Disclaimer: Don't own them and never will (life's a bitch). No profit being  
            made on this, blah blah.
 
Author's note: 
This is the third (and last) installment in a series that started with my 
story "Fleeting Images" and was continued in "Eyes of Truth". 
These stories are also adult with only mild uffish undertones. This story 
doesn't make much sense if you haven't read the others. 
They can be found at my website: http://www.come-undone.net in the Adult 
section. There is also an allusion to my story "Night Tide" to be found in 
the Slash section of my site.
Thanks to PJ for beta-reading and help.
 
Permission to archive given to Jadfe, the FTP page and FanFic2. Anyone 
else, please ask first (I'm easy and won't bite).

It was my premise for this one that Nick had not had any physical relations 
with Lacroix for a very long time prior to this encounter and had no 
intentions of resuming them.

Content warning: explicit language, graphic m/m sex

Disclosures 
By Luc , November 2004

There was no way out, was there?

Nick sat on the ledge of one of the upper windows. He liked sitting there, 
perched high up, like a hawk surveying his territory. It gave him a feeling 
of control.
But at the moment this feeling eluded him.

~Why did I have to go to him?~ He asked himself. 
~Wasn't it enough to experience his tryst with Natalie through our bond? 
Was it necessary to taste it in his blood as well?~ 

Lacroix's price for allowing him a taste of her was high. Lacroix had 
demanded one night with him. And this night would certainly not be spend 
playing chess. 
It wouldn't be the first time he had shared a bed with his sire. That had 
happened shortly after he had come across. First he had been disgusted by 
his desire – a clear sin and completely unnatural in his time. But Lacroix 
had overcome his fears and doubts and in the end he had reveled in carnal 
pleasures with both his immortal companions.
But with time, as his wish to regain his mortality, his soul, had grown, he 
had not only withdrawn from his master in spirit but in flesh as well. 
And that was  exactly what worried him – no, what he was clearly afraid of: 
that despite his efforts to excise this darkest side of his nature and ban 
Lacroix from his life forever, he would enjoy it again.
~Moot thoughts, Nicholas.~
 It was as if he heard Lacroix's voice echo in his head. 
~You could only avoid this by not going. And you're not a coward.~
No, he would keep his part of the deal. He would go and get this over with 
as much grace as he could.
He had to think back to Victorian times when young brides were told to 
close their eyes and "think of England" on their wedding nights. A slight 
chuckle surfaced.
~I'm hardly a virgin.~

But he began a careful preparation. Anything he could to keep in control. 
He showered and shaved carefully and put on expensive fragrance. A pair of 
loose-fitting slacks and a silver-gray silk shirt. He looked at himself in 
the mirror.
~ A whore dressing for a pimp.~ He thought bitterly and turned away from 
his reflection.
~ I sold my soul 800 years ago. Tonight I'm selling my body. Not much of a 
difference.~
He thought about taking the Caddy but decided to fly over. The faster he 
could leave the better.
He landed on the top of Lacroix's loft. Looking down, he could see his 
master's cool eyes gazing up at him. He descended through the skylight 
slowly, trying desperately to maintain a modicum of self-composure.
"Nicholas, I am glad you honor our agreement."
"No matter what you might believe, Lacroix, I am still a man of honor." 
A nasty snicker was his reply.

Lacroix was sitting there, a spider in his web just waiting to strike.
Nick decided not to instigate anything, so he just stood there and waited, 
arms hanging limp at his side but shoulders straight.
"Here are the rules, Nicholas. You will do everything I tell you or your 
dear doctor will suffer the consequences."
Nick nodded mutely. Lacroix wanted total victory and for Natalie's sake he 
was going to give it to him.

