Disclaimer: The characters of FK aren't mine (don't I wish they were, though *sigh*). They belong to Sony Tristar and James Parriot. I do not intend to infringe on their copyright. Aimee is an original character, though, and does belong to me. This story is adult in nature and contains explicit m/m/f sex and the unapologetic taking of human life. You have been warned. Permision to archive given to FanFic 2 and the FTP site. It will also be archived at my own site: www.come-undone.net This story was written as a birthday present for my friend PJ who asked for a little romp of our boys, some historical background and maybe a hunt. Here's what I came up with. As always, kindly bear in mind that English is not my native tongue. The story is posted with permission by PJ (after all - it's her present). "In Urgent Need To Travel" 1/3 by Luc, October 2005 Paris, 1755 "Nicholas, behind you!" The blond man whirled around, evading the blade that was thrust at him by mere inches. A heart beat later, the culprit was reduced to a whimpering heap of broken bones. "Are you going to leave it at this?!" The sound of disgusted surprise was evident in Lacroix's voice. "Do you really think I wouldn't know better?" A swift twist and Nicholas had snapped the man's neck. He ruffled through the thief's dirty clothes to retrieve a small pouch of money. "You were out for riches tonight, my friend, but instead of you having mine, I'll have yours." He stuffed the money pouch into his vest pocket with a contended grin. "Ah, Lacroix, I hope that the night will offer us more challenging prey than this. I thirst." The last was spoken with so much hunger that even Lacroix was astonished. "Why didn't you take his blood then?" Nicholas looked down on the body. "My appetite is for something far richer than this." He gave the body a slight shove with his shoe. Lacroix raised his eyebrows in amusement. His protégé had surely acquired a liking for the finer vintages this town had to offer. And he would do everything to nourish this streak in his son. "So, when will you tell me about your plans for this evening, Lacroix. You promised me extraordinary pleasures, remember?" "Indeed I did, Nicholas. You need to exercise some restraint." "I don't want to 'exercise restraint'. I want to suck up all that Paris has to offer!" Nicholas' eyes had lit up with excitement. Lacroix chuckled. His insatiable child. Well, tonight he wouldn't be disappointed. He hailed a cab for them and, after they had made themselves comfortable, turned to Nicholas. "What would you say if I took you to Madame Marteaux's tonight?" Nicholas' face fell. "Another brothel? We have been going to one every night!" "We have been to the theatre once or twice since we came back to town." "True. But what is the theatre nowadays but a brothel with a little stage performance thrown in." Lacroix chuckled at Nicholas' crass but accurate observation. "Oh, I miss real theatre, Lacroix. Shakespeare, Marlowe, Racine, Molière ..." "Are you sure you miss the plays or your dalliances backstage, Nicholas?" A slanted grin appeared on his face. "I remember both very fondly, Lacroix. But this... I am bored, Lacroix!" "I can see that. That is why I am proposing Madame Marteaux's. Believe me, an evening at her establishment is anything but boring. And I have been a regular customer for ... oh, say, a hundred-and-fifty years." "She is one..." "...one of us? No, Nicholas. She isn't a she at all. She is a he and you're talking to him right now." Nicholas goggled. "You are a brothel keeper? Lacroix, I have to say that even after five-hundred years you still surprise me." Lacroix leaned back in his seat. "It is a business investment like so many. I met the original Madame, we became good acquaintances and when she retired she sold her business to me. Anyway, the one who is currently running the business for me is indeed one of us, and it's been house policy to cater to the most refined tastes in all of Paris. Discreetly, of course." "Of course." Nicholas regarded his master curiously. Could it be that Lacroix was actually embarrassed? "Don't get ideas, Nicholas." He just threw his head back and laughed. end part 1 of 3 comments and white lilies (my favorites) to: cousinlucilla@freenet.de "In Urgent Need To Travel" 2/3 by Luc, October 2005 It took them only a few more minutes before the driver brought the horses to a halt in front of a respectable looking building in the Marais. Lacroix knocked on the front door, which was opened immediately by a black servant. "Jérôme, tell your mistress I need to talk to her personally." "Yes, Master Lucien." The servant guided them into a small but very elegantly