As I sink into yet another puddle of lust, I must express my ufishly erotic needs to my UNnamed
family.  Worlds may end, galaxies may explode, but my lust is eternal. Lucien and Nicholas are
my passion.  -gail-  TREKKINN@AOL.COM

Nick felt hot breath over his shoulder. Schanke stood behind him, one leg nervously shaking.
He had that "I need a favor" look on his face.  "OK partner, what do you want?"  "UHHH,
look Nick, I have to finish all the paperwork on these cases.  Jenny has this report due for
school on ancient Rome or something, and uhhh.."    "Schanke, just spit it out.  What do you
want me to do?"  "Well partner, would you go to the library for me and pick up these three
books?"  Nick looked at the short list  Don handed him.  "You must be kidding Schanke, it's
nearly 10:00.  The library must be closed."  At least that was what Nick was hoping.  "OH,
no way Nick.  Every other Friday night it's opened til midnight."  Nick hemmed and hawed,
but the pathetic look on his partner's face made him agree to go.  "Look, Schanke, I have to
stop off at the Raven first, but I promise I'll get the books." "You are a true friend, Nick.  I
owe you one."  "Yea, Yea, I know.  Just give Jenny a kiss for me, OK?"

Nick had to make a quick stop at the Raven.  The club had received a summons two weeks
earlier for exceding the limit on the amount of people in the club.  A rookie cop was feeling a
bit overzealous at the time and shoved the summons in LaCroix's face.  Nick would have
loved to have been there for that scene.  LaCroix had asked Nick to take care of it.  Nick had
the distinct impression from his old master that it wasn't a request, but an order.  Anyway, it
was done. He just had to give LaCroix the paperwork.

Nick arrived at the Raven at 10:20.  Plenty of time to get the books for Schanke.  LaCroix
was reclining by the bar as Nick entered the club.  Nick thought for a second that LaCroix
looked as in control as ever, dressed in a black silk shirt buttoned right to the top, with neatly
pressed black slacks accentuating his well developed long legs.  "HMMM..very nice."  Nick
caught himself gaping and quickly   recovered. "Control yourself Nick, you don't want him,
you don't need him."  At least that's what he wanted to believe.  LaCroix raised an eyebrow
as he caught the wisp of a thought from his son, but he just stored it away for future reference.
"Here are the papers you need LaCroix.  I have to get going."  "Leaving so soon, mon fil?"
"Ahhhh, yea, Nick stammered."  The tone in LaCroix's voice made his knees just a bit weak.
"Control yourself Nick."  He said to himself..  "Don't let him get to you." "I have to pick up
a few books at the library for Schanke."  LaCroix grabbed the list from Nick's hand.
"Hmmm...ancient Rome is it.  Those were the good old days Nicholas. But isn't it a bit late for
the library?"  "It's opened until midnight LaCroix. I have to go."  LaCroix handed the list back
to Nick, just touching his son's fingers.  It was enough to give Nick goosebumps.  Nick turned
and left. LaCroix raised that eyebrow again, and told Miklos to mind the bar.  he had an
errand to run.

Nick arrived at the library at 10:45.  One lone librarian stood guard over her domain.  He
showed her the list and she merely pointed to the farthest back corner of the vast chamber.
He took in  the scent of the old books.  They reminded him of the past.  The place was
beyond quiet.  Other than himself and the sleepy librarian the room was empty. He walked to
the end of the room, made a right turn and found his way to the last row of books.  A huge
expanse rose before him  To his right were the books.  To his left the back wall of the ancient
building.  In front of him was five feet of space between the wall and  row of books.  A bench
sat against the wall.  "Well" he thought "this is real exciting."

He suddenly felt goosebumps rise on his arms and chest.  He felt that all to familiar presence.
He turned back around and LaCroix was standing right behind him.  "LaCroix, what the hell
are you doing here."  "SHHHH....No need to yell  Nicholas.  You might wake our one and
only companion."  "What did you do to that librarian LaCroix?"  "Nothing my son.  I merely
suggested that she take a little nap. I also took a moment to lock the doors."

