Driving Me Crazy

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Sony/Tristar and TPTB. I've only borrowed them for a short time and
hope to have given them a little entertainment in their retirement.
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Thanks to Molly Schneider, whose stories encouraged me to try it myself.
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Content Warning: This is an adult story intended for adult audiences
only. It contains explicit sexual encounters (Nick/Lacroix), although
you've probably read "worse".

Driving Me Crazy 1/1
© 2002 Luc

This little episode was inspired by Phil Collins' Driving me crazy
from his album 'Testify':

No matter where you go
I'll be there
No matter where you hide
I'll find you
I'll be there looking through the window
Watching everything you do
There's no escaping me
I'm right behind you
Every place you run to
I'll be there with you
'Cause being without you
Is driving me crazy
Oh I just don't know what to do
'Cause all I want is you
…

The black-clad figure hovered silently above the skylight. The winter
chill had coated the panes with a thin layer of ice, thus distorting
the image of the scene below.

He watched the tall blond man moving about his habitation. He saw him
lighting candles, so the large living room of the loft he called home
was filled with a warm, soft glow. Then the man sat down at his grand
piano and started to play.

The soft strains of the music were rising up through the window to the
waiting figure on the roof. He scratched a little at the ice to clear
a small spot of glass. His hand wasn't warm enough to melt it so he
had to use his nails. He took great care not to make any sound,
although he knew that the man below was too engrossed in his music to
hear him.

He frowned at the small sigh that involuntarily escaped him at the
sight of the beautiful golden god below him. He was missing him so
much. It wasn't the first night he'd spent perched on Nicholas's roof
watching him.

His golden boy. His son. His lost lover.

The man at the piano had stopped playing. Lucien Lacroix shrunk back
from the skylight. Had he been that lost in his thoughts that he'd
given away his presence?

But no. Nicholas had just risen to walk over to the fridge to pour
himself

a crystal glass of blood. Probably his usual, Lacroix mused, I will
never understand how he can tolerate this abominable bovine swill.

He opened the link to his son just a little to partake of Nicholas's
feelings as he sipped the blood. Lacroix arched his brow in surprise.
He felt a slight shiver of disgust from Nicholas through their link.
And there was something else. Just a little hint of desire for the
rich, warm taste of human blood. Could it be that Nicholas's resolve
to abstain from their natural sustenance was slipping?

A small smile quirked the ancient vampire's lips.

True, Nicholas and he had grown closer again over the last couple of
months after his mortal partner had died and Janette had left Toronto
for good. But it had never occurred to him that Nicholas could be that
close to returning to the true ways of the vampire. The most
surprising fact, though, was that Lacroix could feel no guilt
emanating from his son over that thought. The smile on his face
broadened. A welcome surprise indeed.

Nicholas had sat down at the piano again. And once more the music rose
up to the roof where Lacroix stood. He closed his eyes and remembered
the first time he had heard Nicholas play that tune. His son had
written it himself. It was a duet piece. They'd often played it
together. Lacroix only thought about it for a second, then vanished
from the roof of the warehouse in a blur of motion, only to return a
couple of minutes later with his own instrument. It surely was no
coincidence that his son had chosen that particular piece of music.

***

Nicholas didn't look up from the piano when he felt the presence in
his back. He'd known for quite some time that Lacroix had been
watching him through the skylight. A slight tingling sensation at his
neck had betrayed his master. Nick was somewhat surprised that Lacroix
had let his control slip that much. He'd felt something he rarely felt
from his master: loneliness.

He had been feeling kind of lonely himself lately. His relationship
with Nat wasn't going anywhere and he was missing Schanke more than
he'd be willing to admit. Somewhat unconsciously he had started to
play the old duet that he had written for Lacroix and himself so long
ago.

His master stepped up behind him and laid a cool hand on his shoulder.

"Do you mind if I join you, my son?"

Nick turned to look Lacroix in the eyes. Tonight they didn't hold
their usual touch of steel.

"Not at all, father."

