Hi there, here's the sequel to "Driving me Crazy". It follows the other story in mood and language, meaning that it's not overly explicit and pretty romantic (there will be other times when Uncle can be his old mean self again). There is an allusion to Molly Schneider's "One night in Byzantium" in it. I didn't ask her permission, but I consider it a tribute to one of my favorite stories. It's not betaread so excuse typos and please bear in mind that English is not my mother tongue. Disclaimer: The charcters of FK belong to Sony/Tristar and TPTB (howl) and this story is not intended to infringe on their copyright. (If you like my stories, feel free to archive them anywhere you want) Still Driving me Crazy by Luc 2003 … I am your conscience and your guide I know just what you feel inside I share your darkest thoughts with you But share no consequences for them There's no escaping me I'm with you while you sleep I hear your lies , I hear your truth I hear you speak before you do … (Phil Collins, Driving me crazy) Lacroix watched the dancers writhe to the blaring Goth music that permeated the Raven. He looked out through the one-sided mirror of his sound-proof broadcasting booth, his chin resting on steepled fingers. He pondered the events of last night. He had surprised Nicholas in his loft and the ensuing day had proven to be very special indeed. They had been closer then than they had been for centuries. A day of re-lived passion and the glory of reveling in each other's caresses and each other's blood. He had left his sleeping child reluctantly. The conflicting emotions coming from his son had spurred his intention to bring Nicholas back to the fold. He had hardly interfered with Nicholas's life over the last couple of months. There had been no need to. Everything that Nicholas did seemed to bring him closer to his true nature again. He closed his eyes and listened to the vibrations coming from their link. Nicholas was torn inside. His resolve to stay away was slipping steadily and last night had left him in more doubt than ever. Lacroix closed the link and opened the mike for this evening's speech. "Tonight, dear listeners , let's talk about happiness. What makes people happy? Or, maybe, we should start at the other end. What makes people unhappy? Is it their unsatisfying job, their obnoxious superiors, their decaying relationships? La Bruyère says that all our human unhappiness viennent de ne pouvoir être seuls.* As long as man lives he will be subject to the yearning of love or the burning of hate, which is only inverted love. What do you think, gentle listeners? Share your views with us. The lines are open for your calls." He switched the mike off and the haunting tunes of a cello sonata on and leaned back in his chair. Then he felt the presence. His presence. It was coming closer, fast. Then the door burst open and he was standing there in the doorframe. Eyes wild and slightly disheveled. Blond curls tousled. He must have flown. "Nicholas, what a pleasant surprise. But don't stand there making a spectacle of yourself, come in and close the door." Nick stepped inside and threw the door close behind him. Before he could say a word, Lacroix motioned him to keep silent and turned the mike back on. "It seems, dear listeners, that we are experiencing technical difficulties, so we won't be having any calls after all tonight. Instead let us indulge in blessed silence for a change." He turned the equipment off, got up and went for the door. "Come, Nicholas, let's go someplace more private, I think you have something to tell me, haven't you?" Nick only nodded and followed his master. *** They arrived at Lacroix's townhouse a few minutes later. The elder vampire went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of his own private stock. He looked at Nicholas questioningly. When the other didn't object, he took two glasses from the shelf and went over to where Nicholas sat slumped on the couch. He poured them each a glass of the ruby liquid, then sat down next to his son. Nicholas accepted the blood and sipped on it absentmindedly. "What did you do to me last night, Lacroix?" Nick's voice was almost inaudible. Lacroix arched his brows but didn't answer. "I can't think of anything else. Just going to work tonight was almost unbearable…" Lacroix's hand on his shoulder felt comforting and reassuring. And… Nick looked up, small golden flames dancing in his eyes. He leaned close until he almost brushed against Lacroix's face. Then he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I loved the way you touched me, I longed for your touch all evening. Longed for it so hard it frightens me…" Lacroix studied Nicholas's face. The desire was burning in his eyes. He traced his fingers slowly over his son's cheek. