicholas." LaCroix purred as he propped himself upon his elbows. The glow of the firelight played golden hued nuance across his bemused pale face. 

From his vision over his knees he could see his prodigy's irate expression and stiff backed stance.  Tweaking his Nicholas into such passion caused a twitch of arousal to flow to his groin. <How to proceed cautiously?>, he pondered. 
"I won't even move from this, comfortable, position. I'll leave the... exchange entirely in your - hands..." 

With that declaration LaCroix laid back down on the the hardy piece of furniture he has chosen to occupy, closing his eyes and smiling serenely.

Nick stared at his master, perplexed and upset at his presence, here, dogging him once again. 
But he realized LaCroix was correct. It had been days since he'd fed, plus the addition of the extended sunlight and chase he had to endure recently did put undue strain on his system. 
He didn't want to spoil the generosity he had received from the young Sister so far and it would become increasingly difficult to resist her all too human lure before long.  Besides, he admitted it wouldn't be the first time he has had to turn to his kind for help. LaCroix' compelling proximity didn't make it any easier to turn away from his offer.

Nick glanced over towards the recumbent form on the table in front of him.  True to his word, LaCroix was resting and making no attempt to accost him.

A smooth, broad chest rose occasionally in breath. 
Tight figure. 
Clad, as always, in an outfit becoming of his powerful physique. 
The draw of his maker became a forceful one, and he WAS very hungry...

Nicholas slowly pulled himself from the seat he was occupying and walked forward to the prone man. He placed his hands gingerly on the sturdy thighs, slightly spread, before him. 
He stepped between the parted knees with reservation, slowly ran his fingertips along the firm legs. 

A small "Hmmmm..." drifted up from the elder vampire.

The captivated blond was aware that he should know better, after all these centuries. The game was almost always the same.  The roles were played in symmetry - LaCroix cognizant of his loves' weakness and the other, him, realizing his own incompetence at refusing him. 
Unfortunately, that realization never halted the act.

The cool caresses of the standing man touched the erotic bloodlust of them both. 

Nick's ardent fondling now reached his master's quite evident erection.   Urgently his hands divested the unmoving hips of trousers and undergarments, releasing a wan phallus twitching for attention and relief. 

True to his word LaCroix had not tried to touch or encourage Nicholas in any way, he only shifted minutely to assist in his child's pursuits. Murmurs of approval the only indication of his consciousness.

With rapid eagerness and hunger - an intoxicated victim of the driving scent of his father's blood, Nick fell greedily onto the pallid gift presented before him.  The familiarity of its silky feel and blood-tainted essence a glorious comfort to his inner latent desires. He had forcefully forgotten how exquisite and satisfying this act tugged at his yearnings.  His mouth and lips worked justice to the pulsing organ. He gently swirled his tongue around the head, nipped lightly at the retracted foreskin. Slowly lapped along the tender underside. Sucked strongly as his mouth moved back up towards the weeping tip. 

LaCroix grunted and stiffened in arousal, arching his back. 

Nicholas sensed the other's oncoming release and momentarily reveled in the power he temporary held. 
Planting his palms on the supine upper legs he increased his ministrations. 
Fangs dropped, scraping lightly. A few more rapid bobbings and he was quickly rewarded with a salty, bloody flow as LaCroix moaned and forcefully surged his hips up once. 

Gulping down avidly Nicholas finished with his deed. He then planted his distended feedteeth into the naked inner thigh, waggling his head to tear the wound wide.

He feasted hungrily on the hot blood he needed so badly, trying to ignore the tasted desperate want and satisfaction in his master's unique burgundy liquid. Pushed down his own similar desires.

His bite elicited another groan of pleasure from the one responsible for so much of his current pain and turmoil.

Head spinning in vampiric intoxication he pulled away harshly, already in anguish. Through slurred lips he demanded, "Go, now LaCroix. You've gotten what you came for, again. The sun has set."

Gathering his lower clothing together for closure the ancient burred,  "One more thing, Nicholas. And then I will leave you... To finish out this escapade...one way or another." 
He now lifted up and pulled himself sluggishly over to sit at the edge of the table.   Making finishing touches to his attire.

"What!" Nicholas spat and turned away, wishing he hadn't succumbed once again.

"A farewell kiss?"

"NO! Just go!"

"As you wish, my love." A harsh laugh followed. "As I said before, you could trust me."   A lascivious smirk played across Lacroix' face as he moved away, masking his own ardent feelings towards this 'child'.   Taking a last turn to gently run a long cool finger down Nicholas' cheek.  "I kept my word as promised, I will leave you for the time, in... peace." 

In a blink the air was empty of the space he just occupied. 

FIN







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