The elder stepped closer to him and, reaching up, brushed the back of his 
hand tenderly over the younger one's face.
"Poor moping Nicholas, always denying your true nature."
Nick closed his eyes. He had been prepared  for violence, rape even. His 
sire's tenderness was unnerving.
"Lacroix, I …"
"Shh, Nicholas, don't speak. There's no need for words between us." 
Another soft, brushing sensation on his cheek. Nick's hair stood on end. 
For these weren't Lacroix's fingers but his lips. Involuntarily, Nick 
closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
"Rediscover yourself, my son. At least for this night."
Nick clenched his fists until he felt his own fingernails cut into his 
flesh.
~No! Stop this! Don't do this to me!~ he pleaded silently. 
But not a sound escaped his lips.
Instead he observed with horrified fascination how his body reacted to the 
sensual stimulation.
~It's only because I've been celibate for so long.~ he argued with the 
angry voice inside his head. Anyone would be aroused by this and anyone 
could do this to me right now. It isn't him, no, not him.~

Lacroix stepped back, eyeing his conflicted child with amused satisfaction. 
It took so little to throw Nicholas off-balance. It was like pushing the 
buttons on a robot. But no, the simile didn't work. He didn't want Nicholas 
to respond mechanically to erotic stimuli. What he wanted was the Nicholas 
from centuries before. The Nicholas who had responded eagerly and joyfully; 
who had clawed at him in the throes of passion and had screamed his name in 
climax.
"You insist on making it harder for yourself than it has to be. Remember 
the first time, Nicholas. You were just beginning to discover the infinite 
possibilities our nature offers. Remember how you reveled in the beauty of 
the night."
Nick stood there, shivering as Lacroix's smooth voice unlocked memories he 
had thought buried.
He saw himself standing on that dark beach on the Normandy coast knowing 
that his sire was waiting for him.
"I remember," he whispered.
"Was it so disagreeable then, Nicholas, that you come to me now as 
a lamb to the slaughter?"
Nick slowly shook his head.
"It was different then, Lucien. You didn't threaten to hurt one of my 
friends."
"Touché."
Lacroix lay his hands on Nick's shoulders and rested his forehead against 
the other's.
"Let go of these foolish, mortal concepts of morality and let nature take 
its course. And don't worry about the dear doctor. She is no danger at the 
moment, I assure you."
"What guarantee do I have that you won't hurt her?"
"None whatsoever, mon fils. You just have to trust me, I'm afraid."
Nick didn't reply. If he said what he wanted to say, the night would take a 
turn for the worse very quickly.
So he kept his cool façade. 
"Have your way with me and be done with it."
Lacroix let go of his son and stepped back, his countenance hard.
"Strip! And do it slowly, I want to enjoy this." If Nicholas wanted it the 
hard way, he was going to give him just that.
Nick complied, removing his clothes carefully and slowly, but his movements 
were mechanical. When he had finished he remained standing just as before.
Lacroix let his gaze wander over the body of his favorite. His physical 
beauty was as he remembered, but his eyes were dull and his face a mask of 
barely concealed hatred.
His muscles were tense, prepared to take his sire's rage.
Lacroix mused over the possibilities this night offered. It would be too 
easy to just take what was offered without any real conviction. 
He approached his son slowly, then circled him, running his fingers ever so 
lightly over Nicholas' chest. He watched in delight as his son squeezed his 
eyes shut and hissed as his fingers brushed over the tightening nipples.
Something else was tightening as well, Lacroix observed with a grin. A 
promising turn of events indeed.
"Now, Nicholas, to the bedroom."
Nick took a deep breath and proceeded to the other room, embarrassed by his 
own reaction. He recognized the heavy four-poster bed. Lacroix had had it 
for at least three centuries.
"Lie down."
He threw himself onto the top, glad to be able to hide his arousal.
"Turn around, Nicholas."
Groaning, Nick complied. It was obvious that Lacroix wanted to enjoy his 
shame.
Lacroix took his hands and handcuffed him to the bed posts. Nick's body 
tensed as he found himself virtually immobilized. Then Lacroix produced a 
blindfold and put it on him.
Any moment now Lacroix would punish him, beat him and torture him, as he 