furnished salon. "We will help ourselves to some beverages, Jérôme. Go and fetch your mistress." Jérôme bowed curtly, then left to do as he was told. "This certainly doesn't look like your average whore-house, Lacroix." "That is because it isn't. And I don't approve of your choice of word, Nicholas," Lacroix replied while he poured a dark red, viscous liquid into three crystal glasses. The door opened and a woman entered the room in a flurry of lace and silk, with outstretched arms. "Lucius, what a pleasure. You grace us with your appearance too rarely." She took Lacroix's face in her hands and kissed him passionately. Again Nicholas guffawed. Finally, the woman let go of Lacroix and turned to Nicholas with an embarrassed giggle. "I see you brought a guest tonight, Lucius. Won't you introduce us?" She looked at the two men, beaming a wide smile. Nicholas found himself instantly enchanted by this creature who didn't look like she was vampire like them: about a head shorter than he, luminous skin the color of cinnamon, a full figure and a mass of shiny, black curls. "Of course, forgive my bad manners. Aimée, this is my son, Nicholas. Nicholas, meet Aimée. As you might have gathered, we are old friends." "I surely have. Enchanté." He raised the small hand to his lips. "Lucius, where did you find this beautiful creature?" Aimée asked as she reluctantly removed her fingers from Nicholas' grasp. "Is he as talented as he is pretty?" "Would you like to try him?" Nicholas felt silly being eyed and appraised like a priced steed. He cleared his throat. "Lacroix, please." Aimée laughed - a deep, husky sound, full of promise. "And he's embarrassed. How sweet." Aimée sat down on the chaiselongue and accepted a glass from Lacroix. She waited until both men had sat down as well. "So, Lucius, what can I do for you?" Lacroix took a careful sip of his beverage. "Nicholas is, as he himself confessed to me this evening, a little bit disappointed with the entertainment Paris has to offer. So I thought I'd provide him with something special, namely you." "Ah Lucius, I am flattered. What does he like?" "Could you please stop talking as if I weren't in the room?" Aimée rose and sat down next to Nicholas. Her sweet perfume started to play tricks with his mind as she gently stroked her fingers along his chin. "Ah chéri, don't be upset. I assure you that you won't leave disappointed. What did you have in mind, Lucius?" "I thought that you could take care of Nicholas and myself personally, maybe have one or two tasty morsels as starters." "It will be my pleasure to provide for you and ... Nicholas, Lucius," Aimée breathed while stroking Nicholas' thigh with her nails. She turned to pick up a tiny bell from an endtable and rang it briskly. A mere moments later the door opened and Jérôme poked his head in. "Bring the new girl up to my quarters, and we don't want to be disturbed for the day, understood?" Jérôme nodded and closed the door again. Aimée rose and pulled Nicholas with her. "The new girl?" Lacroix asked as they made their way up the stairs. "Don't you want to keep her for business a bit longer?" "Oh, Lucius, never worry about the revenue of this place. The girl is as replaceable as any other. They are only mortals after all." "Ah, you are a woman after my own heart, Aimée," Lacroix replied as he swept her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way. Aimée struggled and laughed like a little girl. Nicholas followed them silently. *** "Don't stand there moping about, Nicholas. Come here." Lacroix pulled him close and held him fast with his fingers wrapped around his neck, bowing his head until he touched the other's forehead. "Don't spoil it, Nicholas. You said yourself that you thirst, didn't you?" "Yes." "Then enjoy it!" Lacroix pressed his lips to Nicholas' mouth, who was too surprised to pull back. "Ah, I see you have taken him to bed yourself, Lucius. And who could blame you?" Aimée slid her arms under Nicholas' from behind and he found himself trapped between the two of them. And as they began to caress him both, his doubts began to melt away. A knock on the door interrupted them. "Entrez!" A voluptuous redhead entered the room. "Ah, Cécile, viens ici, ma chère." The girl, dressed only in a red silken kimono obeyed with cast-down eyes. "Déshabillez et mettez vous sur le lit." She undid the garment and let it drop to pool around her feet, then stepped up to the huge canopy bed where she lay down on her back, eyes closed. "Bon. Messieurs, she is all yours." The two men knelt next to Cécile on the bed and began to arouse the girl with their hands and lips. Soon the girl's thundering heart beat filled