Here is the second story in my trilogy.. I hope you like it??

Sleep... Those Little Slices of Death

By Lucifyra LaCroix

Adult: Graphic sex Nick and LaCroix

Thanks and bites to Tracy, Max, 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 taking them out to play with.



It was five minutes to dawn and Lucien LaCroix stood outside The Raven staring up into the slowly lightening sky. He had recently finished his radio broadcast at CERK . Tonight's topic had been the Law of Karma and whether it actually existed. There had been more than the usual amount of callers which would be good for the ratings.
Most of them seemed to believe in it which had actually surprised the Roman. he had thought his audience much more cynical. As for himself, he wouldn't admit it, but he had often begun to wonder of late, whether it was playing a part in his life what with all the trouble he had been having with his reluctant protégé. Wearily he wondered
where his son was tonight? Probably out serving and protecting with his mortal partner. It was still beyond the ancient why Nick had to continue with this charade.

The last of the club goers drifted past LaCroix on their way home, saying their good-byes just as the sun began to surface over the skyscrapers opposite. The vampire turned and went back inside, bolting the door behind him. He stood with his back to the door and stared down at the empty dance floor and deserted bar. He thought back to when he'd last seen Nick standing at that very bar, a cheeky grin on his face as he chatted to the new barmaid Yvonne, but that had been nearly two months ago. Before their latest row. That had been about the usual subject - Nick wanting more freedom and LaCroix being unwilling to allow it. The Master vampire sighed and suddenly
felt very, very lonely.

Slowly, he made his way down the steps, and across the empty dance floor to the door that led to his private suite at the back of the club. All the others that he was allowing to stay in that sanctuary were already closeted away for the day and the place was totally silent. As silent as a tomb LaCroix thought ironically. He went into his bedroom... it was a very elaborate affair with tasteful and expensive furnishings and genuine old masters on the walls, but
somehow all this meant nothing to him now. He had neither his beloved son nor daughter to share it with. Janette had left Toronto some months before.

He went to his private wine cellar and fetched one of his oldest vintages hoping that would cheer him up a little. He uncorked it and poured some of its crimson contents into a crystal cut glass and sipped. It was sublime, he had to admit, but could never compare with the nectar in his golden-haired son's veins. He carried the glass over to his bed and carefully placed it on the bedside table. All of a sudden he felt very tired and very, very old. He sat on the edge of the bed and then eased himself onto the black silk sheets until he was lying down. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling until finally, his eyes closed.

LaCroix was awakened by the sound of his bedroom door clicking shut and the sound of soft footfalls coming across the varnished wood floor towards the bed. The candles he had on his bedside table had burnt down so it was almost pitch black in the room but with his enhanced vampire sight he could see that it was Nicholas approaching! He lay totally still, on his back, watching Nick as he neared the edge of the bed. He knew his son could see as well in the darkness as he himself, so knew he'd see he wasn't asleep. The blonde vampire stood, looking down at the prone body of his maker.

"Nicholas... is that really you?" LaCroix asked trying to disguise the great joy he felt in his tone.

"Mais naturellement père, il est moi" Nick answered, smiling as he sat down on the bed beside LaCroix.

"You have returned to me?" the elder asked.

"We shall see" was the reply.

Nick reached across and stroked LaCroix's forehead very gently. His cool soft fingers so soothing. LaCroix breathed in a sigh and closed his eyes. Was this really happening? He wondered. What had caused such a change in his son? Questions filled the Roman's mind. Nick moved his hand down LaCroix's cheek, his shoulder and down his arm to his left wrist which he grasped and brought his Master's arm up so his hand was above his head, then did the same with his right arm. Holding both wrists in one hand, Nick reached into his pocket and drew out a pair of handcuffs that he deftly snapped onto LaCroix's wrists.

"What are you doing Nicholas?" LaCroix asked, suddenly concerned. 
"Sshhhh" he replied with a playful grin. "I want to see how you react to my being in charge - for a change".

The younger man then proceeded to tie a scarf round the middle chain of the cuffs tieing them to the bedpost above so LaCroix was unable to move his arms. Throughout this, Nick had a constant smile and LaCroix became anxious about what was to follow. His heartbeat increased. Nick sat back down beside LaCroix and again reached over
to stroke his cheek this time. The two vampires gazes fixed on the other's eyes, intently staring. Nick's hand slid down the ancient's neck and went to the front of his shirt collar. Suddenly Nick was ripping the black silk shirt open, sending buttons flying, to reveal his Master's chest.

"Did you really have to do that?" LaCroix asked, somewhat annoyed that one of his favourite shirts had been ruined.

