Sorry for taking up bandwidth, but I just submitted a story to Jadfe that fellow UFer Heather and I wrote, and I know the Jadfe website and list mistress lurks here. I neglected to mention that it could be archived at Jadfe.So, Jadfe web/list mistress, please feel free to archive "Thinking of You" by Lora Conk and Heather Poinsett at your wonderful site.
In honor of the Birthday of He-Who-Brought-LaCroix-to-Life, we present this little, slightly smutty (hey--this *is* Jadfe), tale.
Standard Character Disclaimers--Nick, Janette, and LaCroix do not belong to us; we're only borrowing them, and we're most definitely not making any money off of this. The lap and belly dancers were created completely from Heather's imagination and Lora's warped fantasies.
Note: Because there is no canonic birth date for LaCroix, we are using the birthday of the actor who portrayed him in the Forever Knight television series because he was instrumental in creating the character we know and love so well. Also, Argent's "Hold Your Head Up" was chosen for its heady beat; for those unfamiliar, a RealAudio<tm> clip can be found at www.musicblvd.com.
Rating: PWP (okay, there *is* a plot, but not much of one), m/f, m/f/m, explicit.
Caution: Unless you're really used to this stuff, we recommend having a cold shower or bucket of ice handy.
'Nuff said...on with the show:
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Thinking of You
by Lora Conk and Heather Poinsett[November 19, 2036, The Midnight Blues, Seattle, WA]
Janette sat at the bar awaiting Nicholas' arrival as the strains of jazz and the revelries of the party-goers permeated the club. A lace-gloved hand caressed the stem of her glass of bloodwine as she pondered the mood that befell her since his phone call. Even LaCroix had felt it when she
ensconced him in the backroom, per Nicholas' instructions.[Backroom, earlier]
"Perhaps you should wait with me," he had said, running a finger along her cheekbone.
"This is Nicholas' surprise," she had replied, gently pushing him away.
His eyes equally gently locked hers with his as he stepped even closer to her. "And what of your gift to me?"
"It is from both of us," she'd said, making a hasty exit from the room.
[Bar]
Janette stared at the glass she was fondling. LaCroix had known it was not him who started her mood, and so he had let her go. She also knew he was not too happy about it.
Then she felt him.
She turned in time to see him enter the club with a young woman. A strange jealousy crept over Janette, until Nicholas saw her. His eyes locked with hers as she moved toward him. She could feel the passion emanating from him and knew it was for her. A part of her mind told her that she hadn't felt this way in centuries. As if out of control, she kissed him deeply.
"How is the birthday boy?" he asked breathlessly when she released his mouth.
She ran her hands gently over his shoulders and chest as she spoke. "He's in the back room, per your instructions." She looked into his eyes. "He's not very happy that you're late, Nicholas."
"That couldn't be helped," he said as he playfully kissed her cheek. "Everything's ready?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"Everything. Now, what is this all about? What gift have you in mind for this momentous birthday?"
The fingers of Janette's right hand had been playing along his chest and were now pulling at the buttons on his shirt; her left hand was firmly pressing at the small of his back, and moving lower. Nick nodded at the young female vampire next to him who had been watching this exchange wordlessly. She took off for the back room.
Janette barely took note of her departure.
Nick's voice was throaty as he spoke to the impassioned vampire before him. "Why do I get the feeling that right now you don't really care?" he asked playfully.
"I care, Nicholas," she said, running a gloved finger from his cheek, down his throat, to his chest. "This is LaCroix's two thousandth birthday, and you have brought the gift from us both. I want to know that he will enjoy it."
"He'll enjoy it," he assured her, kissing her lightly, then pulling back from her after a moment. "Now, shall we head to the control room so we can watch?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
[Outside Backroom]
The young vampire waited for the signal from her employer. She could feel the older vampire on the other side of the door. She'd been told simply that today was his birthday, that he was in need of cheering up, and that she was to make him feel better.
That was her specialty. She'd been a vampire for barely ten years, but she'd been perfecting her craft for the past twelve. As a mortal she'd been limber, but as a vampire she was downright pliable.
There was a very old vampire on the other side of the door, she knew, and it sent a thrill through her. She liked the old ones. She'd definitely enjoyed "auditioning" for her employer — he was an old one as well — but this one was older. She now understood why her employer cut her audition short; he wanted her to "be all she could be" for the birthday boy.
A smile formed on her lips. Yes, she definitely liked the old ones. They had a sense of patience and a desire for the utmost that she found lacking in younger vampires. The one on the other side of the door was an old one, one who could appreciate what she had to offer, and she wanted to please him.
A tingle of anticipation ran through her.
She thought about her earlier performance for her employer, about how he'd restrained himself during her entire routine. His eyes had glowed for her, she knew, but he'd held back. His thoughts had been elsewhere, but also on her. She'd been puzzled, disappointed, frustrated. Now she was grateful.