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Nicholas. Desire and longing should never be feared, they should be treasured and lived…" They kissed, lightly, lips merely brushing. Lacroix felt Nick tremble at his touch. "Do you like this, Nicholas?" "Yes!" He flicked his tongue lightly over Nick's lips, then teased the mouth open to draw it over Nick's teeth. "What about this?" "I like that very much." "Then why do you fight it? Give in to your desires, Nicholas." Nick didn't answer. "Would you like to spend the day here with me? Make love?" Nick nodded, eyes cast to the floor. Lacroix cupped his chin in his hand and made him look up. "Never be ashamed for wanting me, Nicholas." He took the glass from Nick's hands and slowly pushed his son back into the cushions of the couch. Although they had spend the day before making passionate love, this felt like that first time in Byzantium almost eight centuries past. Nicholas had re-erected the walls of shame around his heart, the walls he had never really managed to break down completely. He would have to be careful, gentle, unless, of course, his son wanted to… He set his thoughts to the task at hand. He slowly undid the buttons of Nick's shirt, a deep burgundy silk which went exceptionally well with Nick's complexion, then traced soft kisses down Nick's jawline to the sensitive area over the collarbone. The sharp intake of breath from the other assured him that he was on the right track. He suckled the skin, reveling in his son's aroma. Cloves, cinnamon, herbs, subtle notes of sandalwood from Nick's expensive cologne. And, growing more intense with every minute, a rich musk. The heady scent of sexual arousal. His tongue continued its ministrations down over Nick's chest. He played with the golden hairs that dusted the skin. He licked lightly over Nick's nipples, nipping at them with his teeth until they hardened. Nick squirmed under his touch and ran his hands over his shoulders. Lacroix took them and pinned them firmly over Nick's head. "Just enjoy, Nicholas, relax and give yourself over to pleasure." He continued to kiss his way down. His hands undid the silver buckle of Nick's belt, then slowly unzipped his jeans. He took great care not to touch the growing bulge directly. A hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked up to see the blazing golden eyes of his son. "Please, Lucien, I want to touch you." "Later, Nicholas, we have all day. This is supposed to be for you." With a resigned sigh, Nick let go of Lacroix's wrist, then closed his eyes and settled back into the cushions. The other pulled off Nick's shoes and socks, then slowly pulled down the jeans, throwing the discarded clothing carelessly into a corner. He sat back on his heels to take in the sight of his beautiful child. He'd seen him countless times in this state, but he couldn't help being overwhelmed every time. He knelt down and started to kiss Nick's toes, drawing each one into his mouth and tickling them with his tongue. Soft chuckling sounds came from his `victim', telling him that Nick was finally relaxing. He kissed and massaged his way up Nick's calves. His son had beautiful legs, the legs of a trained horseman, firm and muscular. The tense muscles relaxed as he kneaded them gently. He hadn't been that gentle with Nicholas in a very long time and it surprised him how much pleasure it gave him. He had worked his way up Nick's thighs to where the black silk pants could hardly contain his son's straining erection. He still avoided to touch him there, anticipation being delicious torture to the flesh. He let his tongue wander to Nick's navel. He flicked his tongue into the small cavity savoring Nick's taste. He looked up to see that his son was biting his knuckles. He used his one hand to draw Nick' fist away from that sensuous mouth, then plunged his own tongue in. He drank in that sweet essence, lighter than blood, while his other hand teased one of Nick's nipples. The younger vampire squirmed, moaning incoherently, pressing himself against the hard body of his master. Then Lacroix let his hand settle on the impressive bulge. He squeezed slightly then slid his fingers underneath the silk. He closed his fingers around the hard flesh and firmly stroked it. Nick gasped and a soft hissing sound followed. Lacroix pulled away the silken barrier and admired that perfect specimen of manhood before him. His lips closed around the head of Nick's cock, his tongue licking away the first tangy droplets. He took him in completely and started to drive Nick to the edge of madness. Nick bucked his hips upward, thrusting himself deep into the moist cavity of Lacroix's throat. When he thought that he couldn't take anymore, Lacroix's wrist was in front of his face and he tore into it, frantically drawing the blood from the wound, then let out a single scream as he came. Almost senseless he pulled Lacroix up and on top of him. "Take me, please." He wrapped himself around Lacroix, desperate to fill that aching emptiness inside of him. They slid to the floor together. "Then look at me, Nicholas." He opened his eyes which clearly betrayed his lust, shining a burning crimson. "Never ever be ashamed for that, Nicholas," Lacroix said as he thrust himself inside. Nick arched his back and with every thrust he heard Lacroix's words echoing inside his head "Never be ashamed". He groaned and moaned, mumbling words in his native medieval French. With a savage roar he pulled Lacroix's head down and buried his fangs in his master's neck. He climaxed a second time, seemingly neverending spasms rocking through him. He slowly drifted back to reality. "Lacroix, you didn't…" The other put his finger to Nick's lips. "Shh, Nicholas, I will get my share, don't you worry about that. As I said, this was for you." "You were right, Lacroix, thank you for showing me." "You are more than welcome my son. Anytime." "May I take you up on that offer right now, Lucien?" Lacroix smiled at the leer on Nicholas's face. Once the barriers were down, Nicholas was quite insatiable. And that he called him Lucien was promising indeed… -The End (at least for now)- Let's give them some time to catch their breath and take a shower * "it comes from not being able to be alone" The Nightcrawler is quoting D.H. Lawrence all comments appreciated