"Ssshhh" was all Nick replied, putting a finger over LaCroix's lips, which then moved down his throat and onto his white chest, totally smooth but for the two rose-tinted nipples that jutted forward.

LaCroix's breathing quickened... he still couldn't believe his son was doing this! It was more than he could have wished for. Nick's finger circled the left nipple, watching as it hardened, then did the same with the right. The Roman's chest rising and falling. LaCroix licked his dry lips, eyes never leaving his son's and as if on cue Nick's mouth was upon them, kissing hard, his tongue pushing the lips apart to enter. He felt Nick's tongue in his mouth and responded by wrapping his around it. He felt his corner teeth start to bud as did a sensation in his groin that he hadn't felt in a very long time. The eyes that were now locked to each other were gold. LaCroix ran his tongue over the younger vampire's fangs and Nick closed his mouth slightly so that the tips pierced the sensitive skin causing blood to
flow. LaCroix felt Nick sucking greedily on his tongue almost as if he'd consume it. The more he sucked the harder LaCroix's member became.

Nick pulled back with a gasp and LaCroix felt the wound on his tongue begin to heal. There would be no evidence of it in less than a minute. LaCroix squirmed trying to relieve some of the pressure from his groin. Nick turned and could quite plainly see the large bulge in his father's pants. He smiled again and unbuttoned and unzipped the tailored garment. LaCroix gasped as Nick's hand brushed over his throbbing cock.

Nick eased the pants down the ancient's hips and legs, slipping them off over his feet, then removed his shoes and socks. The silk of his black boxer shorts was straining to hold in his erection. Nick stood at the bottom of the enormous bed and gazed at the ivory body before him. LaCroix straining his neck as he tried to keep eye contact with his favourite child. He returned to the side of the bed once more and LaCroix felt cool fingertips on the waistband of his shorts, then felt them sliding down his legs and off over his feet. Nick threw them to the floor and licked his lips when he saw his father's erection. LaCroix felt like a side of beef before a starving man!

Nick climbed onto the bed in one easy movement and straddled the older man's legs, then bent forward until his face was directly above LaCroix's throbbing rod, he opened his mouth and plunged down taking almost its entire length into himself.

LaCroix hissed and arched his back. He felt Nick's fang tips brush the sides of his shaft and it made him quiver with delight. The younger vampire sucked hard, swallowing as much of the rigid flesh as he could. The handcuffs rattled as LaCroix pushed his pelvis upwards to get even more of himself into his golden child. Just as the ancient felt he would cum at any moment, the Crusader moved away.

"Oh, don't stop now!" LaCroix growled, his chest heaving, eyes blazing. Nick laughed.

"What's it like to be totally at my mercy ... Father?" he asked with an impish grin. "Maybe I should just leave you here like this, until Miklos wakes up tonight and finds you? Wouldn't that give the Community something to talk about for a week or two. The great General Lucius tied to his bed naked!"


"You would not dare do that!" the Roman hissed.

Nick laughed like a child and in an instant he had bitten down into the large vein running up the length of LaCroix's cock. The elder cried out in shock and pleasure as he felt his son drawing his blood from this most sensitive area. His fangs were aching and he longed to bite down but his hands were bound and he couldn't reach Nick. Instead he clamped his jaws together and squeezed his eyes shut tight, enveloped totally by the sensations in his groin.

He wasn't sure how long the younger vampire drank as he lost track of time, but he became aware of Nick's tongue licking the two puncture wounds clean as they started to mend and sliding his mouth back up to the top of his shaft once more as it spurted its bloody seed into his willing mouth, LaCroix moaned and thrust for a final time, his
breath coming in gasps.

LaCroix was exceedingly hungry! He had to feed! With one quick movement he snapped the chain of the handcuffs and his arms were free. He reached forward and grabbed hold of Nick's right arm, pulling his wrist to his mouth. The ancient drank until he could drink no more. Then, exhausted, he fell back onto the bed and drifted off to sleep, his son's gentle laughter ringing in his ears.

A swift knocking on the door awakened the Roman from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes.

"Yes, what is it?" he asked drowsily

" Excuse me Sir, but its nearly time to open up" Miklos' voice answered.

LaCroix glanced at the clock - 9pm - he never slept this late! Or in his clothes. He noticed that he must have forgotten to get undressed before going to bed that morning as he was still dressed in the elegant black pants and silk shirt he'd worn the night before. He sat up on the bed and turned so that his legs were on the floor. Getting to his feet, his foot scraped against something metallic. He reached down and picked the object up. It was one half of a pair of
handcuffs.

To be continued....
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