Please archive: "Something" Nick/LC Graphic-sex Marcia Tucker scfimarci@aol.com "Something" (Nick/LC) Forever Knight erotica copyright 1996 by Marcia Tucker =0D Introduction: This story was written for a specific group of close frien= ds, but I wanted to share it with the UF loop and JADFE readers as well. = This is purposely written in present tense. References are made to sexu= al escapades in which Nick participated the night before this story begin= s - no description or further explanation of this is available. =0D Time: The future - in an alternate post-3rd season universe in which "La= st Knight" never happened. =0D Warning: graphic m/m sex, language, consensual violence =0D =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D =0D Dawn breaks over the city of Toronto. In a loft apartment in the wareho= use district, a vampire has arrived home a few minutes earlier, timing hi= s return so that the sun's rays do not burn him. He is tired, but very h= appy and relaxed. Sighing, he puts away his keys and watch in a box by h= is phone, then freezes. He is not alone. Grinning, he does not turn around. He does not need to. Nick Knight st= ands at ease and unbuttons his shirt cuffs as he senses the approach of t= he other. "I was hoping to find you here," he murmurs, then leans on his= hands on the table in front of him. Hands slip around his waist from the back, a touch he welcomes now. "Yo= u've had quite a night, my dear," the deep voice of the other whispers. = "You know, of course, that I was aware of what was happening..." A nod, then he smiles and tenses as soft, dry lips are placed on the bac= k of his neck. "I thought as much. I could feel you through our link. = I kept hoping you'd join us... ahhh..." Nick rocks his weight back on hi= s heels, letting his ass bump up against the other's groin. "Next week I will." An answering pressure as his partner leans forward = against his ass. The hands pull Nick against the length of his tall body= =2E "But I wanted to wait this time so that I could have you to myself."= Nick closes his eyes, concentrating on the pressure on his back and ass = and the stolen kisses on the back of his neck, which are still continuing= =2E "So that's why you're here now? To have me?" Hands straighten his body now, and one hand reaches up to clasp his chin= =2E His head is turned by the jaw to face the other's over his shoulder.= At last their eyes meet. "Nicholas, I'm here to have only what you giv= e me." = The consideration of the other pleases Nick deeply. It is one more new = aspect to their renewed relationship. In the far past, Nick would have b= een taken without asking. When his chin is released, he turns his head b= ack to face the table, looking down, his eyes closing. When he speaks, h= is voice is low and sultry. "Then, by all means, have me, Lucien. Now. = Here." = His stance is obvious, but Lucien LaCroix hesitates, wondering with a de= ep thrill that his beloved protege should be so willing. If he checks, h= e will find that Nick's penis is already painfully rigid, creating a huge= bulge in the crotch of his jeans. But sensing along their master/child = link, he realizes that after a wild night of "having" over and over, Nick= is more than ready to be had and especially by the one who knows so well= how to have him. LaCroix lets a surprised huff of air escape, then slowly smiles. "Very = well, my lusty child! I would like nothing better myself!" His smile br= oadens and he licks his lips in anticipation. This is something he's bee= n hoping for for some time! "Nicholas - do unbutton your shirt for me, p= lease." His hands caress the back of his son's head and his back as Nick= straightens to comply. When Nick is done, he resumes his stance, only more so - now he moves hi= s legs wider apart and bends over slightly as he leans again on the table= =2E His shirt is open, the tails pulled free from his pants. With a si= gh, he feels his master's hands slip under the material and slide up to h= is chest. Eagerly, he arches his back a little, pressing his nipples int= o the palms of the other for some attention. "I want it, Lucien," Nick breathes, again positioning his ass against th= e groin behind him. He thrills to feel an answering hardness against his= buttocks. = "I confess, Nicholas," LaCroix murmurs, his hands dropping to attend to = Nick's belt, "I've been finding it difficult keeping thoughts of you away= =2E All during the night, when you were with them, I pictured you in act= ion." The belt buckle undone, he tugs hard to pull the belt loose. He p= unctuates the tugging with his words. "As you *pumped* your hard cock, a= nd *fucked* for all you were worth." His low, dark voice is a tease to t= he aroused vampire under his hands. Now that the belt is free, LaCroix leans his body full against the other= as he reaches both hands around the slim hips to fondle the straining or= gans. "My, my, Nicholas, you can still get it up after all that? I am i= mpressed!" He chuckles sensuously, kneading the big bulge, getting low g= runts as a reward. Then he works the zipper down quickly, yanking at Nic= k's pants and briefs