From: "Michelle David" Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 21:12:23 -0700 This is my first shot at erotica, especially Forever Knight erotica, especially Forever Knight slash erotica, especially Forever Knight slash erotica with Nick and LaCroix, especially... well, you get the picture. So, be gentle. ;-) This was supposed to be an actual (ahem) story, but then I decided to JADFE-ize it. All characters in this story belong to Pariott, yadda yadda yadda. But since they don't seem to want 'em, I'll just borrow them for a little bit. A New Begining By Michelle David Nick/LaCroix ***** Natalie glanced at Nick and smiled. He was intensely watching the foreign movie, not needing the assitance of subtitles. He was most likely comparing the period peice with the own crystal clear memories of his past. It had been one week since he had come back across, and how terribly romantic- they were munching Coke and popcorn, and watching some foreign movie with an indechipherable plot on a Saturday night. Life was good. Life was a dream come true. Life was a dream she had held on to for years, of a time in which she and Nick would do things as inane as this, or stroll in the park, or eat souvlaki, his favorite second to favorite dish. The first was pasta. The credits rolled and melodramatic music resonated throughout the movie theater as Natalie and Nick rose from their seats. "God, that was a good movie," Nick muttered, finishing off the popcorn. "Very accurate." Natalie rose an eyebrow. "Oh?" Nick smiled at her. "It's so weird; I've lost my vampiric powers, like flight and superhuman strength, and yet my memories are crystal clear." He sighed. "I remember a time in England, late seventeenth century... strolling down the streets..." "Hey!" cried Natalie, a grin on her face. "Now is NOT the time for flashbacks!" Nick grinned at her, his trademark smile that had melted her heart so many times. "Sorry," he apologized. They exited the theatre. "Where do you want to go for eats?" Natalie asked. "That Italian place on 23rd?" he suggested. "Sounds good to me." Life was good. ****** Two days later Nick bounded out of the loft, enjoying the cool summer night. The movie would be on in an hour, so Natalie had sent him out to get some Rocky Road. As he climbed into the Caddy, he reflected upon the last week, a week he had spent as a mortal with Natalie. LaCroix had disappeared a couple of days before he had been brought back across, presumably on a trip, so Nick planned on telling him when he returned. It was quite possible, he thought as he drove to the grocery store, that LaCroix had felt the link break between them when he had been gone, and simply not bothered to return. Or perhaps LaCroix would be furious at him. But he had a strange sense of security, the comfortable illusion all mortals had. Rocky road, rocky road, he jingled in his mind as he stepped out of the Caddy. The cold eyes cut into him, even from across the dark parking lot. He felt the "whooosh" as the figure stepped beside him. And the sudden pain as the figure gripped his wrists and held him so that his body was sprawled over the hood. LaCroix's eyes were golden. "Nicholas..." Nick found himself almost unable to speak. "LaCroix..." Rage glowed in the feral gold. "You're HUMAN!" "I- I'm sorry..." LaCroix simply stared at him for a few moments. Then, "I will not bring you across again." Nick was shocked. "But I will teach you a lesson- that you are still mine." His hand struck out, and Nick blacked out. ****** Schattenjager@hotmail.com *Cousin*Unamed*COTK* "The end is always in sight, But it tastes better with wine -- Why pay your life in tiny measures?" -"Aspects of Love" --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- Natalie paced anxiously on the floor, waiting for Nick to come home. He had left about a couple of hours ago, and had yet to return. The store was only half a mile away! They should have walked there together. Carefully, Natalie examined the possibilites. One, Nick could have been mugged. This she dismissed quite quickly; as a cop, he carried his gun with him from as much as force of habit as anything else. Two, car trouble. Probably not, he would have called. Three, that the cure had failed and Nick was a vampire again. No, that was impossible. After all, he had gone a week without any symptoms of any sort. Four- LaCroix. Natalie stopped her pacing at this most ominous choice. It was quite possible that LaCroix had come back to bring his child back across. But- No, Natalie! Don't