the room as her skin flushed with her sweetened blood. Then, as twin cobras had struck, the heartbeat slowed, fluttered and finally died. Aimée watched as Lucius and his son shared the last precious drops of Cécile's essence in a deep, luscious kiss. Watching them pleasure Cécile and taking her had fired her own desire for both of them, but mostly for the shining young one. She wanted to have him. end part 2 of 3 comments and satin kimonos to : cousinlucilla@freenet.de "In Urgent Need To Travel" 3/3 by Luc, October 2005 She never took her eyes off the two figures on the bed who had taken to undress each other when she opened the door and let Jérôme into the room who, without so much as a blink, went to the bed, picked up the lifeless form of the girl and vanished as silently as he had come. Lacroix raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Can you trust him?" "Never worry, Lucius. He's taken care of such matters before, and, I assure you, he is a most faithful 'servant'. I promised to take him with me when I have to leave Paris in a couple of years." She began to unlace her dress. "Yes, it is so hard to find suitable domestics nowadays," Lacroix murmured, watching her skirts fall to the floor. "He has other qualities besides being a good servant, Lucius", Aimée whispered as she let her hand glide up his leg. "I thought so," he replied with a chuckle, pulling her onto his lap. "Oh, you old lecher, you!" Aimée freed herself from his grasp and turned to Nicholas. "However can you stand him, my sweet one?" Nicholas, still giddy with the sweet blood singing in his veins, pulled her to him and buried his face in her fragrant hair. "Who says I do?" he mumbled as he pulled the golden needles from her tresses, while his master was busy unlacing her corset. Aimée ran her fingers across the smooth planes of Nicholas' chest, relishing the feel of his skin rippling under her touch. She could feel the fire in this young one, raging just below the surface. Oh, she wanted him so badly. Slowly she bent forward, pushing him down into the cushions and straddling him. "Hold him, Lucien!" Before he could do anything, Nicholas found himself pinned down by his master. "You are the tastiest morsel of all tonight, Nicholas," Aimée breathed against his ear as she tightened a velvet scarf around his wrist, "I want to savor you fully." Another scarf around his other wrist, and soon he was tied fast to the sturdy posts of the bed. Nicholas moaned as two pairs of lips and hands began a languid journey down his chest. His breeches were pulled from his legs and warm hands began to knead his flesh. His moan was stifled by Aimée's lips on his mouth, her tongue snacking wickedly between his lips and teasing his sensitive fangs. At the same time he felt moist lips on his hardness, a ripe tongue traveling up the shaft, a tongue licking long the ridge of his cockhead. He arched his body upward to thrust himself into the hot mouth, but suddenly there was nothing. The mouth was gone and he growled in anger. He raised his head to find Aimée in Lacroix's arms, his hands cupping her full breasts, his lips nuzzling her creamy neck. In vain he strained against his bonds, they held him fast, reducing him to the role of watcher. And what a sight they were. His master, half naked behind the lithe body of the girl, both their eyes glowing amber in heated lust. Lacroix slid one of his hands down her body until he reached her sex. He thrust his fingers between her folds in the same rhythm in which his tongue took possession of her mouth. Nicholas could smell Aimée's arousal, could see her swollen, glistening sex just out of his reach. Then they broke the kiss and turned to face him. Lacroix gave him a devilish grin as he continued to stroke Aimée. "She is ready for you, Nicholas, all ripe and juicy like a sweet peach. Do you want her?" Aimée was looking at him through hooded eyes, her fangtips pressing into her lower lip, her hips rocking against Lacroix's fingers. "Do you want her, Nicholas?" "Yes!" Teasingly slow he pulled his fingers from Aimée only to put them into his mouth and lick them. Aimée moved over Nicholas, dangling her breasts over his face, giving him the chance to tease her nipples with his tongue and lips. Then she reached behind her, steadied his member with her hand and let herself slide down onto him. He hissed as the slick heat welcomed him. Again Lacroix moved behind her, caressing her breasts while she moved in her own rhythm, her muscles tightening and loosening on Nicholas' shaft, quickly driving him to the brink of ecstasy. He growled helplessly, for release was out of reach for him. Then Lacroix offered