Part Six
The Raven was open and a party was in full swing.
Janette was behind the counter offering free drinks to the new fledglings brought across in the past few weeks. One of them was Vachon�s adopted blood child. Timothy happily accepted the drink and moving to the dance floor, he started to do the swing with a female vampire only a few days older then him. Alone with Vachon, Janette smiled down at him licking her lips as if she had just found her next meal.
�How are you doing with your new fledgling?�
Vachon, took a sip of his blood wine and smiled up at the beautiful vampire.
�He has his good days and bad days. He�s going to make it I think�
Janette grinned and reaching over she tenderly touched the Spaniard�s cheek.
�Amazing what a little tender loving care can do.�
Coughing slightly on his blood wine, Vachon tried to figure out why it was so warm in here as the lady moved closer towards him. Seeing the desire in her eyes, swallowing, Vachon abruptly got up. �Excuse me Janette, I think I�m needed....somewhere.� Hightailing it to his blood child he moved to the back of the room and to safety.
Along the way, Vachon bumped into LaCroix and Nicholas who had just arrived for the big celebration.
Raising his glass in salute to them, Vachon joined his blood child and began to dance.
Moving to the counter, LaCroix grinned and taking the offered blood wine from Janette he offered a sip to Nicholas.
The Knight glanced around the room, usually the Raven sported vampires and mortals but not tonight. Only vampires were admitted tonight. For tonight was special.
Glancing at the offered blood, Nick paused and then indulged his father, taking a tentative sip. He still drank bovine blood, but on special occasions, this as being one of them and to make LaCroix happy, he allowed himself to dispense with his guilt and enjoy the moment with a taste of real human blood. He was slowly coming to terms with his past, but going to be a long road. There were also a great deal of unresolved issues with LaCroix, but he would try to resolve them. Together they could do anything.
He had much to thank Aristotle for this night. He scanned the room looking for the scholar, but not seeing him or catching his familiar scent, he turned his attention back to watching Vachon and Timothy on the dance floor.
Next week, Nick had his first appointment to see a therapist, and not just any therapist, but a vampire one. From what Nick heard on the grapevine, she was very good.
That is one for the history books, a vampire seeing a vampire shrink. LaCroix hadn�t been pleased with the news but in the end LaCroix had given in to his son�s plea to join him and get counseling together. LaCroix realized a little counseling couldn�t hurt, besides he wanted to see Nicholas happy and if this would help him get past his guilt then he would go with his son to the therapy sessions.
Scanning the room like his son, he watched as the doors opened and Waverly and Aristotle finally entered the room. A great many vampires moved away, allowing them a wide berth. Aristotle paid little heed and on spotting them hurried on over to his old friends.
�You finally made it.� Janette replied and offered Waverly his usual blood wine drink and then handed Aristotle a special drink of bovine blood. Surprisingly, this time she did not grimace at the smell of animal blood. It was a time of peace and celebration and for once she was not going to allow anything to ruin this night. Not even for her personal preferences of drink. Besides, she loved Aristotle. He was like a grandfather to her, and well, Nicholas was back in the fold again so to each his own.
They each saluted and drank down their special beverage. After a moment Nick spoke.
�So ah, where are they?�
�They�ll be here shortly.� said Waverly. �Illya wanted to see his last Sunset.�
�Is everything prepared?� asked Aristotle.
�Naturally.� said LaCroix. �Although I must say I�m still slightly displeased at Illya�s final decision.�
�Illya has a good head on his shoulders, LaCroix. He knows he can�t wait two more year. He will be a target now. Even though we rounded up most of Doctor Welsh�s men and even with her project destroyed there is still the possibility that someone knows about him.�
�Tonight is the night then?� Asked Nick.
�It is.� Said LaCroix.
They turned to Janette and she smiled and prepared more drinks.
***
Illya watched as the sun finally set completely. He felt sadness overwhelm him as he realized this would be his last sunset.
He had dined earlier in the day. He had all of his favorite foods. Pizza, Chicken, Roasted duck, roast beef, and tons of vegetables and mashed potatoes. He even had some dessert. Chocolate cake and loads of ice cream.
