Disclaimer: Nick and LC aren't mine (GRRRRR!!!!) They belong to the PTB and 
I've just borrowed them for a little fun (mine and theirs). I'll return 
them only a little worse for wear. Maurice is mine (yum).

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Caught With A Flat
By Luc June 2003


"Fuck!" Nick yelled and kicked the Caddy's flat tire in frustration. That's 
it, he thought. I've had enough. The third flat tire in a week. And I'm 
stuck in the middle of nowhere.

He turned around with a sigh. It had seemed a good idea to go for little 
drive into the country. Usually during this time of night all the highways 
were empty and he frequently took the opportunity of  taking the Caddy for 
a spin. He didn't worry about speed limits too much and once outside the 
city boundaries he shamelessly stepped on the gas.

He leaned back against the cool steel of the Caddy's door and racked his 
brain for a solution.
He started to curse again. This time he wished eternal damnation on 
unreliable tire producers and Natalie's protein shakes. The first because 
he had used up a complete new set of tires in just about a week and the 
second because he had actually been drinking the horrible things for a 
change. They didn't make him mortal, but they succeeded perfectly in 
diminishing most of his vampiric powers, flying being the first of them.
He kicked the flat tire again and mentally kicked himself too for not 
getting the spare fixed after the last time.

Think, Nick, think.
Maybe he had some cow left in the secret fridge in the trunk. Hope gleamed 
in his eyes. Yes, if he had a little blood, he might be strong enough to 
fly back and get someone to tow the Caddy back in the morning.
He opened the trunk and looked inside the cooler. His face fell. Perfect 
emptiness was staring back at him. Another wave of obscenities floated up 
to the unpitying stars.

He breathed deeply and started to ponder his choices. He could call Nat to 
pick him up after her shift was over. That wouldn't be until after sunrise 
and he would have to ride in her trunk. The mere thought gave him cramps.
The second was no more appealing. He rummaged in the glove compartment and 
after a few moments of thumbing through old speeding tickets and repair 
bills, he came up with a map.
He spread it on the Caddy's hood and tried to figure out where he was. 
Luckily his night vision wasn't completely gone yet.

If he wasn't mistaken (and he usually wasn't), a small village was only a 
few kilometers down the road. He folded the map and put it in his pocket, 
put the rag top back up and made sure the Caddy was properly locked.
Then he started his resigned journey down the dark road. 

After almost two hours he began to get worried. There still wasn't a single 
building in sight and dawn was approaching fast. He pulled the map out of 
his pocket and realized that he had been  going in the wrong direction all 
the time. 
Frustration was beginning to get to him. Not much and he would go for the 
neck of the next living thing that had the misfortune of crossing his path.

Something big was looming from the distance. Nick shrugged his shoulders 
and went closer. It was an old, battered road sign saying "The Cross, ½ 
mile". He wondered how old that sign really was if it was still using the 
old measures. 

He had no choice. He would have to find shelter from the morning light 
soon. So he stomped off towards the given direction.

He had only walked for a couple of minutes when loud music started to hit 
his ears. The deep resonating pulse of bass speakers hit his stomach. He 
rolled his eyes toward heaven in a futile attempt of asking for 
deliverance. 
The music had reached a deafening volume when Nick finally came up to a 
dark building that was sitting like a lost shoebox amidst the trees. No 
other houses could be seen nearby.

He cautiously approached  the building. It was windowless and had no 
apparent illumination.
When he was almost at the door, Nick could feel it. The hair on the back of 
his neck and his arms stood on end. Vampires. Many.
He breathed a short sigh of relief. At least he would be safe from the 
daylight here.

He pulled the door open and pushed some heavy velvet drapes aside with the 
back of his hand. The music was like a fist to his stomach and he was glad 
that vampires couldn't suffer from permanent hearing damage. He had 
obviously come across another vampire club, though this one was nothing 
like the Raven. Laser beams cut through the thick air that was filled with 
the distinct smell of marijuana, strobe lights seemed to freeze the dancers 
in their movements for tiny moments.

Nick took one look and instantly felt out of place. He was dressed 
casually, just jeans and a light shirt. The predominant feature of the 
patrons' choice of wardrobe seemed to be latex and leather and the 
occasional chain.
Great, I've crashed into an S / M  vampire club.

