Disclaimer: Neither Nick nor Vachon are mine (wish they were, they'd have
a little more fun here than on their dusty shelves). They belong to
Sony/Tri-Star and no copyright infringement is intended. This scene may be
archived at Fanfic2, the FTP site, JADFE and with anyone who wants to give
the boys a good home provided you tell me.
Of course, it will end up with my other stories on my page
www.come-undone.net
I began writing this little piece in Toronto in the midst of summer, and
maybe it was the heat or the many other distractions, I stopped working on
it after the first two pages. It took more than two years to take it up
again. 
This is a slashy N/V piece fit for an adult readership only. It hasn't
got a real plot, so don't look for one. Just an excuse to write smut,
really.
Explicit language and explicit m/m sex. You've been warned.
Not beta-read either.
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Boys' Night 'Out' 1/3
by Luc, August 2003/ October 2005



Sometimes Nick wished that he could actually feel the weather.
Of course his body was able to distinguish temperatures. He felt the heat
of fire or the cold of ice but only long after any normal mortal would
have suffered severe burns or frostbite (with the exception of the
sunlight, of course).

He looked out of the window of his loft and from his safe spot in the
shadowy corner watched the last rays of the August sun vanish behind the
Toronto skyline in a spectacle of red and orange. The streets still
radiated the day's heat and he could smell the acrid odor of softened
asphalt.

He raised the glass of cow's blood to his lips and took a sip. The bland
taste of his beverage made him shiver for a moment. He closed his eyes and
tried to recreate images of his childhood. What had it been like? 
Sitting down by the river, dangling his naked feet into the cool water.
Chasing frogs and diving for fish or just lying in the high grass,
dreaming of fighting glorious battles.

Nick turned away, sighing wistfully. He had never in his wildest
childhood dreams imagined that he would still be around eight hundred
summers later.
He grabbed the bottle and took a large swig before he replaced it in the
fridge. He couldn't stand the thought of spending this night hauled up
inside. He had to get out, out among the living.

It was his night off and with Nat gone to visit her sister-in-law and her
niece, he was free to do whatever he liked. He picked up his car keys and
took the stairs (the elevator being far too slow for his taste now)down to
the garage. The Caddy's top was already down and he jumped behind the
wheel. With a touch on the remote, the gate swung open and he pulled the
sleek vehicle out into the still dense traffic.

For a while he drove aimlessly around Toronto, enjoying the sounds of the
people walking on the sidewalks, a lot of them couples, laughing and
flirtatious. Nick smiled at the cliché that came to mind but there was
definitely 'love in the air'.
He wasn't in the mood for gloomy lectures but he reached for the stereo
nevertheless and switched to CERK. What he heard almost made him laugh.

"... what it was like when you were young? Can you remember the sweet
smell of the summer grass, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers, the
feel of soft skin? No?
Then, gentle listeners, it is time to rediscover those memories. Go out
and play! The Nightcrawler will."

The first sultry notes of Debussy's 'Prelude a l'apresmidi d'un faune'
filled the air and Nick suddenly felt hot, but it wasn't because of the
sweltering night air. Over his bond with Lacroix decidedly erotic feelings
reached him. Lacroix had found someone to spend a pleasant evening with
and it was clear that this someone wouldn't be his stubborn son.

For a moment Nick's smile vanished and he felt a slight pang of jealousy.
But the feeling dissolved as fast as it had come. He was not in the mood
to spend an evening with his sire. But he didn't want to spend it alone
either.

A sudden rush of air next to him announced the arrival of a visitor. Nick
turned his head but he already knew who it was. There was only one who
would dare intrude on him in this fashion. And sure enough, there was the
Spaniard sitting in the back.

"Vachon, take your feet off the seat. I just had the leather cleaned."
"You sure have a way of greeting your friends, Knight," Vachon replied
but he complied. 
"Look who's talking. Don't you think it's a little dangerous to fly this
close to mortals?"
"Aw, actually no. We're going too fast for them to notice." Vachon leaned
forward and rested his chin on his arms. "Any plans for tonight?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Well, I thought we could hit the town. Boys' night out, so to speak."

Nick was just about to refuse when the thought began to settle in his
brain in earnest. Why shouldn't he spend some time with the young
Spaniard? There was nothing else to do anyway. It might actually be fun.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, the usual. Drinks, music, talking 'bout the ladies …"
"Ha!" Nick laughed. He hadn't done that in years.
"Sounds good to me. Where to?"
"There is this new club down on Harbourfront. You know, run by one of us."
"I've heard of it. Never went there, though."
"How can you stand going to the Raven all the time, with that old fossil
around?"
"Sentimental reasons, Vachon. You hang out there quite often yourself."
"'Cause of Urs. So, how about it?"
"Sure, why not."

