Return-Path: From: Trekkinn Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 08:08:52 EDT To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com Subject: ONCE AROUND THE LAKE Nick/LaCroix sexually explicit for adults over 18 BY: gail Andrea TREKKINN@AOL.COM "MMMM....finally." Nick let out a relaxing sigh as he sank into the sofa, clicker in hand, and started the VCR. It had been a long week, and Nick had the night off. It was time to enjoy the little flick Nat had given him. "She seemed to think I would enjoy it, and Jane Fonda is in it. It must be something political and serious. Let's see..""BARBARELLA." I must have missed that one. Oh, well, another exciting night for me." Just then the buzzer went off. "Perfect." Nick said out loud."No rest for the weary." "Hello Nicholas." LaCroix's silky voice oozed over the intercom. "LaCroix! What are you doing here?" "Nicholas. If you would be so kind as to slip on your penny loafers, and come down here, I will explain." Nick grumbled all the way down in the lift. As the lift doors opened, LaCroix was standing there impatiently. "Well, Nicholas, going formal tonight I see. The black t- shirt and loose fitting black denim jeans do show off your stunning figure, but..." "LaCroix cut to the chase. What's up?" "HHHMMM. Interesting choice of words my son, but nothing is up...at the moment. I thought you might like to go for a little ride, once around the lake perhaps?" Nick looked past Lacroix and saw a huge gray Limousine parked in front of the building. The windows were smoky gray glass. "Who's driving that monstosity, LaCroix?" "Why, Miklos is my dear boy. He's quite a good driver, really." "You must be joking. I'm not getting in that thing." "Look Nicholas. We never have a chance to talk anymore. You're busy, I'm busy. It will be quite relaxing, I assure you. It will be much nicer than watching...what was it going to be tonight?...."The Sound of Music"?....Debbie Does Dallas?" With that, LaCroix opened a very large passenger side door and bid Nicholas to enter. "Oh, what the hell." Nick whispered to himself. "Nat's movie can wait." He hopped in, and found himself in a cavernous interior. LaCroix slid in next to him, and slammed the door. There was obviously room for at least four bench seats, but only the one they occupied was in the Limo. The floor was luxuriously carpeted, and there was a huge bar ahead of them. Miklos was hidden in front of a thick wall of black glass. The Limo began to move, and Nicholas suddenly felt like he was trapped in a spider's web. LaCroix moved forward, reached out, and opened the bar. He poured himself a glass out of one bottle and poured a glass for Nick out of another, and then handed it to him. It was definitley cow, but it was mixed with a smooth tasting combination of alcohols. Nick took a tentative sip, raised an approving eyebrow and downed half the glass. He felt much better, and relaxed back into the cushiony seat, enjoying the movement of the car. He finished the rest of it silently and motioned for more. LaCroix gave him a refill and reclined back, sitting close to his son. "Nick closed his eyes for a moment. The alcohol had a definite affect on him. A pleasant one. LaCroix leaned over Nicholas and opened Nick's window a bit. The cool night breeze felt good on Nick's face, and he tilted his head to the left to take it in. Cool fingers grazed the right side of his neck. Nick's normal tendency of late would have been to flinch from the touch, but in that instant he knew this was LaCroix's intention all along, even before he had climbed into the Limo ahead of his master, he knew. LaCroix watched the breeze gently blow the golden curls off of his son's face. Nick's expression was one of contentment, and his eyes closed as his father's fingers lightly stroked through his hair, pushing the unruly wisps off his forehead. "I almost forgot how gentle you could be father." LaCroix tried not to react to the sound of his son's mellow voice calling him "father." It had been so long since he had heard that word from Nicholas, so very long. Why Nick accepted his father's attentions now after so many years was unimportant. Everything that they shared... experienced together... was like a circle opening and closing. At some point they were always drawn back to each other. In truth, LaCroix was always drawn to his son. There was never a moment of doubt or hesitation. Nicholas on the other hand always questioned, hesitated...It was his nature. But now LaCroix watched all that intensity drain from his beloved one's face, and he didn't care why Nicholas warmed to him now. He knew it was right, and that was enough. Nick felt a difference in the air. "We're by the lake now, my son. Can you smell the moisture in the air?" Cool fingers drifted over Nick's mouth, and LaCroix took the empty glass from his son, putting both glasses on the floor beside them. Nick turned his face to his father and looked into familiar eyes. He found no sarcasm or criticism there, only a cool ocean of blue with flecks of gold beginning to peek through. LaCroix leaned forward slowly, and brushed his lips across his son's forehead, not pushing or forcing his way in. Nicholas smiled up at his father...his lips full and red, parting slightly in response to the simple gesture. LaCroix pulled back ever so slightly to see his son's reaction to the physical contact, and was rewarded with a pair of smoldering blue eyes staring back at him, with gold quickly overshadowing the blue. Lacroix moved his own full sensuous mouth down to taste the ruby red lips of his son. He couldn't help himself as he nibbled and chewed gently at the lips of his willing lover. Nicholas let out a long sigh, and suddenly froze. LaCroix understood at once. "Don't fret mon fils, Miklos can hear nothing. He will drive around the lake all night, and before dawn we will be back at your loft." Nick seemed to relax all of his barriers now. He wanted to be swept away by the pleasure. More kisses...passionate...familiar...and full of fire. They explored each other's mouths. Nicholas devoured the lingering taste of human blood on his master's lips, and it drove him crazy. LaCroix broke the kiss and pulled Nicholas to the thickly carpeted floor. LaCroix reached over to a door panel and pushed three switches. The bench seat