He moved across to the bar and was well aware of the many eyes that 
followed him. He was feeling distinctly uneasy. None of the many faces 
seemed familiar. The slender, dark skinned vampire behind the bar flashed 
him a sensual grin with perfect white teeth. Nick could have sworn that for 
the fraction of a second a golden light had appeared in the shiny black 
eyes.
"What can I do for you, handsome?"
"You can stop calling me handsome for starters. A glass of the house 
special and the phone." At the sound of Nick's icy reply, the other's 
stance became distinctly hostile. He poured Nick a drink and put it down in 
front of him, then proceeded to polish the dark wood of the bar.
Nick downed his drink, glad that Nat wasn't here. The human blood was like 
fire in his throat. He relaxed a bit. "The phone." The dark vampire shook 
his head, then motioned to a door behind the bar. "Only one is in there. 
Boss' office. Not for customers."
"Well, I need to use the phone now. So tell your boss!" With his last 
words, Nick had grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. "Now!" He 
hissed.
"Ok, Ok. Relax, will ya."  The vampire smoothed his rumpled t-shirt and 
went to the door. After a curt knock he entered the room. Nick poured 
himself another drink from the bottle the other had left standing on the 
bar and watched the dancers move and twitch to the blaring music.

A hand on his shoulder made him look up. It was the barman again.
"Go in. Boss wants to talk to you."  
Nick slipped from the barstool and followed the other, drink in hand. After 
he had gone inside, the other vampire closed the door behind him. There was 
no one to be seen. Nick took another sip from his drink, went over to the 
phone (an antique black monster he noticed with a grin) and started to dial 
Nat's office number.

"What an unsuspected surprise to see you here, Nicholas."
Nick jumped as the velvet voice reached his ear. The receiver fell onto the 
desktop
with a thud, then rolled across the edge and dangled from its flex cord.

Lacroix casually sauntered over to Nick and pulled the receiver up to put 
it back on the cradle.
Nick stared at his master openmouthed. It was not only the fact that he 
found him here, and seemingly in charge of the place. Lacroix was dressed 
in tight, black leather jeans and nothing else. Nick gulped at the sight of 
his sire's perfect pectorals (Since when was Lacroix wearing nipple 
piercings?)  and white skin. The tight pants accentuated his muscular legs 
and his impressive ….
Nick tore his eyes away, ashamed of himself for staring.

All the time Lacroix had glanced at him with that smug look that could 
drive Nick crazy.
"La .. Lacroix," Nick stuttered, "What are you doing here?"
"As your agile detective's mind has obviously gathered, Nicholas, I own 
this place."
"What?"

Lacroix took the glass from Nick's fingers and took a sip.
"I see that you've abstained from cow tonight, Nicholas. Oh, but then we 
don't serve bovine, do we?" He snickered at his own joke.
Nick turned his back to Lacroix.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Nicholas?"
"I had car trouble up the road."
"I see. That hideous green 'thing' of yours has finally gone the way of all 
'flesh'. It's a miracle it lasted this long."
"It's only a flat, Lacroix." Nick turned and wished he could muster up the 
courage to wipe the smirk of Lacroix's face.
"Ahh, and now you're here seeking refuge from the morning. Well, as you 
have probably noticed, the sun is up. You're stuck."
"You don't have to rub it in"
"My, we are a bit edgy tonight, aren't we, Nicholas? Maybe I should get you 
a, what was it, 'satanic mechanic' to help you out of your dilemma."
"Stop quoting Broadway shows, Lacroix."

Nick snatched his glass back from Lacroix and took a large swig. It didn't 
help. 

Lacroix walked over to a large black leather couch in the back of the room. 
The couch was not unlike his, Nick noticed.
Lacroix sat down and patted on the couch next to him.
 "Come, Nicholas, sit down. I promise I won't bite, unless…"
Of course Lacroix had noticed his nervousness and the direction of his 
gaze.
He sat down but kept a comfortable distance from his master.

"Tell me, what is this place?" 
"Oh, my 'home away from home' so to speak. Did you think that I'd spend all 
my time at CERK or with Janette or … chasing after you." He leaned closer. 
"I usually come here on weekends or when I need some relaxation."
His pale blue eyes were now directly in front of Nick's face. "What about 
you, Nicholas, do 'you' need some relaxation?"

Lacroix's breath was brushing over his skin and Nick tensed. He didn't 
answer, instead he downed the rest of his drink. Oh, yes, he needed to 
relax, though he was not sure if he wanted it here, now and with Lacroix.

The elder vampire chuckled softly in his throat.
"Nicholas, your imagination is running wild again. I was thinking of 
another drink and some dancing."
Nick couldn't help but smile. Lacroix could turn everything he said or, in 
this case thought, around and make him look like an idiot.
He got up and left the room to get himself another drink.