Nick had some trouble finding a parking space in the immediate
neighborhood. It seemed the new club was not only popular with the
immortal inhabitants of the city. Finally, he found a space large enough
to accommodate the Caddy, but he and Vachon still had quite a way to walk
on foot. No flying with so many pedestrians about.
"Ya know, Knight, this tub of yours may make you a favorite with the
ladies but it is not very convenient."
"Yeah, but I happen to like it."
"Say, Tracy told me you have a bike in your apartment? Why do you never
use it?"
"Who says I don't?"
"Well, do you?"
Nick regarded the Spaniard for a moment before sheepishly admitting that
he didn't.
"Listen, how about a ride later on, maybe with some nice company?"
Nick thought about it for a moment, then send all his doubts and
reservations to hell.
"Sure. It could use some exercise."
"And so could you."
Nick's elbow found his way to Vachon's side, but the young vampire evaded
the blow with a smooth sideways motion and a grin.

End part 1/3


Boys' Night 'Out' 2/3
by Luc, August 2003/ October 2005

The interior of the club greeted them with deafening rock music and 
thick artificial fog. It was redolent with the pungent odor of perfume 
and sweat. Whereas other people might have found it stifling, the scent 
stirred some long suppressed desires in Nick. He looked over to Vachon 
who noticed the tiny golden sparkles in his companion's eyes.
"I think you need a drink, Knight. I'll get you one."
Some moments later Vachon wound his way through the crowd with two 
glasses and a bottle.
"Here you go. It's good that our kind gets special treatment at the bar 
or we would have to wait an eternity to get served, and I mean eternity."
"Is this what I think it is?" Nick asked, accepting one of the glasses.
"Sorry, but they don't have bovine. And I think you need the real stuff 
tonight."
"You may be right," Nick knew that his eyes were still sporting some 
gold and the scantily clad patrons swaying to the music were of no help 
to his situation.
Vachon poured him a generous amount of the blood and he gulped it down 
hastily, hardly noticing the flavor.
"Thirsty?" A husky female voice whispered from behind and he felt hands 
glide around his hips. He turned and looked down into the sparkling eyes 
of a young woman - more a girl than a woman.
"Any of you guys care to dance?"
"Nick laughed but shook his head.
"I'll pass, thanks. But maybe …" He pointed to Vachon.
The other took the offer and reached out his hand to the girl.
"If Milady will grant me this dance?"
The girl giggled, but took Vachon's hand.
"You are funny, you know that?"

Nick didn't catch the rest of their conversation. The excited heart 
beats and the smell of sweat and adrenalin in the thick air were too 
much for him. He took another hasty gulp of the blood before pushing his 
way to the back where he found the rest rooms. Thankfully they could be 
called clean, at least for night club standards. And he was alone.
He splashed some cold water into his face, pressing the heels of his 
hands against his eyes to force them to change back to blue. His fangs 
ached in his gums but he bit down and by sheer force of will managed to 
keep them from dropping into place.

"Knight, are you okay?"
Nick turned and saw the concerned face of the Spaniard in the open door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But I need to get out of here if you don't mind."
"Sure, whatever you feel like."

Nick noticed the disappointment in the other's voice.
"What happened to your dance partner?"
"Nothing much. Just her 'boyfriend', you know the one she forgot to 
mention, didn't like her dancing with me."
The dark-haired vampire shrugged.
"She wasn't such a good dancer anyway."
Nick snorted and gave the other a brotherly pat on the shoulder.

"You still up for that bike ride, Knight?" Vachon obviously wasn't 
prepared to call it a night.
For a minute Nick contemplated butting out, to just go back to the loft, 
take a cold shower and ravage his stock of bottled cow, but he mentally 
grabbed himself by the neck and relented.
"Sure."

They rode silently back to the loft to pick up the Norton. Vachon ran 
his fingers appreciatively over the metal, his touch that of a lover. 
Nick smiled at the other's instant infatuation with the machine. It 
echoed his own reaction when he had bought it.
Resting his hand on the smooth leather seat, he closed his eyes and the 
memories started to float up.
The feeling of the vibrating metal underneath him as he pushed the speed 
limit, the warm wind in his face…

A chuckle roused him from his thoughts.
"What?"
"You have a hard-on, Knight," Vachon observed.
"Forgive me, I got a little carried away … memories, you know," Nick 
hastened and turned away.
"Nothing to forgive, Nick. Some impressive memories, hm?"
The Spaniards voice had dropped to low whisper and Nick felt a hand on 
his arm. The hair on the back of his neck rose. His fangs started to drop.