to free all that luscious equipment. His son gasps = as he is freed and his hard, high cock is pressed against the table. Def= tly his master removes the rest of his clothes, leaving only the open shi= rt. "Now," he is directed, "stay right there..." LaCroix stands back, moving off him, and begins to remove his own clothe= s. Of course at this point he has a straining organ of his own to deal w= ith! In seconds he kicks off the last of his clothes, dressed now only i= n his shirt, which he also leaves open. Briefly he strokes his own cock,= but of course it is as rock hard as his son's. Attending to Nick again,= he first puts his foot against the instep of the other, nudging him to w= iden his stance. "Legs apart, Nicholas... that's right... lean over a bi= t more, would you, my dear?" Nick, breathing a bit heavily, complies gladly, moving his legs farther = apart for him. With a sudden sweep of his arm, he brushes everything off= the table, sending lamp, key box, and phone flying. Now Nick leans his = forearms onto the table, bending over more, his ass high in the air. LaCroix chuckles - Nick is so delightfully passionate! Again he thrills= at his son's anxious desire. He feels sharply in their link that his be= autiful Nicholas is hot for him to take him, to fill him and ride him har= d. His child wants to be fucked! And so he shall be! He lets the change thrum through him powerfully, and, gazing goldly at t= he bowed back before him, he abruptly grabs at the ass before him, taking= each cheek in his hand and pulling them apart roughly. The rough treatm= ent gets a grunt out of Nick, but this is all part of the normal routine = between them. Growling, LaCroix thrusts a finger up into the tight assho= le and begins to work it around. = Naturally, the change has washed through Nick as well, his expression cr= afty and his eyes blazing as he pushes back onto the finger inside him. = The grinding of his hips help to loosen the ring of muscle, and he gasps = with lust as a second finger enters, then a third. Eagerly he rides the = fingers, bracing himself against the table as he thrusts back. = LaCroix, his nostrils flaring in his hard arousal, delights in his son's= pumping and growls deep in his throat as he finger-fucks him. He slides= a hand around to the hard stomach to hold him, and continues his convuls= ive, hard thrusting. For a brief moment he contemplates inserting more t= han a few fingers, but then decides he'd rather insert something else alt= ogether. = With a snarl, he pulls his hand out, roughly shoving Nick forward onto h= is belly. His fingers clench tightly onto his son's hips and he now pres= ses his rigid rod into the cleft between his butt cheeks. Another hard s= hove. "Is this what you want, Nicholas?" he asks, leaning his weight on = him. His voice is hard, purposely angry, insistent. = "Damn it, yes," Nick growls back throatily. His cock, now pressed up ag= ainst the underside of the table, throbs in unfulfilled desire. "I want = it, and I want it hard and deep!" = His declaration is rewarded with a brutal cuff to the head. "Do you now= ?" His master taunts him, grabbing his hair and forcing him to arch his = neck back. LaCroix snarls, and glances down the column of his taut throa= t from over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye he spies a letter= opener still on the table within reach. Idly he wonders how far Nick's = blood might spray if his throat was slit. Except that it would be a usel= ess waste of his son's delicious blood, which he'd far rather have in his= veins. Nick thrills in the rough treatment, a catharsis that is an incredible c= ounterpoint to the rather more tame lovemaking in which he'd been earlier= engaged. As he cannot be permanently harmed by brutality, he has come t= o accept the role that violence now has in his sex life. The danger, eve= n if temporary, is a terrific turn on! = And the nastiness in his master's voice is definitely dangerous. "And w= hy would I oblige you? What have you done for me to deserve this?" "Anything," Nick gasps, breathing hard from the sheer lust that overwhel= ms him. "I'll do anything to get it." A laugh, which comes out more like a sharp bark. "Anything?" "Give it to me," Nick desperately pleads, extremely excited by the delay= =2E "Damn you, give it to me! Fuck me!" A hand reaches under to pinch Nick in the scrotum, who yelps, grinning. = "What was that you said, Nicholas?" A deep, throaty growl issues forth. "I said - *fuck me*! Damn, you kno= w me too well. Shit! Just fuck me, please." LaCroix laughs, long and hearty. He adores doing exactly what his lusty= son wishes, which in this case is to stir him into a frenzy. It's worki= ng. "How polite!" He grips his head tighter, shaking it roughly. "He s= ays please! But the fact remains - you haven't done anything to get it!"