Chapter 2
The next night . . .
He was back in the steel cage. <How did I get here? Why am I here?> The memories of the past were too fresh, too raw.
"Nooooo, this can't be happening!" Nicholas screamed, still asleep, as he began to struggle against the feelings this nightmare was triggering. The vampire in him started to surface in response to his fear.
In the grip of this strong nightmare, Nicholas's rising terror arced across the connection to LaCroix, who was just coming in from a most satisfying hunt. With the link taut with fear, LaCroix flew upstairs to try and calm his son. Since Nicholas's escape, he'd been bombarded by vivid nightmares that left him badly shaken. LaCroix carefully held him down while trying to calm the escalating fear in Nick's mind.
After giving a heart-rending scream, he bolted awake, trembling and panting heavily. "It's just a dream, Nicholas. It will be all right." LaCroix murmured. Sitting on the bed, he pulled Nicholas into his arms, gently stroking his bare shoulder.
As the dream slowly faded away, Nicholas felt another need growing within him. Turning in his master's grasp, he started to unbutton LaCroix's shirt.
"Nicholas, what are you doing?"
"I'm unbuttoning your shirt."
"And why are you doing this?" LaCroix asked with a light smile on his full lips.
"Because," he softly answered, kissing LaCroix's chest, "I can't *kiss* touch *lick* your skin *kiss* with the shirt on *kiss*." He needed to feel LaCroix's love, his possessiveness, which under any other circumstance would have been smothering.
He nibbled one of LaCroix's nipples with his mouth. LaCroix leaned his head back and closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensations his child was causing. Releasing one nipple, Nicholas ran his tongue across the ancient's chest to the other one. Slowly moving his tongue around the nipple a few times, he lightly pinched it with his teeth. <Oh, the young devil!,> LaCroix mused as he moaned softly. <He does know how to pleasure me like no other!> LaCroix began to run his long fingers through the wavy blond hair.
As Nicholas worked his way down the pale, muscled chest, he slowly reached around his master's back and pulled the tucked shirt off. Placing his hands on LaCroix's hips, he licked and nibbled his way down to the navel.
Glancing up to see how LaCroix was handling his ministrations, Nicholas noticed the icy blue eyes were partially closed and his master was slowly running his tongue along his lips. Nicholas felt strong hands grasp his shoulders, as if to prevent him from retreating.
Nicholas unfastened LaCroix's belt and pants so that he could slide them down. Gently pushing his master flat on the bed, he tugged the offending clothes off the pale body with an assist from LaCroix and let them fall to the floor.
"Come here Nicholas," LaCroix whispered softly, gathering his son into his arms and kissing him deeply. They explored each others' mouths with their tongues. Nicholas pulled back, panting, as his canines started to ache from the heavy petting and kissing.
After being pulled down for another long, sensual kiss, Nicholas felt the hunger burning in his mind and body, causing his fangs to drop and his eyes to burn gold with desire and need. The hunger!
Since Nicholas refused to hunt and their supply of bottled blood wasn't established yet, LaCroix had to feed him. <Aahhh, but the side effects are glorious!> LaCroix thought smiling. He still had to be careful because of his child's depleted condition, but the enjoyment was just as intense.
Pulling Nicholas back into an embrace, he encouraged his son with another long kiss. LaCroix felt Nick's canines with his tongue, as well as the hot red haze of the hunger that was trying to overwhelm him through the link. His child growled deep in his throat as he broke the contact again. He licked along LaCroix's jaw down to the alabaster white neck. LaCroix turned his head a little to expose his throat and Nicholas pounced, sinking his fangs into the cool smooth neck, pulling the rich healing blood into his mouth.
The sensations that flowed back and forth between them caused LaCroix to groan in excitement. He stroked his hands down Nicholas's sides, feeling the ribs through the skin. <Nicholas still needs fattening up, so bovine is definitely out for a while!> LaCroix thought.
LaCroix's hands continued to stroke up and down Nick's body, reveling in the feel of his son. His happiness at this turn of events was only slightly lessened by the circumstances that had brought them together once again.
Nicholas's feeding slowed, then he finally pulled away with a sigh. Leaning back and smiling lightly at LaCroix, he teased, "Is there anything I can do for you, LaCroix?"
"You know what would please me, Nicholas."