She patiently waited for the signal from the one who'd hired her.
[Inside Backroom]
LaCroix's tolerance was running thin. Nicholas was extremely late, and now Janette had asked that he leave his party to wait in this room, sitting in this infernally uncomfortable chair, for his "special present."
He could feel the young one outside the door. He wondered what his children were up to.
Nicholas had arrived, the old vampire knew, but had no intention of coming to this room. Instead, he had sent this young one. Moreover, there was something going on between Janette and Nicholas — he could feel it. The heat that flowed through their bond maddened him; such ardor that he hadn't felt
from them in centuries. It was *his* birthday, yet rather than sharing that passion with him, they selfishly kept it to themselves.It was utterly depressing.
[Control Room]
Nicholas' enthusiastic playfulness was catching. It was all Janette could do to keep from running, or even skipping, as she had led him to the control room to monitor LaCroix's receipt of his "present."
Janette closed the door as Nick sat in front of the monitors and control panel — she had set up six cameras. He smiled at her as he flipped on the monitors to reveal six different views of the stoic birthday boy. With a wink to Janette, he popped in the first cd and pressed a button. Into the room
pumped the first strains of The Platters' "Sixteen Candles," which was the signal for the talented young vampire to enter."Happy Birthday, happy birthday, baby, I love you so," was all he allowed to play. He knew the young one had entered by the expression on LaCroix's face.
Nick flipped on the microphone as he changed discs. "On this special day," he began, his voice thick with devilment, "Janette and I just want to let you know that we are thinking of you." LaCroix's jaw dropped, and Nick knew the dancer had slipped out of her cloak and dress to reveal the special costume he'd selected for her. "Have a good time, old boy. We'll be watching." He cut off the mic, then pushed the button to begin the song that his "present" had selected.
As Argent's "Hold Your Head Up" began to play, the well-oiled, scantily clad young vampire moved into view.
"Nicholas!" Janette gasped. "She looks just like..."
"His fifteen hundredth birthday present," Nick finished for her with a impish grin. His eyes became glued to the monitors.
[end part 1/6]
[Backroom]
At the signal from her employer, she walked into the back room. Her anklets and bracelets jingled with each step that she took toward the tall chair in the center of the room. The ancient one merely raised an eyebrow at her as she shrugged off her cloak. Another thrill passed through her, though, as
his jaw dropped when she slid out of her long black velvet dress, leaving her clad only in a black silk thong, a black silk swatch of fabric that was knotted at her breasts, and her tie-up sandals.Her silver belly chain glistened in the artificial light. The music began and she began her routine. The tiny little bells brought many memories for the ancient.
She smiled seductively at him as she wondered what memories her employer's choice of costume elicited in the "birthday boy," as her employer had called him.
*They chose well,* thought the ancient vampire to himself. His mind briefly wandered back to that last "birthday party." This young one looked like her predecessor in almost every way. A slow, sensual smile slid across his lips as the dancer began. Her hips moved seductively to the beat of the music. She turned away from him and slid her hands down her calves. She arched her back and peered at him as she spread her legs, presenting the chiseled musculature of her buttocks and legs to the ancient. After a moment of stretching she turned back to him and the real dance began.
[Control Room]
"You remembered!" Janette said, hugging Nicholas. She sinuously slid into his lap as she turned her attention to the monitors. The beat of the music was heady, and the dancer's movements provocative and enticing. She found herself snuggling more closely into Nicholas as she watched, entranced.
"Aristotle recommended her," Nick said quietly, nuzzling her neck but not removing his eyes from the screens. "He said he'd never known a more talented lap dancer."
"I can see why," Janette commented huskily, watching the dancer's limber movements around LaCroix.
She was erotic, earthy, enticing — not unlike the belly dancer Janette and Nicholas purchased for LaCroix all those centuries ago. Janette found herself caught up in the memory of that night.
[November 19, 1536, Cairo, Egypt]
They had dressed the young slave in black silk and roman sandals that tied up her calves; the black set off her well-oiled ivory skin as she danced in the lamplight. The tiny bells in her jewelry added to the seductive strains from the musicians. LaCroix was intensely pleased with her as she danced. When they sent the musicians on their way, Janette and Nicholas watched with hedonistic delight as LaCroix took his pleasure with her. They had never seen the old vampire so lustful as he was with that dancer.
The trio's bond was so wonderfully active that evening that every time LaCroix came, his two children felt it as well. And when he finally began to feed from the dancer, Janette felt uncontrollably drawn to him. She bodily pulled LaCroix off the dying young woman and threw herself atop him. She licked and kissed the girl's blood off his mouth as a demanding hand moved to his groin to "explain" her need. His erection greeted her as he quickly ripped her clothes off.
