From: Blake This story contains M/M sex, Nick and Vachon. If you aren't interested in this topic then please feel free to delete this. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I would love any comments that you might feel would help the story and my writing. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. Copyrighted to Blake. Feel free to distribute, just keep my name on it. Thanks! :) Loneliness by Blake Nick paced back and forth across his cold, empty apartment. His eyes glanced at the silent phone as he passed it. Damn Nat, why did you have to leave now. He walked to the window and glanced out across the city. Cars hurried past his window, carrying mortals toward their awaiting love ones. Nick jerked away from the window and strode to his refridgerator. He yanked it open and grabbed one of the bottles of blood. He tore the cork out of it and gulped down the cold, dead, animal blood. Nat went to Seattle to attend a new training program almost two weeks ago, and wasn't coming back for another month. Janette was gone. Schanke was dead. Lacroix was even too busy with is new found toy, the Raven, to talk. Tracey didn't seem to want to get close, neither did he. That left him alone. Nick collapsed into the leather couch and stared at the television, its images whipped around as he flipped through the endless channels. He turned it off and dropped the empty bottle onto the floor. He looked toward the window again and rose. He turned on the answering machine and left the apartment. The hollow echo of the slamming door banged home the feelings of loneliness in his heart. Nick emerged from his building and looked at his car. He didn't feel like driving. Nick took to the air. A long relaxing flight usually cheered him up. The city's lights streamed by, the noise of the traffic blurred in his ears as he flew faster. After an hour of meaningless flight Nick landed in front of the Raven, his mood just as somber as before. The beat of dance music penetrated the Raven's walls, its rhythm quickening his heartbeat. He entered the clubs black doors searching for something to lift his spirits. Lacroix, looking up from the group of mortals he was talking with, nodded to him as he entered. So unlike him taking to the club's patrons as he had. This bought a slight smile to Nick's lips, perhaps his old teacher was learning to deal with them equally. Nick laughed, there had to be something up his dark sleeve. He stepped past a huddle of men and women and went into the club. He looked around, the lights flashed in rhythm with the heavy, hard driving beat of the music. The voices of the mortals intermixed with the music creating a cacophony of sound that sent Nicks heightened senses crazy. The sounds were familiar, the people were the same, but there was something missing. It felt different, Janette was gone. Nick walked past Lacroix toward the back of the club. The dancers moved past him as he made his way across the crowded dance floor. Their hot, sweaty bodies pressed against him causing his heart to beat faster, he could smell their sweet warm blood. Nick pushed his way toward the back where he could get a secluded booth that would allow him to watch the dancers, undisturbed. To his surprise Vachon was seated in his usual booth. He was brooding over a wine glass, his hands cupped around its steam. His head was lowered, staring into its red contents. "Good evening Nick." Vachon said as he motioned, with his head, to the other side of the table. His hair fell in front of his eyes causing him to flip it back, exposing his pale muscled neck. "Good evening to you too Vachon." Nick replied as he sat down. Vachon was dressed in his usual leather jacket. His long hair hung down over his broad shoulders. Nick remembered the days when his hair was as long. Perhaps I should change back he thought selfishly. "What brings you to the Raven tonight Nick? Crime on the street slowing down?" murmured Vachon as he picked up his glass and took a sip. His eyes sparkled as he stared into the deep red liquid. "Actually tonight is my night off and I was feeling kind of bored. Where is Tracey? It's her night off as well and you two seem to be hitting it off. I am surprised she is not here with you." he shot back. Nick looked into the crowd and watched as the mortals danced to the rhythm of the music, jumping against one another in an unending display of sensual erotic motion. Vachon smiled and looked up from his drink. The smile vanished just as fast as it appeared, a frown taking its place. "She is mortal Nick, you know how hard it is to care for them and get involved with them." He seemed to shrink as he spoke. His shoulders slouched, his eyes returned to stare at the wine enriched blood in his glass. "I am just tired of trying." As if taking a cue from their somber mood's the club's music changed from its dance beat to a more mellow romantic