moved back quietly leaving them six feet of floor space. The side window closed, and the moon roof opened to a clear moon-filled sky above them. "You planned this very well father, didn't you?" LaCroix answered his son with a low growl. "Lift your arms above your head Nicholas." Nick did as asked, and Lacroix pulled Nick's shirt off. "Lie back my son." Nicholas felt the warm carpet beneath him...the moon staring down above him, and trails of burning kisses moving over his smooth flawless chest. Lips caressed his nipples, biting gently to illicit gasps of pleasure. He raised his hips in response. LaCroix opened Nick's jeans and slipped them off. Nothing underneath...perfect. Nick kicked off his shoes. Eight hundred years, and Lacroix still couldn't get over how beautiful Nicholas was. The moonlight poured into the Limo bathing Nicholas in its warm glow. LaCroix was on top of him now, holding his son's arms down over his head, kissing him deeply. Their fangs were fully descended and LaCroix pushed his tongue deep inside his beloved ones mouth, wrapping his tongue around Nick's fangs, which sent Nicholas into a state of incredible arousal. LaCroix felt Nick's erection strain against his own, and with all the vampire speed he could generate he removed his own clothing. The feel of their naked flesh touching was more than they could stand. Nick ran his eager hands over his master's smooth muscled back. It felt so good to touch him again. His hands roamed down to the beautiful rear end, caressing those delectable cheeks, pulling his beloved father harder against him. LaCroix reached under his son, pulling Nickolas up to meet him. Their erections rubbed against each other, and Nick began to tense under the constant friction. Between the intensely passionate kisses LaCroix bathed him in and the constant rubbing, he was going to come. LaCroix pulled away. He was as lost in the sensations as Nicholas. He sat back on his heels and Nicholas moaned in desperate need as their physical contact was broken. LaCroix pulled Nick's right leg high up to lie over LaCroix's broad shoulder, then he raised the other leg up to rest on the other shoulder. Nicholas was so exposed . It was so erotic for LaCroix to see his offspring so willing to be taken. "MMMM....Nicholas. You are the most heavely sight to behold." "So are you master...So are you." Nicholas' eyes were like flames as LaCroix bent down slowly to take what was his. They never broke eye contact as he slid effortlessly into the cool tight muscled opening in his son's willing ass. That first moment of intimate contact was so good..."Had it ever been this good? Had it always been this good?" Memories of passionate nights together flooded their minds as they fell into sync together. Their mind link was fully opened as LaCroix pushed deeper and deeper into Nicholas. Nicholas couldn't lie still as his master filled him completely. Nicholas rose up to meet each hard, well controlled thrust, and LaCroix put all his weight on his left arm as he closed his massive hand around his creation's aching cock. The rhythm of of LaCroix's quickening thrusts into his sweet lover were matched by the long hard stokes he delivered to Nicholas' icy steel erection. They were heading towards sensual and sexual overload, as LaCroix bent low to offer Nicholas the left side of his throat. "I want you to take your pleasure from me my beauty, and I will take my mine from you." That was more than Nicholas could stand, and he came so hard that he screamed out before plunging his needle-sharp fangs deep into his father's throat. The blood exploded into his mouth as the orgasm ripped through him, and it triggered LaCroix's own explosive release. As he came deep inside his son''s body he drove his fangs home. "OH GODS." LaCroix thought through the haze of ecstasy. "You taste too good to be true, my sweet one." Wave after wave of blinding pleasure swept over them as they devoured each other through their blood and mind link. There were no secrets between them then. Only the emotional and physical release they hungrily shared pulsed through their veins. Soon...all too soon... they came back to themselves, and they licked each other's wounds until they healed. It was a very loving and soothing gesture for them. LaCroix looked back into his son's eyes and saw only an ocean of blue looking back at him. There was no need to speak. Their feelings were made clear through the link. LaCroix was still inside Nicholas' body, not quite willing to break the physical connection. But, LaCroix sensed they had been moving away from the lake, and the sky above was beginning to show signs of the coming dawn. He slowly moved out of his son, and Nicholas sighed in mild despair at the separation. Lacroix silently cleaned them both off with a towel from the bar, and they dressed in silence as well. Nicholas took his father's hand and kissed the long fingertips. LaCroix felt the soft baby smooth skin of his son's face, and they kissed deeply. The long passionate kiss and tight embrace lasted until the Limo stopped in front of Nick's building. The sky was growing lighter above them. Nick didn't want to leave. "It's alright my precious one, I'll be close by, and there are countless nights before us. Of course, if you feel the urge to take a little ride again tonight or any other night, please feel free to call upon your loving master. I bought this little toy for our own very special pleasure. Nicholas smiled evily and planted one more quick kiss on his master's mouth, giving him a little nip on the lower lip, drawing a drop of blood into his mouth. Then he gingerly got out of the Limo. LaCroix wiped the blood from his lip and tasted it. "I'll have to teach you some manners my boy." "Save it for our next ride father." Nick slammed the door and headed for the lift. The Limo drove off. "HHHMMMM." Nick said out loud. "I think I will definitely need to pick up a quart of something later on tonight. I wonder if LaCroix would mind driving me to the store. I'm sure we could think of something to discuss along the way."...With that thought in mind he walked into the lift..remembering that he had left the tape in the VCR. "I have a feeling I'll never get to watch that movie. Oh well, Nat can tell me what it's about at work, if I ever go back to work......" -gail-