= Nick is quite beside himself but he grins, deeply pleased. LaCroix is s= o very, very good at this sort of thing! "Anything," he repeats, purpose= ly sounding desperate, making his voice rise into a whine. "I'll do anyt= hing - tell me what to do!" Suddenly his head is released, and the pressure on his ass disappears as= LaCroix steps back. "Very well," his master snaps, all humor gone again= =2E "Let me see..." Idly he fingers himself as he walks around the couc= h to face his son, who maintains his position against the table. As he c= omes around, Nick lifts his head to regard him curiously. There is utter= ly no fear in him, though he knows full well what LaCroix is capable of. = All sorts of abasements could potentially be required of him to get his = master's cock up his ass. = LaCroix kneels on the couch before him, leaning on the top of the couch.= "Good... very good. You've learned to keep still in a situation such a= s this," he comments, meeting Nick's narrowed gaze. He continues to pump= his own cock, and catches Nick's glance dropping down to it. "I know yo= u want this bad," he adds in a low murmur, and gets a deep growl from his= son in response. Then - knowing it was not what Nick wanted and to teas= e him further - LaCroix gently cups his son's cheek in his hand. He is dead right. Nick is not happy with the tender gesture. LaCroix s= natches his hand away just as it is about to get bit. His son now regard= s him with hooded, red eyes, breathing hard. The danger between them is = delicious and well-savored by both. "Lucien..." Nick murmurs seductively= , having saved this special tactic for just this moment. "Fuck my ass, L= ucien... take me hard..." Gasping at the siren lure in the voice of his most beloved creation, LaC= roix feels a responding surge in his own cock, his balls pulled tight aga= inst his body, his rod painfully hard. He backs off the couch and briefl= y turns away. Nick slides back down into the taking position, gripping the top of the = table with his ass poised high, feet wide apart, his anus open and ready.= "Lucien..." he hisses again, knowing intimately what his voice is doing= to the other. "I need to be fucked, Lucien. My ass is ready for your b= ig, fucking cock, Lucien. Take me deep and take me hard... " LaCroix strains against the impulse, dizzy with lust. His Nicholas is s= uch a master! He feels his last resistance draining away, knowing that h= is will is being bent inexorably by the other. The voice is relentless -= "Fuck me... Lucien, fuck me..." He cannot avoid taking him now. Even = for the sake of teasing him, for prolonging the delicious agony of the wa= it, LaCroix cannot hold out. With a pure animalian snarl, he returns to = the sculpted form of his darling Nicholas, splayed out for his taking. S= eeing the stretched out anus hole awaiting him, he loses it completely. = Roaring, he digs his fingernails into the flesh of Nick's hips and plant= s his cock deep into the ass before him with one tremendous heave upward.= The force is enough to lift Nick off his feet momentarily. Now, finall= y, all restraint is released and at last Nick gets what he's been waiting= , hoping for. The cock up his ass pulls back slowly, then slides all the= way up his canal again, then back. = LaCroix, closing his eyes, quickly settles into a rhythm of fucking, ea= ch pump deep and hard. He luxuriates in the feel of his Nicholas around = his cock, enjoying the sensation of his organ being swallowed by the ass = of the other. The tight channel provides wonderful stimulation, an exper= t throat creating incredible friction in all the right places. He shiver= s with the intensity of the sensations and gasps in pleasure as Nick begi= ns to move as well, pushing back and pulling off in a matching rhythm. I= t is ironic that as LaCroix takes Nick's ass so thoroughly, Nick in turn = is taking LaCroix's cock to its roots, tightening his anus around it to s= imulate the sucking action of a mouth. No blow job could be as thorough!= The mutual fucking grows in intensity, getting faster and harder. Indee= d, the two male vampires, one pumping forward as the other pumps backward= s, pound against each other with brutal force that would severely injure = a mortal. And, as Nick's cock is now getting a similar treatment, presse= d as it is between his body and the rough wood of the table, he is swiftl= y nearing orgasm as well. Both are roaring lustily, angrily, rushing wit= h vampire speed toward sensate overload. = Suddenly both throbbing cocks are spurting convulsively! LaCroix pumps = his load deep into Nick's ass, while Nick's cock shoots out long red stre= ams of bloody semen onto the table, the force sending his cum shooting ev= en onto the couch. The vampires roar in their exploding orgasms, the pow= er bursting within their brains, their groins on fire. = And they are far, far, from being done with each other as their orgasms = come to a crashing conclusion - eventually. They ride the crest for seve= ral long, exquisite minutes. His balls drained, LaCroix rips his cock from deep inside his son and ha= uls him off the table, whipping him around to face him. They crash back = against the table as Nick strikes first, tearing cloth and flesh to get = at his master's blood. LaCroix's fangs strike a second later and their b= lood floods each other's mouth and throat. Still growling deep in their = throats, the vampires suck greedily on the