Nicholas, too, was caught up in the eroticism of the night. He immediately leaped atop the dying girl and had his way with her before ending her life with his own bite. He then joined LaCroix and Janette, and the three "danced" that night in ways that they never had before and never have since.
[Control Room]
Watching the lap dancer on the monitors brought that memory quite clearly back to Janette. She gently grasped one of Nicholas' hands and moved it toward her left breast as his other moved toward the high slit in her dress. In that simple move, a vision flashed in her mind — of her and Nicholas lounging on pillows, dressed in silks, and watching the belly dancer move for LaCroix; suddenly Janette remembered how she and Nicholas had fondled one another discretely while their "present" danced.
As Nicholas' hand slid slowly up the inside of her thigh she thanked providence that she hadn't worn underwear tonight, and hoped Nicholas had also done the same.
[Backroom]
Her body moved erotically to the steady beat that filled the room. She squatted before him, her head movements maintained the rhythm as her hips swung sensually near the floor. The young one ran her fingertips down the outside of his thighs and then spread his legs apart. LaCroix's eyes momentarily waxed amber at her touch and she could not stop the small tingle of excitement that ran through her body.
The dancer stood slowly, moving her silk-swathed breasts to within inches of the older vampire's chest. She gracefully slid between his legs then faced away from him. Her muscular, yet soft, buttocks made contact with his nipples through his satin shirt, then slowly slid down his chest and paused near his lap. A tingle of delight filled her as she felt the ancient's erection.
The ancient one leaned over the dancer, fangs extended. He bit into the knotted swatch of fabric and tugged. The dancer tensed and then arched her back as a fang slid across her back. The black silken swatch gave way and he tossed it aside. The young one appeared not to notice as she again bent her body forward.
The dance continued as the heady music filled the room.
[Control Room]
Janette's closeness was becoming painful to Nick. He'd been anticipating this night for weeks. He'd wanted so much to recapture that night of five centuries ago, had kept both Janette and LaCroix away from him for fear they'd realize his plan, and had simply sent Janette cryptic notes to ensure proper preparations were made for LaCroix's surprise. Now that the night had arrived, Nick knew he could no longer let Janette sit on his lap this way.
As much as he'd wanted her so close, his discovery of her being sans panties was just too much for him, especially after having endured that lap dancer's audition. The dancer's body was amazingly similar to that belly dancer's, and he'd only managed to keep his hands, and other eager body parts, away from the young one by focusing his thoughts on Janette. Yet Janette's superb bottom
pressed up against him now was downright painful.Nick's hard-on hurt.
Nick reluctantly removed his hands from Janette's more pleasurable areas and lifted her slightly; his erection, eager to right itself, did so quickly, and he was grateful he was both wearing loose-fitting slacks and no underwear. Janette, to her credit, knew immediately what his problem was and moved to help.
Unfortunately, she almost blocked the viewscreens before he physically moved her out of the way.
"I have to watch," he said to her pout. "I have to composite the recording for him afterward--part of his present, you know."
Janette understood all too well. It *was* LaCroix's birthday, after all. "Will you let me help?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied smiling, his eyes never leaving the monitors. "This gift is from both of us."
Janette moved behind him, seductively moving her hands along his shoulders, arms, and chest. She brought her mouth to his neck, kissing and licking it gently, then moved it to that special spot just under his ear that she knew maddened him with passion. "That wasn't what I meant," she whispered
suggestively in his ear, thinking of her own "special present" she had planned for LaCroix. She moved one hand slowly to his stiffened member straining through his trousers. "You watch," she said as a gloved finger caressed the outline of his penis through the fabric, "and I'll help."Nick's breathing had quickened and he let out a gasp as he realized what she intended to do.
"I take that as a yes," she said, then began unbuttoning his shirt as she again moved around in front of him. She carefully lowered herself to the floor so as not to obstruct his view, then unbuttoned his trousers. In the low light, she could see his erection straining, but did not unzip his pants to release the eager member. Instead, she pulled his shirt out, then opened t wide to bare his torso.
[Backroom]
The youth stood up and, with her back to the ancient, sinuously swayed her body to the beat. She then turned around to face him. The dancer climbed up on the chair, placing a careful foot between his legs, then stepped up to the top of the high-backed chair. She stood for a beat, then seductively
lowered herself. When her crotch was within inches of his upturned face, she levitated and began sliding down his body toward his lap.The ancient couldn't keep himself from taking a small nibble on her thigh as the dancer slid down his chest. He felt his erection growing as her breasts slid against his face.
The dancer suppressed a gasp as she felt his tongue caress a nipple. She continued, moving her legs toward the floor, and finally was able to look into his eyes. She leaned over toward him, moving her mouth to his neck, and he felt a brush of pleasure as her fangs scratched his sensitive skin.