one, the dancers held each other tight in their silent swaying, driving home their feelings of aloneness. They both sat quietly and watched the dancers. Nick looked away and pictured a romantic Valentine's evening with Nat gone awry, his mood worsened. "I know what you mean. They always are at risk when they are with us, our nature seems to get in the way, always threatening to surface at the wrong time. It seems the only ones that can truly understand is another of our kind." Nick put his hand on top of Vachon's and gave a reassuring squeeze. Vachon looked up from his glass and looked into Nick's eyes. "It always seemed that way to me as well." He put his glass down and grabbed Nicks hand, squeezing back. Nick's heart beat quickened, Vachon's touch ignited the fire in his blood. His other hand went to Vachon's long hair, lifting it from in front of his beautiful piercing eyes. Vachon's head turned away slowly then turned back fiercely, his eyes were aflame, his teeth elongated. Nick's breath caught in his throat, his heart beat even faster. Vachon's head moved slowly toward him. Nick's eyes changed to a golden color matching Vachon's. His teeth extended as he moved forward to meet Vachon. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Nick felt himself growing erect. His penis grew tight in the confines of his pants. Vachon moved in even closer, his arm enveloped Nicks shoulders, pulling Nick toward him. Nick's tongue moved into Vachon's mouth, pushing against his tongue, tasting the blood that clung to his teeth. It was human blood, this made him even more excited. He grabbed Vachon back and embraced him even harder, their fang's slamming together. Nick pulled away, slightly out of breath, and began to kiss Vachon's muscular neck, nibbling down toward his chest. Vachon was breathing hard, Nick could hear his heart beating heavy in his thick muscled chest. As Nick got to his shoulders, pulling away the leather coat exposing his bare chest, he noticed that Vachon was erect as well. His cock almost pushed it's way through his jeans. It was straining to get out, and Nick wanted to help it. He moved his hand toward Vachon's zipper and pulled it down. Vachon's red head popped from its confinement. It was long and lovely, it called to Nick. Vachon moved back and unbuttoned his jeans, giving Nick room to work. Nick lowered his head slowly kissing the nape of his neck. He made his way down his chest pausing at his red nipples. Nick sucked on them slowly, one then the other. Vachon's hand clenched Nicks jacket as Nick tongued them. Nick continued down past his washboard stomach to his awaiting cock. Nick smiled as he surveyed the monster that awaited him. Wasting no time he took its beautiful head into his mouth, slowly he moved his lips down forcing it deeper, its size barely fitting into Nick's throat. After it was all the way in Nick raised his head, removing it from his mouth. He tongued his way down its length, placing small kisses each time his lips touched the hard flesh. Vachon was moaning, his hips were slowly gyrating. Nick took its head into his mouth again, this time he sucked hard, pulling it all the way in with one long gulp. With quick, deep motions Nick bobbed his head up and down, sucking harder and harder. Vachon began pumping in time with Nick's movements , causing Nicks head to bang the bottom of the table. Nick felt Vachon tensing up, his thrusts were faster, more frenzied. Nick knew it was time, he slammed Vachon all the way in, sucking as hard as he could, his free hand fondled Vachon's balls. Vachon pumped once more and let out a load moan as he came, his hand forced Nick's head down even farther. A thick wave flooded down Nicks throat. Nick sucked the blood filled semen down, it's salty taste sung to him . Vachon was breathing hard, in short gasps, his hips pumping of their own accord. Nick felt Vachon's cock going limp, he slowly pulled his head up and let it fall out of his mouth. He licked around its head cleaning off all the remaining cum and pushed it back into Vachon's jeans and zipped them up. Nick raised his head from under the table. Vachon's head rested against the back of the booth, his forehead was covered in a blood sweat, his chest was heaving. After a few moments he looked at Nick with an evil smile. "Why don't we go somewhere where we can get more comfortable, and less dressed, so I can return the favor." Nick smiled in return and they rose from their booth. They strode through the unknowing dancers and past a smiling Lacroix, into the street. They flew arm in arm to Nick's apartment, laughing as they swooped past the mortals. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued... Please email me and let me know if you like it, I am dying to find out! :) Blake "Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, blaket@acy1.digex.net we're red." Clive Barker Books of Blood