"I think you better leave, Vachon," he said thickly.
"What are you afraid of, Nick?" came the reply instead.

What was he afraid of? He didn't know. All he knew was that the 
temperature in the loft had risen dramatically.
He turned and gave the younger man his best haughty look.
"Nothing."
"Really?"
Vachon grinned. Knight could be so obvious. He liked the way he tried to 
hide his nervousness, though. It added to the aristocratic sensuality 
the man exuded from every pore.

"Then you certainly won't mind this."
He let his hand rest on Knight's thigh.
"Uhm, what about the ride?"
"There could still be a ride if you want one, but maybe not on a bike."
The hand slid upwards. No subtlety at all.
The Nightcrawler's words came back to him: " … go out and play…"
No going out again but playing …

End part 2/3


Boys' Night 'Out' 3/3
by Luc, August 2003/ October 2005

He relaxed and leaned back against the bike, taking Vachon's hand and 
placing it directly on his bulge.
"Let's go!"
A broad grin appeared on the darker face as Vachon dropped to his knees.
He loosened the belt of Nick's jeans and slowly pulled it from him.
"Oh man, this is just like you."
"What is?" Nick asked, stopping in the task of unbuttoning his shirt.
"Button fly jeans. So retro."
"Well, I am an old-fashioned guy."
"So how 'bout some old-fashioned fun?"
"Go ahead."

Vachon slowly pushed the buttons open on Nick's fly. No underwear, good, 
less work.
He looked up and saw that Knight had closed his eyes and was rubbing his 
fingers across his nipples in lazy circles.
With a smug growl he finally freed Nick's cock from its denim 
confinement and slipped his lips over the smooth head to gently push 
back the foreskin.
"Oh yes," Nick purred and instinctively thrust his hips forward.
Vachon put his hands on the other's hips to keep himself from stumbling 
backwards. Knight had obviously not gotten any in a long time. A shame 
really, and good for him.
He swirled his tongue teasingly around the head then released the hard 
shaft.
Of course Knight had other ideas. He tried to push back into the warm cave.
"Shh, easy there, Tiger. You'll get there soon enough," Vachon murmured 
against Nick's skin.
And he underscored his words by drawing a ripe tongue along the length 
of Knight's cock. His hand found its way to his own groin trying to 
relieve his own throbbing need.

Sliding the fingers of his other hand around the shaft in front of his 
face, he started to lick away the first tangy droplets. Then he opened 
his mouth again and took as much of the hard flesh in as he could. 
Knight's dark blond pubic hair tickled his nose and he flexed his throat 
muscles to accommodate the twitching organ.

In the meantime Knight had tightened his grip on the back of his head 
and begun to pump into his mouth so hard that he gagged and once more 
had to hold on to the other's hips to steady himself. He managed to 
counteract Knight's fierce thrusts a bit but he knew that there'd be no 
teasing tongue play anymore. Knight wanted to come, and hell, he'd let him.
He slid his hands inside Knight's jeans and cupped those firm round 
buttocks, kneading them while keeping Knight's rhythm.

Nick growled deeply in his throat as he felt orgasm fast approaching.
"Give me your wrist, quick!" he bellowed.
When Vachon complied, he almost brutally tore the soft skin on the 
inside of his arm and with a shivering grunt came into the Spaniard's
mouth.

Slowly he withdrew his still hard member from Vachon's mouth. The other 
gasped and sat back on the floor to regain composure.

"Man, you needed it badly, didn't you?" he said wiping the back of his 
hand across his mouth.
"I'm sorry. I think I got a bit carried away," Knight said, and Vachon 
found his expression of sincere embarrassment incredibly sexy.
"Then come down and make it up to me."

He extended his hand and Knight took it, allowing himself to be pulled 
onto the rug by the piano.
Vachon wrapped his fingers around Nick's neck and pulled him into a deep 
kiss. As his tongue entwined with the Spaniard's, he tasted his own 
salty-coppery flavor on the other's lips.
He slid his hands under Vachon's T-Shirt and slowly pushed it up under 
his armpits. Rubbing his thumbs over the already hard buds of Vachon's 
nipples protruding through the soft fur of his chest hair, he kept 
ravaging the other's mouth with his own.
Finally he began to nibble his way over to Vachon's ear, where he sucked 
the lobe into his mouth and lightly nipped it with his teeth.
"What would you like me to do? Suck you?"