The youth's mouth descended and the ancient felt his own back arch uncontrollably as she nibbled his nipples through his satin shirt and then, moving to crouch on the floor, nibbled his thighs through his slacks.
[end part 2/6]
[Control Room]
Nick's hands rested lightly on Janette's shoulders. He wanted them there in case he needed to move her out of the way of the viewers again, but he also knew she wanted them there out of *her* way. He desperately wanted to unzip his pants. Nonetheless, he knew that allowing Janette her way in this
matter would heighten her pleasure, so he allowed her control. He felt her tongue encircling a nipple and he involuntarily groaned.But he kept his eyes glued to the monitors.
Finally, he felt her hands moving to his trousers; his erection fairly leaped when her fingers touched its shaft then moved to his balls below. Then he felt her mouth move down his stomach to the zipper. With her teeth, Janette slowly pulled the zipper down.
She was rewarded with his moan as his erection was released.
Nicholas was determined, Janette knew, to watch the viewscreens. In a way, she admired his self-control and resolve to complete LaCroix's birthday present as planned. Nicholas had gone to great pains to make this present perfect, and through her bond to LaCroix Janette knew the old vampire *was* pleased. But Nicholas also wanted to surprise LaCroix with a record of his
present, and to do that Nicholas needed to watch all the monitors and mentally catalogue which views were best from moment to moment.But Nicholas didn't know that Janette had an "extra" present in mind for LaCroix.
Her hands moved behind Nicholas and grasped the waistband of his trousers. At the same time, her mouth encircled the now-free head of his erection. In one easy motion, she pulled upward with her mouth and downward on his trousers.
She heard Nicholas gasp as he was literally forced to levitate his buttocks from the chair in order to accommodate the movement.
Once his trousers were safely around his ankles, she eased the pressure on his erection's sensitive head, allowing his buttocks to again rest on the chair. She then rewarded him with indolent licks along the rock-hard shaft.
She was quite pleased with herself.
[Backroom]
The dancer looked up from her position on the floor, her eyes glowing gold. She arose from the tiles, and then sat in his lap. The youth wrapped her right and left legs around the ancient's neck. She pulled herself off his lap and balanced precariously. She then rested her thighs on his shoulders. Her crotch was now a few inches away from his mouth. The dancer could not help smiling as she felt his hands slip under her back to help support her. His breath prickled her skin pleasantly as he slid an expert tongue across along each thigh.
She squirmed slightly. Her hips continued to gyrate to the music.
The tiny bells in the chain at her waist rang in his ears, bringing him to another time, and a state of arousal he hadn't felt almost since then. The ancient one ran his tongue across his fangs before using them to rip her thong to shreds.
[Control Room]
Nick could not believe what Janette had just done to him. It was all he could do to keep his concentration on the "birthday boy" and their present to him. As it was, it was difficult enough watching the dancer, seeing what she was doing to LaCroix, knowing what she would do to him next. Through Nick's bond to LaCroix he could feel what the old vamp felt with each of the dancer's
moves.And Janette was not making it any easier.
She spread Nick's knees apart, then lowered her head to kiss and gently caress the inside of his thigh with her tongue. Nick tried to distract her; he leaned forward slightly so his hands could reach the zipper on her dress, then lowered it. Her arms slipped out of her dress easily as his hands went to
her breasts and fingertips moved to fondle her nipples. He heard her moan as she leaned forward, mouth open, and engulfed his penis within it.Nick quickly sat up straight and, using all his willpower, forced his eyes to focus on the monitors while Janette deftly worked his throbbing member to the beat of the music.
[Backroom]
The youth shook her raven curls, her face betraying her pleasure. She arched her back and twisted one arm behind, her nimble fingers quickly unfastening his belt. She could not help trembling with abject pleasure as the ancient this time slid his fangs across her thighs. She barely managed to unbutton and began unzipping his pants when she flipped over, much to the old vampire's
disappointment.She again moved to a crouched position before his legs, this time bouncing slightly to the music's beat; he smiled as her firm breasts kept their own rhythm. He rested his head against the chair's high back, gazing down on her with slit eyes as he awaited the pleasure she would bring him in her next
move. The dancer pushed his knees together, then ran her fingers down his calves as her body began a sinuous slide up over his knees. Her eyes lighted on the tented fabric above his lowered zipper; she moved her mouth to the bottom button of his shirt, then quickly undid it using teeth and tongue.She enjoyed his slight intake of breath.
She then lifted her lips to his nipples once again, yearning to feel the their touch through his silk shirt when she changed her mind. The young dancer looked to the ancient with a gleam in her gold eyes and a fanged smile.
The next thing the ancient felt was the youth violently ripping open his shirt with her fangs.