think like that. Nick's Caddy had probably broken down and he couldn't call her. Yeah, that's right. ****** When Nick awoke again, he found himself in LaCroix' bedroom, iron hands gripping him. He attempted to break loose, but the pounding in his head reminded him he was mortal, and of course could not. LaCroix had been patiently observing him from the left of Nick, and pressing his wrists to the bed, waiting for him to wake. "LaCroix..." Nick managed. "Yes, Nicholas?" he asked tauntingly. "What have you done to me?" LaCroix shrugged, a fluid motion. "You were unconsious, were you not?" Nick's headache pounded away in his brain. "Yes. But as I recall, you knocked me out." LaCroix sighed. "Nicholas... I was simply grief stricken that *my son*" at this point he leaned down so close that Nick could feel the breath, "would desert me." "How long have I been searching? Why be suprised now?" Suddenly, LaCroix leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "I was not. But as I said before, there was no need to leave." Involunarily, Nick jerked back in surprise at the kiss. But the hands held him tight, so he could only sort of scooch. "Nicholas... This is simply a goodbye..." LaCroix murmured into his ear, Nick feeling the hot breath. LaCroix kissed him again, more passionately this time, letting go of his wrists. Nick felt himself not moving away in revulsion this time, but wrapping his arms around his former father, his arousal growing quickly. "LaCroix..." he whispered, feeling the skillful hands travel over him, undoing his shirt, hands with two thousand years of skill pleasuring his mortal body. LaCroix quickly removed the shirt, tossing over the side of the bed. He bit gently at the nipples, causing Nick to shudder in delight, and cause the slightest semblance of pain. As he pleasured the child, he thought breifly of his motives. He was certainly angered that his son had left, but yet he knew that it would be best for him- he most likely knew the cure himself, and if not, walk into the sun. So what was he really doing? Making his son regret what he had done? Possibly. Schattenjager@hotmail.com *Cousin*Unamed*COTK* "The end is always in sight, But it tastes better with wine -- Why pay your life in tiny measures?" -"Aspects of Love" --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- ************* He finished teasing Nick's nipples, and as kept he one had firmly on the chest to keep his son from moving, he undressed himself and the rest of Nick. He then parted Nick's thighs, crouching between them. Placing his hands on either side of Nick's shoulders, LaCroix leaned down and kissed Nick again, savoring the taste he had not experienced for the longest time, now mingled with tastes other than sweet blood. Feeling the stiff rod pressed against his stomach, he moved down slowly to the neck, feeling the pulse throbbing rapidly in the jugular. Oh, he could almost smell the blood, now mortal. How different it must be now, the mortal he had not tasted in almost eight hundred years. Nick shuddered under LaCroix' seductive touch, remembering the many times they had made love, or simply had sex. How different the adrenilan felt now, instead of in an immortal body, now pulasting through this fragile shell. The unique experience he had never felt before, so fresh and exciting. Kissing Nick one last time, LaCroix moved down to the groin area, almost hearing the rapid pumping in the cock. LaCroix took the head into his mouth, cherishing the unique feel of the fleshy knob, the slightly bitter droplets that coated it. Sucking gently, bobbing his head up and down, kneading the scrotum as a professional. Each time LaCroix felt him come close to the brink, he would slow down, a torture Nick willingly accepted, one that he would easily submit to over and over again, yet one that he hated with all his might. This torture, this teasing, LaCroix performed over and over again, until Nick began to not only moan in passion, but to half whimper, and strangled little cry of frustration. "LaCroix," he said, barely managing to gasp out the name. LaCroix stopped his ministrations, sat up, and stared at the writhing mortal, eyes closed. "Yes?" he asked seductively, and yet driving him to madness. "Please," gasp "Oh god..." LaCroix smirked. "Don't say that in my presence, young man," he admonished. He then slightly stroked the throbbing cock, causing Nick to squirm even more. "Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease..." LaCroix leaned back down and