He noticed that the music had changed to a slower beat. Even vampires got 
tired. He got his refill and leaned against the bar to watch the dancers 
again.. Some of the couples were engaging in decidedly erotic endeavors and 
Nick suddenly felt hot. He noticed that some of the dancers were making 
room on the floor for another couple. 

Lacroix and the dark-skinned vampire who had tended the bar were moving 
like large cats around each other. Nick swallowed at the picture of 
powerful grace before him. Lacroix pulled the younger one close and started 
to rub his hands over his back. The other closed his eyes and leaned his 
forehead against Lacroix's shoulder, swaying to the music.

Nick opened the button of his shirt collar. Boy, he was feeling hot. Sweat 
started to form on his brow and his jeans were becoming uncomfortably 
tight. 
The amount of blood-wine he had consumed by now was making him light-headed 
and he felt jealousy welling up at the sight of 'his' master caressing the 
young one in public.
And he knew that Lacroix was well aware of his feelings and that he did 
this to taunt him on purpose. And, damn him, it was working.

Nick got up and slowly moved across the floor to join the couple. He 
decided to give Lacroix a taste of his own medicine and slid his arms 
around the slender body of the young vampire. He leaned close to the 
other's ear but he knew Lacroix could understand him nevertheless.
"Do you still think I'm handsome?" He felt the other shiver and nod 
slightly. The young one loosened his grip on Lacroix and leaned back into 
Nick. The feel of the lithe young body in his arms aroused Nick immensely. 
He was used to Lacroix's body, but he usually wasn't interested in other 
men. But this one, ah,  it just felt good.

For a tiny moment, Lacroix was astonished at Nick's maneuver , then he 
backed away graciously, went to the bar and watched, seemingly 
disinterested, what the two young ones were doing. After a few minutes he 
went back to the office and closed the door behind him.
On the dancefloor Nick grinned.

He had planned to stop his little game as soon as he had taught Lacroix a 
lesson. But now he was simply too aroused to leave it at that. Instead he 
took the other by the hand and made his way to the back of the club. He had 
noticed that some of the other couples had vanished discretely through a 
door. There had to be rooms in the back of the club.

"What made you change your mind?" The young vampire asked Nick as soon as 
the door had closed behind them.
"Seeing you dance. My name is Nick."
He traced his fingers across the other one's cheek. "What is your name?"
"Maurice." He moved closer, his eyes changing from black to golden. 
Nick didn't hold back any longer. With a little growl he pulled Maurice 
close and plunged his tongue into the waiting mouth. He tore the other's 
hair and pressed his body against the other. Maurice's clothes were on the 
floor in a matter of seconds and his own followed suit. Then he leaned back 
against the wall, eyes closed, as Maurice dropped to his knees and took his 
hard shaft into his mouth. 

Caught with a flat 2/2
By Luc June 2003

Disclaimers see part 1


In his office Lacroix felt Nick push himself into Maurice's throat. He felt 
his son's growing excitement as the young one worked his cock. And it did 
nothing to lessen his own. He felt humiliated by his son, even though he 
wouldn't show that to him. It should be Nicholas sitting here fuming, not 
him.
An intense wave of pleasure swept across their mind bond and Lacroix 
couldn't help a loud moan escape his lips.
He pushed himself up from his chair and put on his best 'in-control' face. 
He tried to project an air of aloofness to the other vampires, but he knew 
that they were following his every movement with curious stares and that 
they were whispering behind his back.
He opened the door to the room silently, pretty sure that the two young 
ones were too engrossed with each other to notice his arrival.
The picture that presented itself to him was breathtakingly beautiful. Two 
bodies entwined like the parts of a yin-yang symbol. The dark form of 
Maurice spread upon the couch, his legs wrapped around Nick's waist, his 
son pounding into the pliant flesh, eyes closed and fangs bared.
Lacroix was so entranced by what he witnessed that the sound of Nick's 
voice startled him.
"It was about time you came, Lucien." The voice was rough with passion.

Lacroix moved over to them and knelt by the couch. He started to run his 
hands through Maurice's hair, then over his face down over his lips, 
already puffy from kissing. Maurice only moaned; he was too close to climax 
to notice anything. Nick had no intention to have Maurice at his neck but 
he offered him his wrist. The other one bit down and came immediately. Nick 
watched the young one's face contort in lust and then relax before he sank 
his fangs into the slender neck. His own climax made him shake and he 
suddenly felt himself being embraced from behind by Lacroix. The elder held 
him as he experienced the last spasms. 