LaCroix looked to his right for a moment.  "Ah...yes."  He pulled an old volume down from a
high shelf.  "Ancient Rome IN All Her Glory"...LaCroix blew the dust off the old book.
"They should only know how it really was."  LaCroix put the book back in its place and took
a step closer to his son.  Nick tensed but stood his ground.  LaCroix could smell the tension in
his son, and the sweet spicy scent that was Nicholas. It made his fangs begin to tingle.
"LaCroix...this is...."  LaCroix quieted Nicholas with a finger to his son's lips.  Nicholas closed
his eyes at the touch.  "Why can't I resist him?"  Nicholas thought to himself.  The cool finger
traced a path across the sumptuous mouth of his son.  "Delicieux"...LaCroix whispered in his
son's left ear.   "Delicious."  "LaCroix, DON"T!"     "Don't what Nicholas?  Don't continue, or
don't stop?"  LaCroix moved that one finger across Nicholas' mouth gliding it across the left
side of his face, moving slowly down the left side of his son's neck.  Now his hand opened
and clasped the back of Nicholas' neck, pulling  the sweet object of his immortal desire closer.
"Well mon amant, which is it?"  Nick opened his eyes to reveal two golden orbs.  "It seems I
have my answer."

 Lacroix bent down slowly, deliberately , and traced Nicholas' mouth with his tongue.
Nicholas parted his lips instictively, letting out a soft moan of desire.  LaCroix dipped his
tongue into the soft cool wetness of his son's mouth, their lips locking gently as LaCroix dove
deeper into his son's depths.  They reacquainted themselves with all the feelings they had lost
in recent years.

LaCroix coaxed Nicholas up against the wall of books, bringing their bodies into direct
contact.  LaCroix broke the kiss gently and looked into his son's eyes.  They were on fire as
were his.  He moved his hands down to Nicholas' lovely rear end, squeezing ever so lightly.
Nicholas pushed forward, feeling LaCroix's growing excitiment.  LaCroix pulled Nick even
closer, rubbing his hips against his son's hips.  Nicholas moaned loud enough to echo through
the room.

LaCroix peered over and saw the bench.  Nicholas followed his master's gaze to the backless
garden bench and a thrill went through his spine, making its way down to his incredibly hard,
aching cock.  "I want all of it off, NOW."  LaCroix ordered.  Nicholas obeyed without a
word.  He undressed slowly, as LaCroix looked on in silent awe of his beautiful son.  Nicholas
threw his shirt to the ground and LaCroix took advantage of the moment.  He pulled Nicholas
to him, gliding his hands over the perfetly formed chest.  He bent down to kiss and lick each
nipple lovingly, and Nicholas' moans became sobs.  LaCroix stopped, knowing that his son
would lose control at any moment.  He didn't want Nicholas to come...not yet.

LaCroix opened Nicholas' jeans, and Nicholas quickly disposed of his shoes and socks.
Nick sat on the bench and removed his jeans.  He wasn't wearing any underwear.  "How
convenient."  LaCroix thought."  "I almost forgot how incredibly beautiful you were my son.
It's been far too long."  In a split second LaCroix was naked.  Nicholas took in the sight of his
master.  He was pale perfection.  Every muscle was toned, unblemished.  He was larger than
Nicholas in every way.

Lie on the bench Nicholas...On your back.  Nicholas reclined, his erection straining from
excitement.  LaCroix spread his son's legs and lowered them to the ground.  LaCroix moved
between the shivering legs and bent his head down to capture the head of Nicholas' aching
member in his mouth.  Nicholas nearly flew off the bench at that first exquisite touch of his
father's tongue.  Nicholas moaned with need, and LaCroix soothed him.  "Easy mon ange."
"Easy my angel."  He held his son's legs down and again tasted the tip of his son's sex.  This
time Nicholas just groaned quietly, trying to be patient.  Then LaCroix took all of him into his
mouth and down his throat.  Nicholas yelled out as the excruciating pleasure overtook him.
The sound echoed through the cavernous room.  Nicholas covered his eyes with his arms,
but LaCroix pulled his arms away.  "I want to see your pleasure my son."  He pulled Nick's
arms up over his head and made him hold onto the bench behind him.  Then LaCroix rested
his own hands back on Nick's thighs.  He licked and sucked with delicious enjoyment, using
his well experienced tongue to push Nicholas towards the edge of overwhelming bliss.  "OH
GOD FATHER...I'M GOING TO..."  Nicholas held his breath and LaCroix held his own
wrist to his son's mouth.  Nicholas bit deeply into the offered wrist, and as the first gush of
blood filled his mouth he came violently  into LaCroix's throat.  LaCroix swallowed every
drop as Nicholas trembled beneath him.  LaCroix's blood tasted of passion, lust, and a jealous
all-consuming love.  The orgasm Nicholas experienced touched him at the very core of his
being.  Finally, slowly, the waves of pleasure subsided and he stopped drinking.  Nicholas
licked LaCroix's wrist until it healed.