sucked vigorously, teasing the head, biting the foreskin. In no time at all, merely seconds, Nick came to orgasm, in great shuddering heaves, his body shaking in tremors. Finally he lay still, his cheast heaving with the extertion, the afterglow radiant. LaCroix kissed him. "LaCroix..." Nick began, but was cut off by his former master's lips. "Shhh," LaCroix murmured. "How did that feel, Nicholas? As a mortal, how did it feel? I know you've felt it so many times before, but with your new, considerably limited body, how did it feel?" Nick reached up and hugged him. "Wonderful. It wasn't limited by my body, it was... different. New and exciting." LaCroix was silent, the again kissed him, needing to satiate his own lust. He ran his hands up and down the chest, feeling the shudders, kissing the newly aroused penis. Inserting one finger into Nick, LaCroix loosened the tense muscles as he he teased Nick's cock, not as highly as before, but enough to maken him want much, much more. Two more fingers followed, and LaCroix felt that Nick was relaxed suffiently. Positioning his own engorged rod at the entrace, he thrust himself in, getting in about halfway. Nick yelled out with the first penetration, his mortal body not used to the sensation. But after LaCroix and he began to pump together in a smooth rhythm. LaCroix pumped Nick's cock in time with the thrusts, and slowly but surely they came close to the climax. And at the millisecond in which their bodies together shuddered in pleaure simultaneously, LaCroix bent down with extended fangs and pierced Nick's throat. Nick gasped, in both the pleasure of the climax and the pain of the fangs. But as the blood drained away, it became as pleasureable as the penetration had. LaCroix's fangs recceded and he smiled at Nick, who from the blood loss was quickly falling asleep. He kissed Nick again, who responded in kind. And as Nick slipped into dreamland, he heard LaCroix say, "Farewell, Nicholas. Enjoy the fleeting life ahead." ****** Schattenjager@hotmail.com *Cousin*Unamed*COTK* "The end is always in sight, But it tastes better with wine -- Why pay your life in tiny measures?" -"Aspects of Love" --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- ****** Natalie heard a knocking at the door, about an hour before sunrise. "Nick!" she cried in excitement, throwing open the door. LaCroix stood there, holding Nick in his arms. He walked in past Natalie, placing Nick on the sofa. "What did you do to him?" Natalie demanded. "He should wake in an hour or two," LaCroix said casually. "Did you-" He laughed. "Hardly, Doctor. Why would I ever think to interfere in Nicholas' life? He's made his choice." He then left too quickly for Natalie to catch up. Natalie examined Nick, and paled. He had two bite marks on his neck, which certainly troubled her, but he was still breathing. But what especially troubled her was the evidence of recent sexual activity on his body. She didn't want to bring him to a hospital, as the bite mark would catch a few eyes. The blood loss was not as great as he needed a transfusion, anyway. So she moved him to his bed, patiently watching over him until he revived. "Nat..." he said feebly. "I'm right here. What the hell happened?" "Did I miss the movie?" Natalie couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. But still, what happened?" Nick's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then his eyes became troubled as he realized what had happened. "Oh god, Nat... I was getting the ice cream, then LaCroix..." She bit her lip. He obviously did not want to tell her. "That's okay Nick, I know what happened." He relaxed slightly, but was still obviously very tense. "How'd I get home?" "LaCroix brought you." She paused. "He said... he said he wouldn't interfere with you anymore. What does he mean?" Nick closed his eyes. "I think it was a goodbye." She raised her eyebrows. "A goodbye?" "Yeah... A goodbye." "You don't think he'll try to... harm you?" "No." Natalie sat in silence for a moment, then hugged him. "Nick... so you think we've got as fresh start?" "Yeah." He hugged her back, and kissed her. "A fresh start... a new begining. The sweetest words I've ever heard. No LaCroix, no past like that." Again he kissed her. "A new start. Together." ****** The end! Michelle Schattenjager@hotmail.com *Cousin*Unamed*COTK* "The end is always in sight, But it tastes better with wine -- Why pay your life in tiny measures?" -"Aspects of Love" --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------