Maurice disentangled himself from Nick and quickly dressed. He knew he was 
no longer welcome. And it didn't matter. He had gotten more than he had 
expected. He silently crept out of the room to leave these two to their own 
business. 

Nick had turned in Lacroix's embrace and started to trail soft kisses up 
his master's neck. Once he reached his ear, he whispered, "I hoped you 
would come sooner, but we can still have some fun."
Lacroix pulled Nick's head away from his skin and forced him to look him 
directly into the eyes. Nick gulped. Even after eight centuries he still 
couldn't read his sire's expression.
Then a sly smile crept across the elder's face.
"Tu es un vrai diable and you know perfectly well how to torture me. I 
should punish you for defying me in public, Nicholas."
"Then do it here and now, Lucien."
Nick started to rub his hand over Lacroix's leather-clad thigh, dropped to 
his knees and started to loosen the lacings that closed the tight pants 
over the bulging erection. The smile, still fangy, that he flashed Lacroix 
was full of mischief. 
"I think you can make it up to me, Nicholas."

Nick slowly pulled the leather straps from Lacroix's breeches and pulled 
the tight material over the muscular legs. Lacroix's cock sprang from its 
confinement and nearly hit Nick's chin.
"So eager yet, Lacroix," Nick mocked. Lacroix growled a low warning, but he 
knew it wouldn't make an impression on his son. Nicholas knew perfectly 
well that he was calling the shots this night. Oh hell, there would be 
other nights and why waste this all too rare moment with contemplating the 
power question.
The leather pants landed in the corner on the pile of Nick's clothes. Nick 
knelt before Lacroix and took in the marvelous sight. The immeasurable 
strength tamed under cool skin. A predator indeed.
He got up to retrieve a pitcher of bloodwine that stood in a niche of the 
opposite wall. Slowly he walked back to the couch. Lacroix's eyes followed 
his every move and for once he enjoyed the gaze unashamed. A gaze that 
could undress you if he hadn't been already naked.
He stepped up to Lacroix and took a sip of blood directly from the pitcher.
"Hmm, this is good. Do you want some?" 
Lacroix nodded and opened his mouth. Nick slowly poured the wine into his 
father's mouth. He didn't halt as Lacroix closed it to swallow and the wine 
splattered off Lacroix's chin and dribbled down his neck. The older vampire 
raised his hand to wipe it away but Nick shook his head. He leaned down and 
started to lick the red streaks off the white skin. Lacroix moaned softly 
as Nick's tongue moved in slow tiny circles down his neck. Nick raised the 
pitcher again and poured a little over his sire's chest. 
He watched as the dark liquid slowly traveled south. He dipped his fingers 
into the wine and smeared it on his lips, then leaned close and pressed his 
mouth to Lacroix's who instantly responded to the caress by licking his 
tongue over the bloody lips. Nick drew the ripe tongue into his mouth and 
nipped it with his teeth. Scant drops of blood mingled with the rich taste 
of the wine and he felt his eyes glow anew.
Only reluctantly did he break the kiss and resumed his licking down 
Lacroix's chest. 
The only sound Lacroix allowed himself to make was a slight hiss as his 
son's lips caught one of his nipples. The agile tongue played with the tiny 
silver ring and every move of the slick tip across the hard nub sent bolts 
of ecstasy through him. His other nipple was treated to a similar 
experience by Nick's thumb.
When he couldn't help but moan, Nick looked up to grin at him. He enjoyed 
his power tremendously, it added to his own pleasure. The rare occasions 
when Lacroix let his iron control slip were more often than not combined 
with pain for him. To have him surrender to pleasure was something quite 
extraordinary.
Again he poured some wine over the smooth skin. He licked down, swirling 
his tongue into the navel where some wine had formed a tiny pool. In 
anticipation of the next step he smacked his lips and Lacroix opened his 
eyes. In a voice that was low with passion and therefore only more like 
dark velvet he spoke softly, "Are you hungry, mon fils?"
Nick looked up from his ministration to growl, "Oh, extremely hungry for 
you, mon père."
He finished his sentence by trailing his tongue once over the already slick 
head of Lacroix's cock. The elder immediately fell silent again. No,  this 
was definitely not the time for conversation. 
And Nick too abandoned himself to sensations coursing through his body. The 
feel of the rigid flesh encased in silky skin between his lips, the tangy 
taste of blood oozing out of the swollen cock. 
He felt tempted to stroke himself but he resisted. Instead he applied 
himself with fervor to the task of driving Lacroix to the brink of orgasm. 
He fondled the smooth skin of his sire's inner thighs, kneaded the scrotum 
gently and opened his mental link to have Lacroix share his pleasure. 