Aimée his wrist and she took it. She took only little of his blood, but enough for her to climax. Her contractions around his flesh caused flashes of light to explode behind Nicholas' eyes. "Untie me! Now!" "Say please, Nicholas," Lacroix rasped, and Nicholas saw that he was rubbing his own bulge. "Please," he yelped as Aimée picked up the pace again. Lacroix took a knife from the nightstand and cut the bonds. Nicholas threw himself around, buried Aimée under his body, crushed his lips onto her mouth and thrust into her so fiercely that the movement almost carried them off the bed. He thrust, growling and rasping, his vision blurred. A shudder passed through him as if in climax but it was the tension now being released. His thrusts became slower, deeper and he actually saw the lust-filled face of the woman under him. But then he felt hands travel up his back, a slickened phallus slip between his cheeks. He saw Aimée smile a wicked, fangy grin up at him and he halted his movements, relaxing his muscles, and sighing deeply when Lacroix entered him. He turned his head and shared a wild, hungry kiss with his master before resuming his deep luxurious thrusts. Lacroix picked up the same rhythm and soon triple growls and moans filled the room. Aimée struck first, sinking her sharp fangs into Nicholas' shoulder and once more contracting around him, sending sweet agony through his system. Only now he could return the bite and let her intoxicating blood take him over the edge as Lacroix's thrusts against his sensitive spot sent additional surges up his spine. He screamed as he came, feeling his master's teeth rip into his neck and feeling Lacroix's release deep inside of him. Time slowed and stopped as the three fed from each other, feeling their own blood return to them spiced with the others' orgasms. "That was perfection," Aimée sighed as she lay snuggled against Nicholas' chest, trailing her toes along Lacroix's shin. "I should be very angry with you, Lucius, for not bringing Nicholas here sooner." "I didn't want to spoil him." "I'd say, you didn't want to share him with me." Aimée pulled Lacroix close for a kiss. "You know me too well." "Where did you two meet?" Nicholas asked, propping his head up on his elbow. "My home. Egypt." "Egypt? When?" "Oh, about 1600 years ago, wasn't it, Lucius?" Lacroix only grunted. He was falling asleep, or maybe he was just pretending to, Nicholas wasn't sure. He pulled Aimée closer to himself and tried to get some sleep as well *** A loud noise woke them in the early evening. Nicholas jerked up, momentarily disoriented. He saw Lacroix sit up on the other side of the bed. Aimée was nowhere to be seen. "What was that?" "I don't know, Nicholas, but judging from the noise I'd say these are not friendly visitors. Get dressed." Nicholas picked up his breeches from the floor and pulled them on. As he slipped his shirt over his head, the door burst open and Aimée stood in the middle of the room. "You have to leave town as fast as you can. Someone caught Jérôme disposing of the body and they questioned him all day. Finally he admitted that he was taking care of it for you two." "One thing that speaks for him: he certainly is loyal to YOU," Lacroix hissed as he hunted for his shoe under the bed. "Will you be alright?" Nicholas asked as he stuffed his stockings into his pocket. "But of course. Most of the police informants are regular customers here, as well as the judges. Never worry. I have a carriage waiting out back for you. Hurry!" "The pleasure has been too short," Nicholas grinned and wrapped Aimée up in his arms for a hungry kiss. "Nicholas, this is not the right time!" Lacroix bellowed. "Will I see you again?" "You certainly will, my sweet one," Aimée laughed as she watched Lacroix drag Nicholas down the stairs. The pleasure had been much too short indeed. *** The coach thundered through the streets of Paris, swaying precariously every time it rounded a corner. Inside, the two passengers where trying to get their wardrobe in order. "Still bored, Nicholas?" "Oh no, this was more excitement than I had hoped for." "So, how about some quiet time in the country then? You like the bucolic lifestyle of the provinces, do you not?" "It might be refreshing for a change. If I'm not mistaken, you already have a specific location in mind?" "Indeed I have. I was thinking of the Cote du Rhône. There is someone I would like you to meet." "Another old friend?" "You could say that, yes." "What is her name, Lacroix?" Nicholas asked with a grin. And, a smile spreading on his face, Lacroix answered, "Francesca." ~The End~ Bonne Anniversaire, chère Petra! Comments to : cousinlucilla@freenet.de