For James: You've probably already recovered but just in case... This is a
thank you for all your wonderful stories. This is my virgin attempt at
erotica so accept it in the spirit in which it is intended rather than the
below average skill level so prominent on the list. You can archive this,
reprint or burn it. Standard disclaimer: these characters aren't mine but
oh, how I wish...

Catch of the Day
by Deb Rowland
Nick/LaCroix
explict m/m sex

The crash reverberated throughout the small cabin, followed by a cry of
pain, swiftly cut off in the middle. LaCroix lowered his book and looked
towards the other room. "Nicholas? What happened?"

"Nothing." The reply was terse, the voice obviouslyu tense. Before LaCroix
could comment the voice continued. "I, uh, tripped over your (mmph)
mukluks. If you (ouch) would put them in the corner (uuuh) where they
belong this wouldn't keep happening."

LaCroix grimmanced. Obviously there was more to this than Nicholas was
willing to admit but he was willing to play the game...at least for the
moment.

After half an hour of muffled French curses and scuffling sounds from the
other room LaCroix' curiousity was almost unbearable. Once again he lowered
the book intending to find out just *what* was going on. Just then Nicholas
appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.

"I, uh, need to ask a favor."

"Of course, Nicholas. What do you need?"

"I, uh, tripped over your mukluks."

"Yes, so you said earlier. I apologize for my negligence. What is the favor?"

"When I fell I landed on your newest hobby."

LaCroix was rapidly tiring of this game of 20 questions. Nicholas
recoginized the irritation and hurried into speech again.

"I landed on your treble hook and I can't get it out by myself."

LaCroix stared, bemused, at his favorite child before his mind supplied the
details Nicholas was so obviously loath to admit. It took every ounce of
his not inconsiderable control to push down the hysterical laughter at the
mental image of Nicholas trying to remove a large triple barbed hook
embedded in his own derriere.

LaCroix shook the picture from his mind and stood, his face emotionless.
"Lie on the bed."

After Nick stretched out, LaCroix quickly tore the trousers away from the
still bleeding wound. The force of the fall had driven the hook deeply into
the mucsle and Nick was hard presssed to keep still while the older vampire
maneuvered the steel from his body.

Finally the hook was free and LaCroix found himself responding to the sight
and smell of Nicholas' blood. He slowly lowered his head to the wound and
licked at it.

Nick startled and turned his head to look. "What are you doing?"

"Merely kissing it to make it better, my son." At that LaCroix' head
lowered again and he lapped at the drying trickles of blood that had run
over Nick's hip to the bedclothes. He noted that Nick's breathing had
quickened and was rather uneven now. He turned his attention to Nicks'
other buttock, alternately scraping his fangs over it and licking the
resulting scratches. He finally realized that Nick was struggling against
him and sighed, moving off of Nick's legs so that he could turn over.
Expecting his son to be furious he was astounded when Nick grabbed him
roughly and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. LaCroix'eyes widened then
closed in ecstacy as Nick's tongue explored, lingering over the now painful
fangs. As the kiss continued both men pulled at their clothes in a rush to
feel skin against skin. They settled back on the bed running hands and hot
mouths over each other's bodies.

Nick's hand found LaCroix' erection and closed over it, stroking lightly
then with increasing pressue and speed. As LaCroix bit back a moan, Nick
lowered his head and licked slowly down, then back the length of his
master's hard cock before taking the organ deep into his mouth. A few
minutes of hard sucking brought LaCroix to the brink of orgasm. He raised
Nick's head, his eyes telegraphing a question. Without hesitation Nick
nodded and knelt down with his head on the mattress. LaCroix moved behind
his beloved child and quickly pushed inside. Normally he preferred hours of
foreplay and was generous in preparing Nicholas for this act but tonight
his need was overwhelming.

Nick gasped then moaned as his lover thrust repeatedly inside him, faster
and deeper each time. As the pleasure mounted LaCroix' hands found their
way to Nick's erection and began pumping it in time with the thrusts. As
they exploded in orgasm together LaCroix leaned forward and bit deeply into
Nick's neck, savoring the blood he too rarely tasted.

As the two separated, Nick, his voice still husky with passion, said "Thank
you for removing the hook without laughing at me."

Think nothing of it." Lacroix panted. "You are without a doubt my best
catch ever."