If Lacroix didn't have iron self-control, a small gasp of surprise
could easily have escaped his lips. It had been an eternity since
Nicholas had called him 'father'. He stepped beside the piano, raised
the viol and started to play. Nicholas joined in shortly after.

***

A couple of hours later they were sitting side by side on the sofa in
front of the fireplace. The sun had risen in the sky long before and
Nicholas had invited him to stay for the day. He could feel that the
invitation had not been made out of filial obligation but had been
heartfelt.

He had even accepted a glass of that bovine swill without complaining.
The silent understanding between him and this beautiful son of his was
to precious to be jeopardized by petty things like that.

Lacroix sat with steepled fingers staring into the fire. Nick watched
him out of the corner of his eyes.

"You miss her, don't you?" Nick asked softly.

Lacroix turned to face him. "Yes, I do, Nicholas. Just as much as you
do. After all, Janette is my daughter. I will always miss my children,
because I love them. Even though you might find that hard to believe."

Nick didn't answer. He hated to admit it to himself but he knew
Lacroix wasn't lying. Not this time.

Suddenly he felt an irresistible urge to take his father's hand. He
pressed it slightly. Then, without any conscious thought, he leaned
over and pressed a light kiss on Lacroix's lips.

Lacroix drew slightly back in his astonishment. Across their link he
could feel Nicholas's need to console him and touch him. There was no
loathing there tonight, only love. Yes, it was love he felt. He broke
the kiss. Nicholas looked at him with those soft blue eyes that longed
for his acceptance. He hadn't looked at him like that for centuries.
They reminded him of how Nicholas had looked at him when he had still
been a fledgling vampire: full of awe and admiration for his master.

"I love you, father," Nicholas whispered almost inaudibly.

"I love you, too, my son," Lacroix replied.

He returned the soft kiss Nicholas had given him a moment earlier. The
sensation of it made his neck tingle and the hair on the back of his
head stand on edge. Nicholas had closed his eyes. He kept perfectly
still. Lacroix looked at his beautiful child. His silky golden hair
shone in the soft light of the fire and the candles. He traced his
thumb lightly over Nicholas's lips. He felt him shiver slightly under
his touch and a wave of desire swept across their link.

Lacroix smiled. This night was proving to be very special indeed.

He kissed Nicholas again but this time with a lover's desire, not with
fatherly feelings. He met with no resistance. Nicholas opened his
mouth to his searching tongue and leaned into the touch of his hand on
his neck. A soft moan escaped his son's mouth as he teased Nicholas's
canines with his tongue. His son returned the kiss with equal passion,
exploring his sire's mouth with fervor. Nicholas's long, graceful
fingers slid round his neck and pulled him close.

Nick kept his eyes closed. He reveled in long forgotten feelings.
Lacroix's touch was gentle, yet firm and Nick's skin tingled with the
sensation. He felt cool fingers trace his jawline and neck down to his
collarbone. Slowly, Lacroix unbuttoned his shirt and eased it off his
shoulders.

Nick shivered at his master's touch upon his bare skin. Cool hands
touching and exploring him, soft lips teasing the delicate flesh of
his nipples.

He groaned and threw his head back in abandon.

He felt his own hands reaching for Lacroix to relieve him of his
clothing. Only seconds later he felt the alabaster flesh underneath
his hands. The hard muscles relaxed under his touch. He opened his
eyes to look at Lacroix. His master's eyes were still blue while his
own must be a deep amber gold by now.

He made no attempt at hiding the lust he felt and he wanted to return
it.

"Shall we retire to someplace more comfortable, mon amant?" Lacroix
asked.

Nick nodded silent consent. Lacroix embraced him and together they
flew up to the landing. Nick took his hand and let him to the bedroom
and to the bed. Then he shed the rest of his clothing, stretched out
on the black satin sheets and held out his hand to Lacroix.

"Come. Tonight I'm yours."

Lacroix looked at the perfect form of his son on the bed. He reveled
in Nicholas's acceptance of his nature. Something that happened too
rarely.