[Control Room]
When Janette heard Nicholas' breath come in great gasps, she eased up on her oral ministrations; when his breathing became more normal she let his penis go so that she could look up at him. "Are you alright? Am I not helping, cherie?" she asked coyly. "I did so want to be a help to you."
Nick's throat felt thick as he spoke to her. "You are helping," he began huskily, "You are most definitely helping." He grasped her shoulders and helped her stand, to the side of him so that he could keep his eyes on the monitors. As he slowly pulled her dress the rest of the way off to reveal
her clad in nothing but gloves, garter belt, and fishnet stockings, he said, "But I have a better idea." Nick then stood carefully, stepped out of his shoes and trousers, shrugged off his shirt, finally pushing the chair out of the way.Janette patiently waited for instructions on his "better way."
"She's almost finished," Nick said, indicating their "present" entertaining LaCroix. He placed Janette in front of him with her back to him, and he snuggled against her; his erection pushed itself between her legs, as though searching for an opening it knew was there somewhere.
[Backroom]
The ancient's shirt now open, the dancer continued her slide up his body. He marveled at her agility to keep so much of her flesh in contact with his yet still move to the rhythm of the music. Her mouth came into contact with his right nipple and he felt her tongue slide over the hardened nub.
His intake of breath told the young one all she needed to know of his pleasure.
The scent of her suddenly filled him. If he hadn't sensed it earlier, he knew without question that she wanted him, badly. Her teeth scraped lightly against his throat as she approached his ear. A moan escaped him as she nibbled his earlobe.
Without warning, the young one flipped her body over the ancient. Her fingers drew light circles under his ears as she stood behind him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The music was grinding to a halt. He opened his eyes when he felt her again moving over him. The dancer's mouth connected with his stomach as his tongue encircled her navel. She paused, then continued to slither down the ancient's body. His eyes glowed with golden fire.
The dancer's tongue came into momentary contact with his engorged member just before she flung herself from him, landing as the music finished facing away from him. She spread her legs apart and leaned over, presenting herself. The young one smiled as she heard a low growl from behind.
[Control Room]
Janette watched the screens, enjoying the dancer's final moves. LaCroix's shirt was completely undone and his trousers were open. Janette then realized, to his credit, that LaCroix had somehow removed the pieces of silk the dancer earlier wore. She knew she and Nicholas were more than ready and most definitely could see that LaCroix was as eager as they.
Nicholas leaned her forward and placed her hands on the console in front of the monitors; she knew instinctively that he wanted her to brace herself. As she did so, she also moved her feet a ways apart and arched her back. She presented a lovely view to her Nicholas.
Janette's eyes suddenly became glued to a particular view of LaCroix and the lap dancer as the music came to a close. She felt Nicholas enter her from behind as he flipped a switch to turn off the music, then he moved one hand to her clit where an adept finger triggered her pleasure as he began to pound into her from behind.
She was entranced by seeing LaCroix in a similar pose.
[end part 3/6]
[Backroom]
Her smell was more than LaCroix could take.
Once the music ended, he was on his feet and behind her before he even realized, penetrating quickly and a bit more roughly that he would have liked.
But she was ready--her scent had told him that much.
His hands held her hips deftly as he moved within her. He could only admire her agility as she maintained her stance as he pounded into her. Her scent became stronger as he heard her breath quicken. He moved one hand to her abdomen to hold her and the other up her chest toward her face to pull her to him as he leaned over her. His movements were quickening; he would soon be
beyond control. As his hand came near her mouth, she bit into the fleshy part of his palm. He quickly pulled her head to the side to expose her neck and sunk his fangs as well.He exploded into her.
[Control Room]
Janette felt Nicholas lean forward, so she arched her back farther and leaned her head to one side in anticipation of his bite. His wrist presented itself to her mouth as his teeth penetrated her neck; she bit as well.
A part of her mind registered fascination at seeing LaCroix and the dancer mimicking their moves as she and Nicholas came violently in the small room.
[Backroom]
As quickly as it began, it was over. But the old vampire wasn't finished, and neither was the young one. LaCroix could taste it in her blood--she wanted more, and she wanted him to give it to her. *Time to test her true agility,* he thought as he shrugged out of his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and pants. She held him fast within her. *Excellent muscle control,* he thought as he arched his back, lifted her, then began to turn her so that she would now face him.
Once she faced him, she maneuvered her legs to his shoulders and locked her ankles behind his neck. She gave him a hungry smile as he marveled at her limberness. He pulled her toward him and locked his mouth with hers.
He thrust into her anew.
[Control Room]
As their breathing slowed to a more normal rhythm, Janette spoke first. "How long do you think they'll be busy?" she asked, indicating the monitors. LaCroix had shed his clothes and he and the dancer had now changed positions; the old vampire was thrusting into her from another direction.