Napoleon had stayed at his side watching him eat in amazement and slight disgust. Although the food was appetizing to Illya, Napoleon only found the smells nauseating. Waverly had promised in time he would teach Napoleon to tone down the scent so it wouldn�t be so extreme to his senses.
Then, Illya had borrowed a van with all its windows covered and headed out of town.
Napoleon had napped in the back, safely a way from the burning sunlight.
Alone at the nearby docks, Illya sat down on a nearby bench and watched the sun set over the harbor. As the last rays of light vanished, Illya felt the tears once again spring forward to his eyes. Never again would he the sun. Never again would he feel its warmth and light. Never again.
Now in the safety of darkness Napoleon Solo stepped out of the van. Moving behind Illya, and seeing his partner�s distress, he pulled his lover gently into his arms.
�Don�t Illya. Please. I know it is terrible to lose all this but there is so much you gain.�
�I know. I know. It�s just-Napoleon- its my last Sunset.� he took a deep breath and turned to Napoleon and forced a smile to his lips.
�It�s time. Let�s go� Breaking the embrace, Napoleon headed back to the van with Illya slowly following behind him. Illya glanced back at the harbor, one last time.
***
Illya and Napoleon stepped into the Raven, to be met in silence. The vampires in the room looked on at him with no expressions on their faces. Moving to the stairs, Illya didn�t even look back as he headed up them.
Napoleon paused and was about to join him when Nicholas touched his shoulder.
�No, this is a private time and they need to do this alone.�
Napoleon allowed himself to be taken to the bar counter. There Janette smiled down at him gently and handed him a drink. Napoleon took the glass of blood in his hands and stared into its depths, searching for answers that would never come.
Illya reached the top of the stairs to see LaCroix waiting by the elevator to his penthouse. The Ancient vampire smiled and opened his arms. Illya willingly went into them. He wept softly in his father�s arms.
After a long moment and feeling the sobs starting to lessen LaCroix pulled away and smiled down at the Russian.
�You will always be my son, Illya. Whenever you need me, I will be there for you. I give you my word. My eternal protection and my love.�
Then with one sweep, he turned to the stair case and LaCroix vanished down them.
Taking a deep breath, Illya moved to the elevator and, stepping inside, pressed the top button. Time seemed to go on forever as the elevator hummed and moved upwards. But then all at once the elevator stopped and opened in front of a wooden door. Illya stood in front of it for a long moment and then taking in a deep breath he knocked once and then opened it.
Inside Illya was taken back at the romantic and alluring sight. Dozens of candles lighted the room, giving it a soft old world look. Looking past them, he spotted the King sized bed already laid out prepared for him. Silken sheets and fat fluffy downy pillows. It was fit for a royal Prince.
He stood waiting beside the bed. Smiling, he gestured Illya towards it.
Illya took another breath then made for the bed.
Lying down, he took a deep breath trying in vague hope that it would calm his nerves.
�Easy Illya. Don�t be afraid.�
The Figure sat down at the edge of the bed and took Illya�s hand into his own. The face looked down at him gently and with great affection. Illya felt consoled and comforted at this momentous time.
�Its just like riding a horse, well not exactly a horse...� He grinned and continued to hold Illya�s hand.
�It�s not going to hurt. I promise.�
Illya smiled lightly and nodded. �I trust you Aristotle.�
�Good, because I won�t hurt you. I will also not be your master and you as my slave. I will be glad to be your teacher and friend but nothing more. I will provide for you and protect you when ever you need. But remember this- you are your own person. You always have been. You will continue to be so. I will have no hold over you that you do not wish.�
Illya looked into his eyes. �We will still have a bond?�
�Yes, that is necessary for your safety from other vampires, but I will keep it at a distance. I will not enter your thoughts unless you wish it. I will teach you how to block me.�
Illya couldn�t resist. �Will you teach me to fly?�
Aristotle chuckled lightly and nodded. �I will.� He vowed.
�Then I�m ready.�
�For the first few days you must drink human blood, but afterwards if you seek bovine blood it will be provided for you.�
�Yes.�
�But that decision is yours to make.�
Illya agreed. �Thank you Aristotle.�
�Now close your eyes.� Illya closed them and waited.