life essence of the other. Th= eir blood is still thick with the chemical aftertaste of their orgasms an= d the power thrums through them anew, making their bodies shudder in afte= rshock. = There is *so* much in their shared blood. Nick's long night of sex, now= shared and relived with his master, his blood tinged with the blood take= n from his partners, and rich with his love for them and theirs for him. = Nick and LaCroix's mutual exaltation as vampires, now at last shared. = Their personal power built over the centuries - Nick, of course, is quite= old as a vampire, and LaCroix is positively ancient. Their mutual regar= d... Nick calls it love, and it is definitely that, but LaCroix would sa= y there is no word to describe what he bears for his son. It so far surp= asses mortal experience that no language can capture what lies between th= em. Still entwined, still feeding blissfully, the vampires sink together to = the floor, their legs giving out. They have lost all awareness of their = physical selves, in fact, and exist only on some higher plane of consciou= sness, their blood the medium of travel. = They drink from each other for a very long time. = =0D Eventually they slip apart, slick with bloodsweat, muscles relaxing so c= ompletely that they can no longer keep a grip on each other's throat with= their fangs. A deep languor swallows them as they feebly shift in order= to collapse into each other's arms. LaCroix kisses Nick's damp hair ten= derly, the violence all drained from his being. Nick, in response, takes= one of his master's hands and presses the back of it fervently against h= is lips. Then he moves weakly up the other's chest in order to settle up= on his mouth. = They kiss for a long time - delicately, tenderly, sweetly, the softness = of their kiss a sharp contrast to their recent violence. Both sigh langu= idly as their lips separate and at last their eyes meet again. What goes= between them in that gaze is as profound as what their blood spoke to ea= ch other. "So, Nicholas," LaCroix speaks first, brushing the damp hair from his so= n's forehead, "five? And it was their idea?" A slow grin. "Yeah. And then it took me all night of course to thank e= ach of them properly for their, ah, attentions." LaCroix smiles as well at last. "How delightful. I should have at leas= t come to watch." Nick, his head pillowed on his master's shoulder, idly caresses the othe= r's chest, running his fingers lightly through the sparse light brown hai= rs. "You would not have watched for long, Lucien." A hand touches Nick's brow, cheek, lips in casual study. "No, I don't s= uppose I would have." He sighs, enjoying their intimacy. "Nicholas... I= am glad that you nevertheless choose to enjoy my company as well. You k= now... how I feel about you." The hand on his chest stills. "Yes." A single word, no more. There ar= e no more. "My Nicholas..." The deep voice is redolent with pleasure and satisfact= ion. A balm to the soul of the younger vampire. The intense regard and = pride of LaCroix for him sends a deep thrill through his heart. = And Nick Knight dares to speak that which once filled him with horror. = It has taken on a completely new meaning for him and the fear of this rea= lity is gone. "Master..." LaCroix tenses, stifling a gasp. His son has never, ever, spoken that w= ord with such love before. He can scarcely believe he has heard it. It = speaks of an acceptance that Nick has taken a very long time to reach, ac= ceptance that both had once believed impossible. But, then, love frequen= tly ignores the realm of possibilities. = There is no reply. Nick, as he spoke the word, has wondered what the re= sponse would be. It spells their basic relationship, the biological real= ity of vampire master and his creation. Of course in the past it had com= e to mean that LaCroix believed Nick to be his possession. That is utter= ly gone. Nick would never have returned to LaCroix else. He resumes his= light attention to his master's chest. "I think I might want to just sl= eep here. My limbs don't seem to want to move." His eyes are closed, hi= s lashes golden against his cheek. = A sigh. "Then, by all means, we shall remain here," LaCroix murmurs wit= h a tenderness that amazes him. "Sleep, my precious son. You have well = earned the rest." An answering sigh, then Nick's hand again stills, relaxing against the c= hest. In less than a minute, he falls deeply asleep, peaceful in his bel= oved Lucien's arms. = LaCroix lies awake moments longer, his ancient, partially thawed heart w= arm at last, feeling... something for his beautiful creation, his Nichola= s. He cannot, will not put a name to it. But it is there, it is real, a= nd it makes him ache wonderfully. At last he, too, closes his eyes... bu= t not before a thin trail of red from a corner has loosed itself down his= cheek. =0D The End. =0D Written October 3-4, 1996 =0D Marcia Tucker / scfimarci@aol.com Dark Knightie / Unnamed / Immortal Beloved "You really like me, Nicholas. You just don't know that you do." - LaCro= ix to Nick, "Night in Question" =0D =0D --PART.BOUNDARY.0.23976.emout13.mail.aol.com.856621967--