Nick gently kissed away the last of the blood from the wound he'd inflicted on Janette. "Aristotle said she has incredible stamina, and an insatiable hunger when it comes to older vampires. I'd say they'll be busy for a while."
But Nick was no longer interested in the viewscreens. His kisses moved down Janette's back as his softened member slipped out of her.
Janette knew where his mouth was headed and maintained her position. He kissed and licked lazily down her spine to her buttocks. She hadn't seen Nicholas this "hungry" in decades and was thoroughly enjoying every moment. As Nicholas' attentive mouth reached her crotch, she felt her knees buckle; it took a monumental effort on her part to maintain her stance.
Nick knelt between her legs, deftly working her with his tongue. His arms moved between her legs and she was forced to bend her knees to accommodate them. Her moans were all the encouragement he needed. Nick moved into a sitting position, then slowly lay back onto the floor, forcing her to follow.
[Backroom]
Their tongues intertwined as they pounded against one another. LaCroix could taste his blood in her mouth and he knew she could taste hers. He bit her upper lip playfully and was rewarded with more of her blood; she impaled his tongue on a canine and their blood mixed, heightening their pleasure.
Her breathing again quickened and he knew she was ready to come. He sped up his movements slightly and she bit into his lower lip, coming convulsively against him.
[Control Room]
Now Janette's breath was coming in great gasps. Nicholas' tongue was driving her insane. She found herself on the floor atop him, facing his again-stiffening member. Janette ran the tip of her tongue along each side of it and was pleased when it obediently leaped to attention. Nicholas'
ministrations became all the more intense, and she found it very difficult to concentrate as she placed her mouth around the eager head before her.She ran her tongue around it inside her mouth and was rewarded with Nicholas' growls. Janette lowered herself to her elbows, resting her breasts on his stomach as she began to work his shaft with her mouth. She snaked a gloved hand around his thigh and up between his legs. His moans vibrated
exquisitely between her legs as she fondled his balls and the sensitive skin below. She watched his scrotum lift and tighten and knew he would come any moment.Only then did she allow her concentration on the task at hand to slip, and in that moment her body took over. Nicholas' deft work on her clit caused an explosion in her mind as he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed automatically as their bodies convulsed in waves of ecstacy, their moans
again filling the small room.[end part 4/6]
[Backroom]
When the dancer's orgasm subsided, LaCroix leaned her back onto the seat of the chair, her hips hanging slightly over the side. He then got down on his knees next to her and began moving into her again. Her chest rose and fell before him as he swung easily in and out of her. Her hands rested lightly on his forearms as his ran along her well-oiled torso. She was covered in a slight sheen of bloodsweat, and his hands languorously mixed the oil and sweat as he continued to move between her legs.
His mind flashed to the belly dancer of five centuries ago, and of his later encounter with Janette and Nicholas. This young one's body was so much like that dancer's, yet the bloodsweat coating her brought to mind the sheen that had coated the other two shortly after they began their own special "dance." The three had become one that night in ways he had only imagined until then; they were insatiable, inexhaustible. They "danced" for hours on end, with only the sounds of their orgasmic cries and their incessant pounding against one another as their musical accompaniment.
The young one's muscle contractions around his erection brought him back to the present. It was then that he noticed that his thrusts had increased. Her breathing was coming fast as she grabbed one of his hands and pulled his wrist to her mouth. His body once again lost all control as his throbbing member plunged into her over and over.
As she bit into him, he leaned his head back and came with a roar.
[Control Room]
This time, Nick spoke first when they could again breath and think normally. "We have to get started on that record," he said, gently rolling her off him.
Janette glanced over at the monitors from her position on the floor — LaCroix was still actively engaged in a new round of plunging into that incredibly limber dancer. The two were coated in bloodsweat, as were they, and Janette found herself smiling as LaCroix came, this time with a roar. "My, my," she said to Nicholas, indicating the monitors, "he is having *quite* a good time."
Nick was zipping up his trousers when he heard the old boy roar. "He's probably wishing she was either you or me right now," he said with a wink. At her questioning glance, he said, "When I auditioned her, all I could think about was that night, five hundred years ago, and all I wanted was the three of us together again, just like we were that night."
"Oh, Nicholas," Janette said in a concerned tone, "Do you think we should go in?"
