This story is mine..All the stories I have written are mine..You can have the
bugs and mice.  Thank you for the challenge Molly.

This is rated NC-17   VERY STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT  Nicholas/LaCroix 


Lock-Up
gail Andrea
Trekkin@aol.com
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"What's going on here?"  Nick watched a parade of prisoners being marched up the stairs.
"Well partner,"  Schanke said while devouring a jelly donut..."  They're all being moved to
different precincts."  Nick still didn't get it.  "What's wrong with our own lock-up?"
"Bugs...and mice."   "WHAT?"  Schanke was only too happy to elaborate.  "I'm telling
you Nick, the basement is crawling with all kinds of wildlife."  "Schanke, that's disgusting."
Schanke rolled his eyes and licked jelly off his fingers..."I know it is.  That's why they're
spraying the place.  Their gonna drill holes in the cement in the morning and put all kinds
of chemicals down there.  That's why the prisoners are being moved.  No one can go
down there for at least two days.  We're going to shut the door, put up a do not enter sign,
and crack open a couple of those tiny basement windows  for a couple of days.  After
that...no more wildlife.  Then we return our prisoners to their lovely cells.  We're sending
nearly the whole  staff to the other nearby precincts to help with the extra prisoner load, so
this place will be real quiet for the next few days."  Nick just nodded as they headed out
the door.

Nick dragged himself out of his caddy just before dawn.  It had been a long night, and he
couldn't wait to get to sleep.  He was off tonight, which was great.  He needed a break.
He punched in the code to the door, opened it, and looked down to see a small note had
been left for him.  "Now what?"  He read it.  "Your answering machine didn't pick up, so
the Captain wanted this message to be left for you.  You'll be needed at the precinct
tonight, so be there at midnight, and don't be late."  Nick cursed under his breath and
headed upstairs.  He drank a whole bottle of bovine and went to bed.

Nick was still irritated when he got to the station that night.  He walked in, and he was met
by silence.  "I don't believe it." He said to himself.  "They emptied out the place and left the
front door unlocked.  Brilliant!" He heard something at  the other end of the room.  He
walked over and saw that the door to the lock-up was ajar.  He opened the door slowly,
walked in,  and closed it behind him.  He slowly descended the stairs.  "Is someone down
here?"  The poison spray was pretty thick in the air, but it had no affect on him.  He walked
passed cells with closed iron bar doors, but the last door was opened. 

Suddenly he was pulled off of his feet and slammed against the inside of the opened cell
wall.  Then the gate was slammed shut and he was thrown onto the bars of the door.
"You're under arrest mon fils.  Let me read you your rights."  "LaCroix!"   "AH...AH...AH...
No talking back to the arresting officer."  LaCroix said. "Now...let's see.  Oh yes.  I must
check you for concealed weapons."  Nick's chest was plastered against the bars and
LaCroix glued himself to Nick's  back.  Slowly LaCroix began to run his hands up Nick's
sides, then his shoulders, and finally his neck.  He slowly tilted his son's neck to the side
and planted tiny sharp kisses along its length.  Nick let a low moan slip out as LaCroix
continued his thorough weapon's check.  He pulled Nick away from the bars ever so
slightly and began moving his large right hand along the front of Nick's right thigh, then up
his flat belly to his chest.  "Oh...now what do we have here?"  LaCroix removed Nick's
gun from it's holster and dropped it to the floor.  "Very bad prisoner."  Nick took in a
sharp breath.  "I see we'll have to do a full body search young man." 

LaCroix didn't even bother to turn Nick to face him.  He quickly removed Nick's jacket
and shirt.  He had his son's full attention.  LaCroix removed his own shirt, and pressed
himself against the cool inviting skin of his lovely son.  Nick gripped the bars above his
head as LaCroix  kissed and licked his back, shoulders, and neck.  LaCroix slipped an
earlobe into his mouth and nipped it, sucking sweet droplets of blood into his mouth.
Nick moaned louder now, urging his master on.  LaCroix turned Nick's head and
captured his mouth in a long deep kiss.  "Oh...you are a bad prisoner aren't you?"  Nick
said nothing as he rested his forehead against the cool bars.  "I think it's time to continue
the body search."  LaCroix slowly opened Nick's belt, opened and unzipped Nick's
pants and pulled them to the ground along with his underwear.  He pulled Nicks shoes
off and the whole lot was thrown to the back of the cell.  Nick's perfect bottom  rubbed
seductively against LaCroix's clothed erection.  LaCroix ran his hands up Nick's inner
thighs and lightly stroked his balls.  LaCroix's touch caused Nick to rear back into
LaCroix, rubbing his naked ass hard against the rough material of LaCroix's slacks.
"You really must learn to behave yourself my young felon.  It's time to continue the
search, don't you think little one?"  LaCroix removed the rest of his own clothing.  Then
he resumed his former position, pushing his huge erection along the center of his son's
lovely rump.  "LaCroix..Please." Nick was quickly losing control.  "Please what, you
arrogent young whelp?"  LaCroix continued rubbing  his cock up and down the length
of Nick's ass, while simultaniously running one hand over his son's sensitive nipples.
With his other hand he began to lightly stroke Nick's painfully erect cock right
through the metal bars. 