***
Hours passed. Many of the visitors had come and gone after the free drinks. All that remained were the Ancients, Janette, and Napoleon.
�How much longer?� Napoleon stared up at the staircase. Dread was beginning to take over and he was just about ready to run up the stairs and to hell with this waiting crap.
�Patience.� replied LaCroix. �The process can be over with quickly but at other times it is slow. It cannot be rushed. One mistake and...� He stopped and now LaCroix felt the worry starting to take root inside of him.
Waverly tried to change the subject and divert the others.
�The council has appointed me in the new open position. I have decided to take it. UNCLE will need a new Head operative. It will take a few months but...I see by the end of the year...Napoleon you will be head of UNCLE in New York.�
Napoleon heard but didn�t take his eyes off of the staircase.
�The council I hear is also making changes. New rules that are to be obeyed.� grinned Janette. �No more are the young ones to be mistreated...Any transgressions of this and the Master vampire of the fledgling will be dealt with harshly.�
LaCroix grimaced while Nicholas grinned widely. LaCroix shot his beloved son a narrowed look, which quickly wiped the smile from his face.
�Changes, it has been long over due,� Replied Janette. No one disagreed with her.
***
A noise on the stairs caused them to turn to see Aristotle coming down towards them. His face held no emotion. Reaching Janette, he ignored all of their stares and asked for another drink. This time he asked for human blood. He shrugged at them.
�It takes a great deal out of you. Just for tonight.�
Then seeing Napoleon�s worried face, he smiled and waved to the stairs.
�He is waiting. Go on!�
Without further words Napoleon practically ran up the stairs.
LaCroix waited as Aristotle finished his drink, then once he was done, he asked.
�Well?�
�Well...LaCroix...Waverly. Nicholas is not going to be the only special one around.�
He grinned at their faces and Aristotle chuckled. �Yes, he came back whole. Twice in one millennium.... extraordinary, truly extradinary.�
***
Epilog
There was no movement as Napoleon entered the candle-lit room. Pausing for a moment, he made his way to the bed where the figure lay unmoving. Looking down, Napoleon saw Illya looked no different than he had in life. He still looked angelic and golden to his eyes.
�Illya?�
The sound of his name caused Illya�s eyes to open. They flashed gold, then slowly faded to his crystal blue eyes. He stared up at the man he loved and smiled.
*Napasha*
Napoleon heard the voice inside his head and the question if he would still have a bond with Illya was answered. The bond they shared was still there. In fact, it was even stronger then before. Napoleon could feel it throbbing and pulsing around him.
�Are you ok?�
�Yes. Different, but fine.�
Sitting down on the bed, Napoleon reached for Illya�s face, touching him with soft caresses.
�Hungry?�
�Yes, but not for blood. Aristotle already fed me...No, what I thirst for is something else.� Illya reached up and touched Napoleon�s cheek.
�I have made love to mortals, I have been made love to by two vampires as a mortal and now...now I can�t wait to see what it will be like...to love as a vampire to another vampire. Aristotle said it will be even more intense. Make love to me Napoleon.�
Napoleon bent down, pressing his lips against Illya�s. After a moment Napoleon broke the kiss and then came down with a hunger of his own.
They shed the last of their clothing, and in moments flesh touched flesh. Illya�s hands caressed Napoleon�s back with his fingernails slowly gliding up and around in circles. His fangs started to drop and once again his eyes changed from blue to gold.
Napoleon�s own eyes flashed in return and his arms wrapped tightly around Illya�s waist and back.
Their cocks brushed against each other and both were hard and fully erect. Spreading his legs, Illya broke the mouthed kiss and took to kissing and tonguing Napoleon�s throat. In return Napoleon was kissing Illya�s shoulder and collarbone, marking his territory.
Spreading his legs wide, Illya tightened his grip around Napoleon and half cooed and half growled.