had done so many times already. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing for 
the pain.
Instead he felt the light, tantalizing touch of a tongue tip on his 
nipples. He moaned, more in surprise than actual arousal.
"Lacr…" 
A hand over his mouth stifled the sound. It moved lower, fingers gliding 
over his cheek and throat until it joined the mouth on his nipples. 
The tiny buds had grown hard and every touch was a small bolt of 
electricity shooting up his spine. He squirmed against the body holding him 
down.
Lacroix grinned. He knew Nicholas only too well. Carnal pleasures had been 
his undoing in the first place when he had followed Janette to the 
darkness. He would not resist him.
He trailed his fingers down over Nick's belly, watching his child's 
reaction. Although Nick's face was half-concealed by the blindfold, he saw 
the lust openly displayed on his features. Lips half-open and moist, 
fangtips emerging.
His fingers had reached past the belly button where a thin line of dark 
blond hair traveled down to his son's groin. Nick drew in an involuntary 
breath as he felt the cool hand close around the base of his hard shaft. 
Agonizingly slow Lacroix moved his hand up and down the rigid flesh. 
Nick bit his lip in an effort to suppress a lusty growl, with little 
success. And he gave up on any such endeavors when he felt the wetness of 
his master's mouth descend on him. He bucked his hips upward, trying to 
encourage Lacroix to move faster. But Lacroix resisted and continued in his 
slow rhythm, thoroughly enjoying this. He had started to rub his own 
erection through the fabric of his pants, but the layers of cloth presented 
an increasing annoyance.
He interrupted his ministrations on his son, shed his clothes and resumed 
his position next to Nick on the bed.
Nick had snarled in frustration as the pleasurable torture to his flesh had 
ceased and he rammed himself almost brutally back into Lacroix's mouth. 
Another shudder ran through him as his sire cupped his scrotum and began a 
skilful massage.
"Oh my …ahh …god, yesss!" 
Lacroix looked down at his own body and to the twitching erection that now 
got no attention anymore. Well, he had to do something about this, didn't 
he? 
He increased his rhythm on Nick's cock while pushing a finger into his 
son's tight opening.
Nick gasped at the invasion but then flexed his muscles to accommodate the 
probing digit. A second finger followed to stroke the sensitive gland 
inside. He bucked wildly now, desperate for release.
But Lacroix made no attempt at giving him what he desired. No blood. So he 
did the only thing he could. He bit his lip until his own blood flowed 
freely into his mouth. His strangled cry was muffled as his master's lips 
closed over his and his blood was sucked up greedily. 
Nevertheless, it was enough for him to come over Lacroix's fist.
Still blinded by the cloth over his eyes, he didn't see his master gather 
his sticky come and spread it over his own shaft.
Lacroix wrapped Nicholas' legs around his waist, slid his hands under the 
round buttocks and pulled his still panting child close. Poised at his 
son's entrance he looked down on him. 
He reached up and removed the blindfold. Nicholas, startled by the move, 
raised his head and blinked at him.
"Tell me you want this as much as I do."
Nick knew that denial would never work now. His body had betrayed him long 
before. So he locked his glowing gaze with his master's and rasped, "Yes, 
take me now!"
Lacroix pushed himself in slowly, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his 
son's muscles around his flesh. Nick was arching under him, his face 
pressed into the pillow, contorted by the sheer lust of being taken. 
It didn't take them long to reach the edge, and when Lacroix finally tasted 
his son's orgasm in his blood, he knew he had won.

Nick lay there, spent and sweaty, staring at the ceiling. 
His master was dressing himself.
"Why, Lacroix?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You could have taken me even against my will tonight and I wouldn't have 
resisted you. Why the seduction?"
"Oh, to prove a point," the elder replied nonchalantly.
"And that was?" Nick propped his head up on his elbow and turned towards 
the man sitting on the side of the bed.
Lacroix bent closer to him, ran his finger across Nick's cheek and lips, 
then said with a cold smile.
"That you are well and truly mine – forever."

~Fin~
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