The vibration of Knight's voice so close to his ear added to the 
excitement his words were causing, and Vachon shivered slightly. If 
Knight could use his lips the same way he kissed … oh man!
"Sure, but … I'd prefer something else."
"And that would be?" Knight asked, grazing his fangs along Vachon's neck 
while his hand had found its way into the Spaniard's jeans.
Vachon turned his head until his gaze locked with Knight's.

"I want you to fuck me," he stated, knowing that his eyes had changed 
the very moment he had uttered the words.
"You sure?" Knight seemed a bit taken aback by his blunt request.
"Absolutely."

Nick pulled back and stared into the hungry eyes of the younger man. 
He'd not expected Vachon to want to go this far, but the thought of 
completely taking him drove a bolt of electricity to his groin.
He gave the Spaniard a fangy grin and began to relieve him of his jeans. 
The other raised his hips so he could pull them off, then displayed his 
assets so invitingly that Nick was tempted to take him without any 
further preparation. Instead he covered the lean body with his own, 
enjoying the feel of Vachon's hard cock against his belly.

Slowly he slid down, covering the sinewy neck and chest with light 
kisses and licking hot circles around the Spaniard's nipples, then 
following the line of hair down to where Vachon's penis stood erect 
amidst a thick thatch of black curls. He cupped the other's balls in his 
hands and gave them a gentle squeeze that caused the young one to squirm 
deliciously, then quickly licked the meaty head of the beautiful cock. 
He hadn't done this in some time - it was good.
He spent a couple of minutes showing Vachon what kind of lip service he 
could perform but stopped before the other could get too close.

Vachon thought he would explode any second as Knight's tongue worked 
magic on his flesh. He lay panting when the other suddenly released him.

For a second they kept staring at each other and he knew that Knight was 
waiting for some unspoken signal to continue. He raised his hips briefly 
and Knight took the hint. He turned him onto his belly.
"Relax," came the husky whisper and Vachon grunted.
"Easier said than done."
He shifted to find a position that was comfortable enough with the 
raging hard-on he had. A situation that wasn't helped when he felt a wet 
tongue slide across his back and wiggle its way in between his butt cheeks.

"Uhnggg," he groaned and buried his face in his arms.
"Good?" asked Nick looking up.
"Oh, yeah. Where did you learn that?" Vachon replied weakly.
"Well, I was taught this," Nick accentuated the word by a deft flicking 
of the tongue that sent a shiver through the man underneath him, "by 
someone you like to call 'the old fossil'."
"Ay, la mierda."
"Ah, I wouldn't worry. Just make sure he never finds out."
"Very reassuring, Knight. Ohhh"
Nick's tongue had hit an especially sensitive spot.
Vachon held his breath when he felt a finger enter, testing his 
readiness. He flexed his muscles to show that he didn't need any further 
preparation.

Knight turned him back onto his back, spread his legs and settled them 
on his own shoulders. Then he spat in his hands and used his saliva to 
prepare himself for the taking.
"Ready for the ride, Javier?" The elder's eyes glowed wickedly as he 
pressed his cock against the slickened opening.
"Yesss!"

With one thrust Knight shoved himself inside. Vachon threw his head back 
as a stab of pain seared through his guts but his moan was stifled by 
Knight's mouth on his.
For a moment they remained still until Vachon had gotten used to the 
feel of Knight's length, then the elder began to thrust, alternating 
between deep, languid strokes that send waves of pleasure through his 
system, and wild rutting that left him close to passing out.
"Madre de dios, Nick. You're killing me," he moaned, desperate to come.
Knight grinned his most devilish grin and rammed himself even deeper 
inside the yielding body. He ran his hand tenderly along Vachon's face, 
then turned his head to the side and, with an unearthly growl, sank his 
fangs into the waiting neck.
He felt Vachon return the bite and convulse around him as he found his 
own release buried deep in the sweet heat.
He collapsed on top of the Spaniard and felt the sticky wetness of the 
other's spilled seed on his belly.

When he felt himself soften he carefully withdrew and rolled onto his 
back next to the panting man beside him.
"Man, that was perfect," Vachon said when he turned to gaze at the other.
"Oh yeah, not bad."
Laughing, Nick evaded another punch in the ribs.
"But you still owe me a ride."

End

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