"Well, I think something can be arranged," Nicholas whispered just before he lightly kissed LaCroix again. He laid back on the bed, smiling faintly at his master. LaCroix rolled over onto his side and resting his head on his bent arm, grasped the rock hard shaft that was demonstrating his child's sexual need. Now that the feeding was behind them, LaCroix could fully enjoy himself. He knew his own penis was straining to reach the tight circle of muscles in Nicholas's buttocks.
LaCroix stroked the long, hard shaft and cupped the tight scrotum gently for a few moments. Moving closer until he was laying with his hip and legs brushing against Nick's, he leaned on his elbow, and started tracing light patterns over his son's chest. While continuing the light feather touches, he leaned down to the lean chest and flicked his tongue over the left nipple, feeling it harden at the attention. Noticing his son shiver from the touch, LaCroix reached over Nicholas and lightly played with the other nipple with his fingers while his tongue continued to stroke the left one.
Shifting a little, he licked and kissed Nicholas's jaw, causing his son to tilt his head back, exposing his throat. Drawing his tongue down the slender neck, which caused a passionate moan to be released from his son, LaCroix continued down until he was back to the nipples. Nicholas, arching his body into his master's touch, closed his eyes and let LaCroix do what he willed, needing him; trusting him.
LaCroix began to lightly stroke his son's stomach with his fingers, tracing the way down to his groin. Nicholas began to squirm under LaCroix's touch, feeling his need beginning to surge out of the center of his being. LaCroix shifted positions, gaining better access to Nicholas's groin. He began to kiss and stroke the inner thighs, licking all around the straining penis but not touching it. Nicholas groaned again, knowing LaCroix liked to take his time, hoping he had the energy to last until LaCroix was ready to give him his release.
Taking the throbbing penis in his hand, LaCroix licked the head of it, which caused his son to shudder, then tense under him. Pre-come began to ooze down the shaft. Knowing Nicholas's weakened state, LaCroix decided to cut short his playtime. He was ready for the next part of their tryst.
Moving to his knees, LaCroix reached around his son's stomach and helped him turn over. Nicholas positioned himself with his head lying on his forearms as LaCroix stroked his ass and flanks. To ease the penetration, LaCroix inserted first one, then two of his fingers, working them slowly in and out. When he felt Nicholas was ready, he pushed his penis inside, slowly, steadily, until he was in to the hilt. Pulling back, he thrust again, harder, picking up the pace.
LaCroix felt Nicholas's sexual urgency building in the body beneath him, as he felt the climbing tension in his own groin. Placing his left hand on his son's shoulder for balance, he reached his other one around the narrow waist, grasping Nicholas's throbbing shaft and began to stroke in time with his thrusts. As Nick's need spiraled tighter, he arched his back and leaned his head back, exposing his neck. The link between them fairly hummed with the ecstasy that was coming! Laying down on his son's back, LaCroix bit at the joint of Nicholas's neck and shoulder, sinking his fangs smoothly in. Taking only as much blood as was needed to trigger his climax, LaCroix offered his wrist to Nicholas, who promptly sank his fangs in to complete the blood circle between them.
They both groaned together, both feeling so much pleasure it was almost pain. LaCroix felt the thick liquid squirting on his hand as Nicholas felt the spasms of his master's release inside of him.
As his son sank down to the bed, LaCroix's softening cock eased out of his lover's exhausted body and he rolled off to the side, gathering Nicholas into his arms. His son sighed and squirmed into a comfortable position in his master's grasp. He slid into sleep feeling LaCroix's love and strength surrounding him, protecting him from the horrors that threatened to overwhelm him.
After reinforcing the depth of Nicholas's sleep through the link, LaCroix slipped out of the bed and dressed. He stood by the bed listening to the mound of linen that hid his son. <The nightmares that are tormenting Nicholas are not lessening at all! And he is still recoiling from any unexpected touch.> LaCroix frowned. With the sharing of blood, he knew what had been done to Nicholas: the incarceration, the deliberate starvation, and after the Nazis realized that Nick wasn't 'normal', the experiments to find out 'what' he was. When they found out that sunlight and wood could be a weapon against him, his life became a living hell.
Going downstairs, LaCroix began to prepare for the visitor that would be showing up soon. Janette's note had arrived at dusk warning him that an Enforcer would be popping in to question Nick about the 'incident' in France. <I intend to be the one involved, not Nicholas!> LaCroix thought as his lips pulled into a silent snarl. With Nicholas exhausted and deeply asleep, the Enforcer would be forced to deal with him; which was why, aside of the pleasure, he submitted to Nicholas's advances so easily. It was going to be an interesting meeting.
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