UF-Challenge: How Lacroix got the shaft…

Just one word


"Oh, Nicholas, you're so talented," Lacroix grunted as he threaded his long 
fingers through the thick blond curls of the younger man kneeling on the 
rug before him.
The other one flinched almost imperceptibly at the interrupting sound but 
he did not halt in his activities.

For several more moments nothing was heard besides low moans of pleasure 
and the occasional growl or snarl as sharp fangs scraped along satin soft 
skin to draw blood.

Lacroix leaned back in the heavy arm chair, enjoying the feel of the 
other's teeth on his rigid cock. A soft tongue swirled across the head, 
licking away the first ruby droplets that heralded the onset of orgasm.
Amber eyes gleaming below almost closed lids took in the sight of the young 
one. The candlelight played on the golden head and cast an almost ethereal 
hue over the sweaty skin of the young vampire.

No sound came from the young vampire. He seemed deeply engrossed in what he 
was doing, unaware of the elder's eyes on him. Hi lips worked the hard 
shaft in an expert rhythm, his hands were caressing the strong muscled 
calves of the old one.

Suddenly Lacroix bowed forward and ran his hands along the other's 
shoulders.
"Stop." It was not spoken harshly but it was nevertheless a command to be 
obeyed. "Turn around."
The blond vampire looked up to meet the glowing eyes of the elder. He 
locked his blue gaze to the amber one and moved to comply without any 
argument. 

Both men changed places and the young one braced his arms against the 
coarse leather of  the chair. The ancient ran his hands over the long 
muscles of the younger's back and kneaded the well-rounded buttocks. The 
only perceptible reaction from the other was a relaxed sigh as he prepared 
for the taking.

Lacroix bit his wrist and smeared his cock with the blood, its smell adding 
to his arousal. One hard thrust and he buried himself deep inside the other 
who reared back with a feral snarl to draw the elder deeper inside himself.
Well-measured thrusts and muttered endearments took them both to the edge 
in a matter of minutes and the pent up passion unleashed in an explosion of 
biting fangs, blood and come.
"Nicholas, mon amant!" Lacroix screamed as he convulsed inside the yielding 
body of the young one. He pulled out and fell back on the thick rug, 
panting.

Still enjoying the afterglow, he didn't see the enraged face, the red eyes 
and the clenched fists as the other brought the sharp stake down over his 
heart. His eyes shot open at the pain and he could only whisper, "Why?"
   
The blond vampire looked down on him in disgust.
"You have used me as your slut once too often, old man." The face hovered 
only inches from his. "And remember: my name is Daniel!"

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