THAT ... NIGHT
by Libby Singleton

NOTES: Permission to archive to JADFE and any Bad Fic Challenge sites. All 
others must ask. This has not been proofed or beta read.

    "I can not do this Nicholas!" LaCroix exclaimed, tossing aside the staff. 
"I will not let you use my affection for you to lure me into such an act.  
You are my peach, Nicholas, and you are sweet indeed.  I would rather have 
you turned to jelly than rotting on the ground."  The son looked upwards, and 
the sire could see tears brimming the blue eyes and angst lining Nicholas' 
entire face.  "Do not argue with me!  Your beloved Dr. Lambert can yet be 
brought across, and that I will do. You may not realize it, but that is what 
you want, dear boy.  Who better knows your needs than your master? Ah, but 
you are more to me than a son. You, dearest Nicholas, are my ... butt monkey!"

    The ancient former Roman General and master of all things sexual grabbed 
Nick as the younger, less sexually experienced vampire tried to scramble 
away.  "Do you want a spanking?  Yes... I see that is what you want for you 
have been a very bad boy, Nicholas."  LaCroix grabbed the curly haired 
vampire with one hand, and yanked down the fangy detective's trousers with 
the other hand.  He smiled at the site of the tighty whitey undies.  "I see 
you have done something in your pants. I thought you were a big boy, 
Nicholas.  What will I find if I remove your undergarment?  This is hardly an 
appropriate time for such an immature action."

    "I... I can't help it, LaCoix."

    "I have heard that excuse from you way too many times."  LaCroix ripped 
off the underwear and smiled at the exposed, throbbing penis.  "You do, 
indeed, have something to hide in your pants, I see.  Oh, and I was badly 
mistaken - you are a big boy... a very large and hard boy at that.  Spankings 
have there place and time, but there is something more urgent to be done."

    LaCroix forced Nicholas down onto all fours.  The master of buggery 
dropped his own drawers to display his even larger and harder shaft of 
pleasure.  He entered the backside of the vampire detective, pumping with 
every ounce of his 2000 years of practice.  He pumped and he thumped and he 
ejaculated with a howl.  When he came, so did Nick, who lift quite a mess 
upon the floor. In fact, they both howled with their comings, though Nick's 
was much more mournful like a Bassett hound longing for his evening biscuit.  
Still, LaCroix did not withdraw. Not yet.  He had some in reserve and he 
planned to use it.  He was much to old and powerful to let any moment, and 
any thing, go to waste.  "See Nicholas," he whispered, leaning over the 
younger's back.  "There is too much in this world to miss."

    "Please, LaCroix! I want to leave this world...."

    "Dammit it, Nick! Shut the fuck up!"  Natalie interrupted.  She was weak, 
but LaCroix was amused to find her watching.  "If LaCroix can teach you to 
screw like he does... Bring me across now, baby! That's what I call eternal 
bliss!  Uhr, hey.... anyone for a threesome?"

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