The elder didn't think anymore. At the moment his being revolved around the 
intense pleasure that his son created in his groin. He thrust his hips 
upward to push himself deeper into Nick's mouth, while threading his 
fingers into his son's hair. 
"Ahhh, Nicholas, I …," the rest of the sentence was just an inarticulate 
growl. Nick sensed that Lacroix was about to explode, and he wanted him to. 
He lifted his arm and about half way up his wrist was snatched in an almost 
painful grip and he felt the sharp pain course through his arm as Lacroix 
tore into his flesh.
Nick savored the moment when Lacroix climaxed. He had his face pressed into 
the coarse pubic hair and he swallowed greedily as his sire came forcefully 
into his mouth.
When the old one had regained his composure, he pulled Nick up into his 
embrace. A long lingering kiss spoke of more pleasures to be heaped upon 
his son now. Nick shivered. He knew what Lacroix could do to him and the 
back of his neck began to tingle.
He pressed his face into Lacroix's shoulder to inhale the scent of skin. A 
soft whisper, an almost silent plea. "Take me now, please."
 He felt himself being lowered down upon the couch. Lacroix looked at him 
from above, studying the serene face below him. The soft blue eyes were 
sparkling with passion, tiny slivers of gold forcing their way into the 
irises. Nick's lips were parted, waiting to be kissed. The sharp tips of 
his fangs had only just begun to descend. He had restrained himself before, 
now he wanted to unleash the vampire again.
Lacroix had regained his strength and now took his time to please his 
precious son. Tomorrow, no doubt, Nicholas would be his old brooding, 
guilt-ridden self again. This moment was to be stretched out as long as 
possible.
He knew exactly where to touch, how to brush his fangs over Nicholas' neck 
and chest to make the other pant and groan with lust. Slowly he wrapped his 
son's legs around his own waist, placed his hands on Nick's hips and pulled 
him onto his lap. Nick felt the pressure against his body and relaxed his 
muscles. 
Very slowly Lacroix pushed himself inside, easing himself in inch by inch, 
all the time fixing his eyes on Nick's face. Nick grabbed Lacroix's 
shoulders to steady himself while the other slowly filled him. He didn't 
try to evade Lacroix's stare, not wanting to break the powerful bond they 
were just forming. They remained motionless for what seemed an eternity.  
Then slowly Nick leaned back until only his hands on his father's shoulders 
kept him from falling. Lacroix held him firmly at his hips and slowly, 
languidly, began to thrust. He wanted to keep Nicholas in this state of 
heightened senses and arousal as long as possible. It was an old tantric 
practice he had learned while still mortal, and it never failed. And of 
course he and Nicholas had had release before. With their vampire stamina 
they could go on like this for hours, days even, always hovering close to 
the brink but never pushing themselves over.
But finally Nicholas broke the spell and pushed downward. It was a clear 
sign that he wanted to go further and Lacroix didn't want to deny him, or 
himself for that matter. His thrusts deepened and Nick bared his fangs and 
growled with pleasure. Finally with a wild snarl he wrapped his arms around  
Lacroix's neck and pulled his sire's neck to his mouth. The sudden movement 
unbalanced them and they both tumbled down onto the floor.
But neither cared or noticed much. Nick buried his fangs in his father's 
throat, drawing deeply and coming in violent bursts.
Lacroix held him and let him feed for some moments before he bit down in 
return. The ecstasy he tasted pushed him over the edge as well.

They fell back and lay side by side on the rug, until Nick started to 
laugh. Lacroix took his hand and squeezed it once and then started to laugh 
as well. 
"What a sight, hmm, Nicholas? Two old soldiers like us humping like horny 
teenagers." Nick looked over and grinned that half-slanted grin that always 
denoted his good spirits. "Ahh, who cares, Lacroix. We had fun, didn't we?" 
"Oh yes, my son, this was definitely worthwhile. But now," Lacroix got up 
and stretched a hand out towards Nick, "…you should get some rest while I 
arrange 'help' for your car."
Nick embraced Lacroix from behind and whispered into his ear, "You promised 
me a satanic mechanic, remember?" With that he bit playfully into Lacroix's 
shoulder and pinched his father's buttocks. With an undignified squeak, the 
elder shot forward. Lacroix turned and raised his finger in a threatening 
gesture. But he wasn't really annoyed. 

A couple of phone calls later, the Caddy was taken care of and Lacroix 
stretched out on the couch next to the sleeping form of his son. A couple 
of hours sleep before sundown would do them both good. Until their next 
encounter, whenever that would occur.

-End-

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