�Napasha, please.�
Intense with need, Napoleon paused long enough to see Illya�s urges. Wanting to complete the circle, he shook his head. �What no foreplay? I need to prepare you first.�
Illya only growled louder in annoyance. �I am no longer mortal, stop worrying about hurting me...� He then grinned and took a gentle nip at his throat where a drop of blood started to slide down his neck. Illya quickly licked it. �Besides, I already prepared my self.�
Sure enough as Napoleon�s hand reached down to check he felt the slick wetness at the entrance of Illya�s anus.
Without further hesitation, Napoleon entered his cock deep into the tight channel with one sweep. His cock slammed deep into the hole and did not stop until he was fully sheathed. It was so tight and so hot that Napoleon thought for sure he would come just at this one thrust.
Illya cried out, but not in pain. His cock softened only for a moment before it returned to its full hard length. Wrapping his legs tightly around Napoleon�s waist he began the thrusting at a hard but slow pace. Not needing any further coaxing Napoleon in turn slowly pulled completely out only to fully slam back deep into the tunnel. He loved the first part of entering Illya. To feel the muscles resist the invasion and then suddenly open allowing itself to be conquered.
The sparks flew into Illya�s eyes, as he felt the full hard throbbing cock slam deep inside of him only to pull out completely and then slam hard back into him. Illya felt himself being drawn upwards. It was in fact the truth, They both had lifted up off the bed and now were floating in a tight lover�s embrace five feet above the bed.
Illya hung his head back with his eyes and mouth open loving the exquisite pleasure and pain that was pulsating in his veins. The thrusting was incredible, burning him and setting him on fire. He couldn�t even begin to express how wonderful the friction inside tingling along his nerves and sensitive muscles felt. The briefest touch sent him into spasms. Helpless in the throes of passion, Illya allowed himself to surrender to the conquest of his body.
He cried out suddenly when the fullness in his anus emptied, only for Napoleon to turn Illya around and enter him from behind. Illya cried out again as the cock found that most wonderful special spot and Illya thought for sure he would come to full climax. Free now, Napoleon used one hand to hold Illya in place while the other hand reached behind and took Illya�s cock into his fisted palm. Clutching it tight, Napoleon added his thrusts together in timed motion.
Illya clawed in the air, his head moving back and forth as the pleasure increased. It was indeed a feeling he had never known before not ever. No mortal could, not without dying in the process.
�Ah! Ohhhh! Napasha!�
The needs of both were growing and Illya wanted more! Pushing up, Napoleon felt the ceiling connect to his back. Illya growled in pleasure and started a frenzied pace of thrusting back into Napoleon. Napoleon only thrust down in return with his hand moving faster against Illya�s cock. The slapping of flesh could be heard and was gradually getting louder.
Trying desperately to grab onto something Illya finally snatched up Napoleon�s arm that was fisting his hard blood red cock.
�Faster Napasha, harder.�
The frenzy picked up its pace and the room was filled with the sounds of animal growls and moans of pleasure.
The climax shortly followed, with it came several long orgasms. Just as one finished another would take its place and Illya and Napoleon found themselves lost in the throes of Vampire love making. In the process, Napoleon gave way to his own beastly needs and bit deep into Illya�s neck, drinking his fill. The circle completed itself when Illya snatched Napoleon�s arm into his hands and bit deep into his wrist. The sounds of sucking filled the room.
They fed off each other for several minutes lost in waves of orgasms that kept coming in full force. But finally the sensations started to fade and the two immortals slowly landed gently on the bed.
Locked still in a tight embrace Illya took several long swallows before he could find his voice and grinned into Napoleon�s brown eyes.
�Oh yes, we will have to do that again...�
Grinning, Napoleon started to move his position underneath Illya and nodded.
�Yes, only this time...I get to be on bottom.�
Illya growled seductively. �Napasha!�
The night wore on but the candles still burned.
***
Downstairs, LaCroix noticed that Aristotle had lost sight of their poker game. He looked at the scholar, rather annoyed.
�Are you going to call or just continue to stare at the wall? Aristotle...are you all right?�
If LaCroix didn�t know any better he could have sworn Aristotle was blushing.
�Yes, just remind me the first lesson for my fledgling is blocking the bond. By the way...Do you have a cigarette?�
THE END!