Nick flashed her a boyish grin. "What? And spoil her fun?" he asked, indicating the young vampire who was obviously enjoying the older one's attention. "She's not getting paid for that," he said smiling. "She went off the clock when the music stopped. Besides, I'm sure he'll find the energy
for us later, if that's what he wants." Nick helped Janette up off the floor and into her dress. "In the meantime, we have a recording to edit."[Backroom]
The old vampire nearly found himself laughing after such a great release. He shook himself, then smiled down on the young one panting before him. Her eyes were glazed over, and he wondered how much of his climax she'd felt through her feeding from his wrist. He leaned over and gently gathered her into his arms. She'd been performing remarkably for one her age, and he wanted to
show his gratitude.He gently lifted her and moved her into a more comfortable seated position on the chair. She gratefully leaned against the high back of the chair, thankful for its support. Her scent told him she was still ready for more, yet she was exhausted.
He, on the other hand, was just getting started. He felt invigorated by their earlier activities, as though he was just warming up for more festivities ahead. He thought of Nicholas and Janette having watched the dancer's performance as he again began to move within the young one before him.
He wondered if they still watched.
He lightly kissed the dancer on the lips. He could taste the hunger within her and he marveled that even in her exhaustion she still wanted more from him. His mouth moved to her ear where he gently nibbled, then his tongue traced a sinuous line down her neck to her collar bone. Her hands moved to
gently rest on his head as he placed delicate kisses on her chest above her pert breasts. She arched her back, pushing them into reach of his now-searching tongue. It found a nipple and she moaned her delight as first his tongue encircled it, then his lips gently pulled at it.[Control Room]
Nick moved to the console and began resetting the discs from the cameras as Janette went to another corner of the room. She extracted a disc from the lone recorder on the table and fondled it with a secret smile before handing it to Nick. He took it from her gratefully. "Thanks. I was wondering where the blank was." He glanced at the readout after placing it in the recorder.
"Wait a minute — this disc is half-used.""Of course it is, Nicholas," Janette said, barely able to contain her mirth. "You didn't think you were the only one with a surprise for LaCroix did you?" At his raised eyebrow, she said, "LaCroix and the dancer were not the only ones being recorded."
[Backroom]
As LaCroix listened to the young one's moans, he moved a hand to her abdomen; her hips nearly bucked as she realized where it might be headed. She didn't have long to wait — it slowly, almost teasingly, made its way to her crotch where his penis still moved within her. Her groans became exquisite as two expert fingers began manipulating her clit. Her grip on his head tightened as she came violently against him.
When she finished she slumped — exhausted, spent, drained. His still-stiff member slipped out of her as he picked her up then carried her to the couch against the back wall of the room. Before donning his own clothes, he picked up her cloak and covered her sleeping form with it.
[Control Room]
Nick's jaw dropped. "You didn't," was all he could say.
"I suspected what you might do. I also suspected what we might do." She ran a finger down his cheek and neck. "Although I must say I didn't think we would do it *quite* that well. Be that as it may, Nicholas, LaCroix will have a record of *that* as well," she finished, kissing Nicholas quickly on the forehead.
Nick shook his head as he turned back to the equipment. "He's gonna love it," he said, then burst into laughter. "He's gonna *love* it!"
"Of course he will, cherie," she said softly in his ear. "And I suspect he may even want us to watch it with him."
Nick turned his head and kissed her deeply.
[Backroom]
As the "birthday boy" left the room, he took one last look at the high-backed chair in the center of it and smiled. Janette and Nicholas had definitely chosen their gift well. As he went in search of them, he selfishly hoped they had more planned for him.
His erection pointed the way.
[end part 5/6]
[Control Room]
When he released her mouth, Nicholas again turned to the console. Janette wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder as she watched him work. After a long while, she said, "I wonder, Nicholas, what has happened to us three this evening. We have not been like this in
centuries.""Five centuries, to be exact," Nick replied.
"Why tonight, though?"
"It's his birthday," Nick replied wistfully, his fingers working adroitly across the console as he composited the recording. "And we're remembering that night."
"Oh yes," she sighed. "That night was indeed magical. We were happy, we were together..."
"We were hornier than hell," Nick finished with a chuckle.
"Why was that, I wonder."
"As I recall, LaCroix later blamed it on a strange planetary conjunction or some other such nonsense."
"Hardly nonsense," came LaCroix's voice behind them.
"Hello, old boy!" Nick called to him, not looking up from the console. "Did you enjoy your present?"
Janette straightened and turned to him. "Yes, did you? And where is that young one?"
LaCroix moved farther into the small room. "I left her sleeping in the other room. It seems she is exhausted — too much dancing, or something," he said as he moved close to Janette. "And, yes, I enjoyed my present very much." He looked over all the electronic equipment and noticed that the scenes on the monitors were of him and the lap dancer. "What is this?" he asked, wondering
if it was more of his "present.""Just a little memento of today," Janette said, snaking an arm around his waist.
"Almost finished," Nick said as the last few strains of the music were heard Nick cut off the recording just as LaCroix was penetrating the dancer from behind.
LaCroix rose a questioning eyebrow at the record being cut there.