Nicholas couldn't move.  He needed to catch his breath and take in the long-desired pleasure
he had just recieved.  LaCroix waited, and after a few moments Nicholas focusd his now blue
again eyes on his master.  LaCroix looked like a golden-eyed demon.  Nicholas finally saw
and understood  the incredible patience and control LaCroix had been maintaining, and he
wanted to give LaCroix as much pleasure back as he had just received.  Nicholas sat up and
kissed LaCroix hungrily.  They wrapped their arms tightly around each other, and LaCroix
moaned with need and desire.  "Anything you want... Anything." Nicholas whispered these
words into LaCroix's ear while licking and biting LaCroix's earlobe.  "You know what I want
Nicholas."  LaCroix said in a rough throaty voice.

LaCroix moved backwards on the bench.  "Turn over Nicholas, and place both feet on the
floor."  Nicholas turned, spread eagle, with a long muscled  leg on each side of the bench.
The sight was irresistable.  "Now lie your head on your arms and stand."  Nicholas raised his
ass up as he stood, while he was bent over lying on his arms.  LaCroix would have fainted if
he hadn't been so excited.  He postioned himself behind his offspring, smoothing his hands
over the beautiful round globes before him."  Then LaCroix whispered..."Doux comme le
miel."  "Sweet as honey."

Nicholas waited. The thought of what LaCroix was about to do to him caused his own
erection to reappear with a vengeance.  He felt LaCroix kissing his ass, running his tongue
along the center, dipping into the tight entrance.  He shuddered under the intense siege.
"NICHOLAS."  LaCroix hissed through clenched teeth.  LaCroix could no longer contain
himself, and in one smooth stroke he pushed his aching cock deep inside his son.  Nicholas
cried out with pleasure, the sound  of his cries ringing in his own ears as the echo bounced
off the walls of the old building.  "OH  GODS."  LaCroix cried.   It was too good.  Nicholas
was so tight, and so willing.  LaCroix held onto his son's hips with an iron grip.  He was in
complete control, and that's the way he liked it.  LaCroix fell into a a slow deliberate rhythm,
taking all the pleasure he wanted from his own son.  It was beyond belief, and he couldn't
hold on much longer.  Nicholas tried to reach one hand under to masturbate himself, but
LaCroix stopped him.  Instead he pulled Nicholas up off the bench, holding him hard against
himself with one steel arm, while he reached around with his left hand to expertly work on
Nicholas'  fully erect and throbbing cock.  LaCrox pumped in and out of Nicholas with a
steady quickening rhythm, while working on Nicholas at the same pace.  They were both
headed for the most incredible orgasm of their lives.  Nicholas reached back, putting his
right arm around LaCroix's neck, and his left arm back around LaCroix's waist.  Now
LaCroix was free to release his grip on Nicholas' waist and bring his wrist up to his son's
mouth for that final moment when they would drink greedily from each other.  They could
each feel it approach, their sweat and blood mingling between them, making their bodies
slippery and wet.  They both began to moan loudly, each out of control.  Blood tears fell
on Nicholas' face as he lost himself completely in the pleasure.  "OH PLEASE...FATHER...I
CAN"T STAND IT."  LaCroix suddenly roared loud enough to rattle the old windows
above them, and they both exploded in a tremendous rush.  At that exact instant LaCroix bit
deeply into the right side of his son's throat, as Nicholas drank greedily from his father's wrist.
They shared an ecstacy like no other.  The orgasm was more than physical pleasure.  It
spread to their minds and souls, reaching into their hearts.  Yes, it was a jealous love that
LaCroix felt.  So what.  Nicholas excepted it now,  reveled in it, needed and was comforted
by it.  And LaCroix could feel all of his son's fear slipping away, being replaced by a love that
would span the centuries.  Slowly the intensity ebbed, leaving them  satisfied to the very center
of their being.

Nicholas collapsed down on the bench with LaCroix landing slowly on top of him.   Nicholas
reached back with his left hand to touch his father's face.  "I love you, you know.  With all my
heart."  LaCroix was quiet for a moment. He sat up and Nicholas turned over to meet his eyes.
LaCroix leaned down and kissed his son gently on his sweet lips, and he touched the soft face.
"Don't you know Nicholas.  From that first night nearly eight centuries ago...You captured my
heart.  Even before I took you, I loved you."  "What now father?"  "Why Nicholas, now we get
dressed, wake up sleeping beauty, and go home....together."   "Who's home father?"  "Don't
push me my son."  "But master...you know you love when I push you."   "Yes, I suppose I do."
"Umm. One more thing Nicholas...Don't forget to check out those books."

                  I spent six hours writing this.  I am truly obsessed, and I love it.  -gail-