Nick's breathing was becoming eratic and LaCroix stopped.  "NO...Don't stop."  "Easy
now Nicholas...Easy." LaCroix picked up the small tube he had dropped on the floor by
his feet.  He coated his fingers and sex with the slippery lubricant.  "You do want to be a
model prisoner, don't you?"  Nick was not about to answer that question.  He just
moaned louder.  LaCroix pulled Nick away from the bars slightly.  "Now young man,
bend over slightly and grab hold of those bars.  Nick obeyed without a sound.  He felt
LaCroix push one slippery finger into his tight opening, and he pushed back trying to
impale himself on it.  "Easy now...Patience."  Nick's answer to that was a low growl.
LaCroix gently slipped a second then a third finger in.  Nicholas was nearly crying for
more when LaCroix removed his fingers from his son's luscious body.  He wrapped his
left arm around his son's waist and held the bars with his right.  Then slowly...ever so
slowly he pushed the head of his lubricated cock into that tight, wet body.  Nicholas let
out a deep satisfied moan as LaCroix pushed all the way into him.  For a moment
LaCroix just let the pleasure of that moment flow over him.  "Nicholas."  LaCroix's
voice was a sensuous growl.."stand up and hold on."  Nick straightened  and held onto
the bars for dear life as LaCroix began to glide in and out of him in a strong  penetrating
rhythm.  LaCroix reached around in front of his son and grasped his beautiful erection in
his slippery right hand and began stroking him to the same heart pounding rhythm.
Nicholas screamed with pleasure  as the double onslaught began to send him over the
edge of ecstasy.  He pushed back against his master resting his head on LaCroix's
shoulder.  LaCroix added more stimulation to their union by bending his head down and
capturing his son's mouth in a soulful kiss.  Nicholas returned the kiss with an all
consuming passion.  Suddenly everything seemed to stop as Nicholas' whole body
tensed. "OH GOD!" he screamed as his orgasm blinded him, and he came with pounding
force through the metal bars.  The overpowering need to feed was overwhelming him.
LaCroix's left wrist was there for him as Nick drove his fangs home.  Nicholas' muscles
clenched around LaCroix's  cock, bringing LaCroix's orgasm on  in a furious rush.  He
came deep inside his son.  He drove his aching fangs deep into his Nicholas'  throat, and
drank in his extraordinary essence.  They rode wave after wave of pleasure, holding
nothing back, until it finally began to subside.  They finally released each other, but
LaCroix was still buried deep inside Nicholas. 

Nicholas rested his head back on LaCroix's shoulder again, accepting one more passionate
kiss as LaCroix gently moved out of his body.  LaCroix slowly turned Nicholas around to
face him.  Nicholas' face was flushed pink from their lovemaking and he seemed to glow
from within.  LaCroix held his son's face in his hands for a moment.  "Nicholas.  It was so
thoughtful of your fellow officers to vacate the premises for us.  We really must get them to
do it more often.  You really are a model prisoner."  "Well father, don't count on it ever
happening again."  "Oh...and why not pray tell?"  Nick looked around the lock-up area and
stated in no uncertain terms that all the livestock in the lock-up area had been exterminated
for good, and they wouldn't be back.  "OH...  REALLY..."  LaCroix said as he looked
around.  "You know that nature always finds a way my son...Look!"  Across the room
three fat mice strolled in a leisurely pace along the floor, carrying what looked like solid
pieces of poison along for the ride. They were obviously immune to the poison.  "You see,
mon fils, nature always finds a way to survive...Just like us!  Come Nicholas.  Let's get
dressed and take our leave of this place.  We can continue our little body search at your
loft.  Nick held LaCroix by the waist for a moment.  "But LaCroix, I thought I was under
arrest."   '"You are my son...permanently.