"Don't worry, mon cherie," Janette assured him. "What is at the beginning of the disc is even better."
"Better?"
"Oh, definitely better, LaCroix," Nick said, popping the disc, barely containing his amusement. "Something you haven't seen in a *long* time."
LaCroix gazed into the eyes of his long-time companions. Affection and mirth were clearly evident in them, and something else. "Unusual planetary conjunctions are not to be taken lightly," he began softly, touching each lovely face before him. "This evening presents us with similar conjunctions.
Although they are not quite as favorable as that night, I daresay they *could* present us with similar affects, if the two of you would care to explore them."Nick stood and handed the birthday boy the disc in its plastic case. "Happy Birthday, LaCroix," he said, kissing the old vampire's cheek. Then he turned a boyish grin to Janette. "I told you he'd find the energy," he said with a wink.
Janette grinned impishly back at him. "Yes. That you did. But do we have the energy for him?"
Nick picked his shirt up off the floor, quickly slipping it on and buttoning it. "Where shall we go to find out?"
LaCroix whispered something to Janette that Nicholas could not hear. Then the old vampire kissed her forehead and pushed her gently toward the door. When the door shut behind her, he finally answered Nicholas' question. "Your place," he said, folding his arms and leaning comfortably against the wall in the small room.
Nick imitated the older vampire's stance against the console. "Where did you send her?" he asked casually.
"For refreshments," LaCroix replied. "You never seem to have anything decent to consume at your place," he said flatly.
"The synthetics aren't so bad once you get used to them," Nick said with a grin. "Besides, at least I'm drinking human synthetics these days."
"I suppose one must be grateful for small wonders," the elder vampire replied flippantly. Then, in a more serious tone, he said, "I also wanted to talk to you, alone."
"About?"
LaCroix stared intently at the beautiful blond vampire before him. "I want to know why."
Nick felt his mind flash back five hundred years. Suddenly he was again sating himself with that slave, draining the last drops of her blood as he plunged into her, drinking in her final memories of LaCroix's attentions, loving those memories, wanting them to be his own. He suddenly felt
helpless as the scene continued to unfold. He forced himself into the present, enduring LaCroix's intense scrutiny for a moment, then matched it with his own glare. "I don't know why," he said gruffly. "I never wanted to before that night, and I most assuredly haven't wanted to do it since then."
The older vampire was enjoying the conflict he saw behind the younger one's eyes. "Until now," he prompted.Again Nick felt himself in the past. He was looking up from the now-lifeless dancer, glancing over to his companions. Janette was atop LaCroix; he had his mouth firmly attached to one of her breasts as she rode him hard. Nick crawled to them; his eyes glowed with the same fever that consumed his
friends. He was fixated on LaCroix's neck, could see the pulse, could feel the explosion that was coming soon, and he *wanted* to be a part of it — to taste LaCroix's orgasm because the dancer could not. He lay down next to them and placed one hand at the small of Janette's back and the other behind LaCroix's neck. As his mouth approached that much-sought- after site, he felt
a hand at his groin — it gently grasped his balls and fondled them; then another hand, a smaller one, encircled his erection and began pumping it. With a growl, his teeth penetrated LaCroix's jugular and he felt the three come as one.The younger vampire shook himself back into the present. His eyes pleaded with the elder one. "I don't understand, LaCroix," he continued in a rough tone. "Blame it on the planets if you like--I don't care. All I know is that I do."
Nick truly didn't understand. Their relationship had always had sexual undertones, but on this evening, like that one all those centuries ago, those undertones were overt. They pulled him toward his old friend, made him see the old vampire in ways that only invaded his dreams, made him want to make those dreams real. Nick's mouth felt dry and he suddenly wanted to sate himself with LaCroix's neck, to penetrate and be penetrated, to taste and be tasted, to feel his friend's passion and to have his passion felt.
LaCroix could feel Nicholas' intense desire through their bond as well as see it in his eyes. The old vampire wanted to drown himself in it but also felt they should wait for Janette. This moment should be shared with her, he felt. He blinked to sever the eye contact that served to bind them in that
instant, then held up the disc to change the subject. "By the way, Nicholas," he began. "What *is* on the rest of this disc?"The younger vampire visibly relaxed. Even so, although he was grateful for the change of subject, Nick fairly flushed with embarrassment. "It was Janette's idea, really," he said, clearing his throat. LaCroix raised a questioning eyebrow, and so Nick pointed to the small camera just above LaCroix's head. "I had no clue at the time."
The elder vampire laughed in delight. "She recorded the two of you?" he asked almost incredulously. At Nicholas' embarrassed nod, he said, "Well, well--this birthday is getting better and better all the time!" He dramatically gestured toward the door. "Shall we proceed? I do believe we
have a disc to view."- fine -
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