Nicholas looked incredibly young and vulnerable lying there, his skin
like white marble against the shimmering black of the satin sheets. So
much like a young god, Lacroix thought as he shed his pants. But
definitely not like a boy, he thought with a smile as his gaze
wandered up and down the length of Nicholas's body.

He stretched alongside his son and their lips engaged once more in a
passionate kiss, their tongues dueling with each other. Lacroix teased
Nick's corner teeth again and this time they fell into place. A low
growl emanated from Nick's throat. Lacroix trailed kisses down the
side of Nick's neck, who arched his back with the sensation. He could
feel Lacroix's fangs graze his chest and moaned with pleasure. His
hands reached out to pull Lacroix's mouth towards his neck, but his
master escaped his touch.

"Not so fast, Nicholas, we have time."

He could feel Nick's impatience. His son had a lot of unfulfilled
passion inside of him that yearned to be unleashed.

Nick pressed himself against the cool, hard body of his master and
twined his legs around him. His hard flesh met Lacroix's and he rubbed
himself against him. A cool hand slipped in between them and closed
itself around his aching shaft.

"Yesss," he hissed between clenched teeth. Oh God, it felt so good, so
right. He opened his eyes again to look directly at his master, who
continued his ministrations. Lacroix's eyes were still blue although
his fangs gleamed in the golden twilight of the candles whose light
fell through the open door of the bedroom.

"Do you want more, Nicholas?" Lacroix asked.

"Yes!" Nick almost screamed. Lacroix trailed kisses down his chest,
teasing his nipples, his belly, until finally that sensual mouth
closed over his straining flesh. Nick gripped the sheets for support,
his hips bucking upwards to meet Lacroix's caress. He felt as if he'd
burn from the inside.

He tried to regain some control, but unsuccessfully.

"Lacroix, please!" he panted and like a drowning man he reached for
Lacroix's wrist as it was offered to him. His fangs tore into his
master's flesh and the blood flooded his mouth almost immediately
triggering his release. He fell back into the cushions, his body
glistening with bloodsweat. Lacroix smiled at him and brushed some wet
strands of hair from his forehead.

Nicholas took his hand and kissed it.

"Let me pleasure you now, father," he said. Lacroix nodded and
relaxed. Nicholas's hands and mouth were all over his body bringing
the change about him. His eyes flared up in deep glowing gold. His
son's lips closed on his manhood and his tongue began its skillful
ministrations. He's learned a lot since we first shared a bed, Lacroix
thought as his hands stroked the silky hair of Nicholas's head. He's
indeed no longer a clumsy boy.

"Nicholas, stop, please." Nicholas lifted his head, his own eyes
golden again. Without having to ask, he knew what his master wanted
and the thought was enough to send lustful shivers of anticipation
down his spine. Slowly he kissed his way up Lacroix's body until their
lips met in a fierce kiss. Nick tugged at Lacroix's shoulders and
pulled the older man on top of him. With slow, careful movements,
Lacroix took possession of his son's body.

Nick met Lacroix's thrusts with his own and twined his long legs
around his back. Nick turned his head and offered his neck to Lacroix,
who struck fiercely. Hot, liquid fire burning his mouth. So fine, so
sweet. He guided Nick's head to the vein on his own neck and gasped as
his son's fangs tore into his flesh to complete the circle.

Lacroix felt Nick climax against him and his own release followed
shortly after. Panting and spent, they were lying on the bed, limbs
still entwined.

They drifted off to sleep together.

***

Lacroix buttoned his shirt. Nicholas still lay sleeping. Lacroix
tucked the sheets a little closer around Nick and kissed him on the
forehead. His son only sighed contentedly but didn't wake. He was
exhausted. Lacroix smiled at the thought. During the day they had
given each other pleasure several more times. No wonder Nicholas
needed rest. He placed a bottle of blood on the nightstand. Nicholas
would be ravenous when he woke up. He went downstairs and gathered up
his viol. The candles had long since burned themselves out and the sun
hat set. Lacroix smiled and vanished through the skylight. Tonight,
the Nightcrawler would deliver a very special lecture.

-The End-