Title: Second Son 2/?
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
Disclaimer: The characters belong to James D. Parriot. Again since they are
no longer using them I've decided to take our boys out of the 'closet' and
let them play and be happy. Enjoy.
Summary: Vachon, whether or not he wants too gets in between Nick and his
Father LaCroix and finds he is jealous.of Nick, wanting what the other
vampire does not.a loving, doting Father who would truly want him.even if
it's only by placing himself in the role of substitute.
Note: It has been a long time since I've watched a Forever Knight episode,
but since this is an AU.it shouldn't matter too much. Also.I don't speak,
read, or write French or Spanish.so if any appears here it'll be minimum
and don't flame me if I get it wrong, please.
Rating: R (M/M heavily implied and language)
Pairing: Vachon/LaCroix, Vachon/Nick, Vachon/Nick/LaCroix
Archive: at the Chakotay Forever Archive.
If you wish to post it, please just let me know where. Feedback: Please! Mysticmcknight@hotmail.com
"Second Son"
He'd gone home or what passed for one, his abandoned church, to get changed as soon as the sun set. He was filled with mixed feelings of what occurred this last night and day.Nick leaving him there at the Raven and then his meeting with LaCroix. Once he was upstairs and lit a few candles he noticed a note.from Tracy Vetter, one royal pain in the ass otherwise known as one human resister and could not be made to forget what she discovered.him. She was also Nick's partner, but she didn't know about Nick and the other vampire was content to leave it like that.and so was Javier; it meant less hassle he was sure.
It seemed there was a brutal murder and once again, due to its nature, she wondered if he could help and see if 'his kind' as she so delicately put it, was involved. "I'm not a damn cop, why the hell is she asking me?" he growled and trashed the note. If he ignored her long enough, he was sure she'd leave him alone, for no matter what, he really didn't want to kill her.that was one thing he and Nick had in common. Thinking of Nick also made him angry, for he didn't like being treated like he didn't matter; sure he knew Nick used him as a sexual release toy, but that didn't mean he didn't matter or was trash and tonight he was going to let him know that, no strings didn't mean no respect.
He shifted out of his soiled clothes into another pair of jeans and shirt and got ready to head back out, making note he really needed to either get more clothes or do laundry. He laughed, "Wonder if they have a community cleaner," he smirked to himself. "Or if I could get little miss sunshine to do it," he mused, seeing that perhaps if she was going to persist on bothering him, he could get something out of it.he nodded, liking that idea. He gathered up his laundry and made a note for Tracy, stating that he'd look into it if she'd do his wash, mentioning something about laundry mats and vampires didn't quiet wash.
Pleased with his idea and humor, he headed back to the Raven, but he had to make a stop first, and that was to check on his accounts. No vampire who has lived as long as he did, did so without making money, for that's what it took to suddenly vanish overnight or to travel the way he did; he just didn't care for all the fuss and flash. He once had an accountant that tried to rip him off, but.not anymore; it was in his earlier days, and his partner had proven quiet reliable. Javier dabbled in stocks, trades, gold.particularly gold, as a morbid link to his Incan days when he was a Conquistador. He knew people perceived him as a broke bum, and he was fine with that; the last thing he wanted was to get into a political game, because people saw him as a 'possible' financial power; not his scene.
He stopped at a pay phone and made a call which had an answering machine with a message that gave him the latest update. He took a few notes and placed the pad in his jacket pocket; he'd follow up later. Then he went to an ATM and got some cash to pay for his tab and headed back to the Raven.
Once at the Raven he mingled and did his charm act, which tonight it was, for he didn't feel all fancy foot and care free, no, tonight he actually felt angry, though the more he thought about it, he was unsure if it was totally at Nick or himself for allowing this perception people had of him to be in the first place.
A few hours had passed and he once more was at his usual stool, sipping on some bloodwine, when he felt it.Nick was here. He looked and saw the young golden detective looking rather relaxed. //Well, he should be considering,// he mused. "Twenty," he stated to the bartender.
"I don't know, he's been in an awfully strange mood," the bartender replied, wile wiping a glass, to keep things looking nice, it was not quiet as busy as it had been the other night. "I'm actually going to say not at all."
Vachon shook his head, for a night had not passed in weeks without the two arguing.loudly. "Okay," he said and watched the bartender hit the stopwatch.
Vachon had lost track of time, his eyes scanning the bar, watching his 'child' socializing with the others while working, since she liked working here at the bar. //I should spend more time with her,// he mused and was about to get up and do just that when he was slightly started.Nick sat down next to him.in a good mood.
"What the hell did you say to him?" Nick demanded, but his eyes were far from angry and there was a slight smile on his face.
"Say,' Vachon asked, surprised to see Nick.here.no argument. //Shit,// he thought, for he knew he had lost his bet and would have to pay for his drinks tonight and his additional debt. //Good thing I brought money,// he mused, then focused on Nick. "Say what?"
"To LaCroix, what did you say to him? He told me I had a 'wise' friend, and that he wouldn't interfere anymore. So.again, what did you say?"
"Ah.I just said that if he let you go, you'd both be happier," he stated, a partial lie.
"You said that?" Nick asked, surprised that his young friend would be so bold.
"Well, something like that," Javier went on, not wanting to tell Nick the truth of his jealousy and that he didn't think he was worthy of a doting father. So, in order to change the subject, he focused on what 'he' wanted to speak with Nick about. "Speaking of." he punched Nick in the arm.hard.
"Hey," Nick cried out, "that hurt."
"Good. That's for leaving me here.alone," Vachon growled. "Why did you do that anyway?"
Nick actually looked remorseful, "I didn't plan on it," he stated sincerely. "I was perfectly content to stay snuggled up with you, being it was my night off, when my phone rang.I was called in. I tried to wake you." he grinned, "but you were sleeping like the dead."
Vachon groaned, "Well, you did take a lot out of me," he retorted, achieving a grin and groan from Nick.
Nick than looked remorseful again, "About last night.I'm sorry. I had no right to treat you like that."
"It's alright," Vachon said on automatic, and mentally kicked himself for it, but Nick spoke again before he could.
"No.no it's not. I know we agreed not to have any.strings. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I know how 'I' want to be treated; I don't have to right to treat anyone else any less than with respect. I'm really sorry, Javier," Nick said, reaching up and caressing his lover's face.
All anger drained away at the gentle touch to his face and a smile filled it as a finger traced the outline of his unshaven cheeks. "Alright, I'll forgive you.this time," he said, letting it known that there better not be a next time. He reached out a hand and caressed it up and down Nick's thigh, "Do you have time for a dance?" he asked, his eyes now full of desire for his lover.
"I wish, but I'm working tonight. However, I was wondering if you would let me make things up to you, say, come by my place later tonight," he leered. "If I'm not there use the skylight.LaCroix always does," he chuckled.
"I'll be there," Vachon purred, once more feeling happy and content.
"Good," Nick said and stood up and placed a kiss on his lover's lips.
"Oh, wait," Javier said, gently grabbing Nick's wrist. "Tracy came by my place last night. She wanted me to help with a murder case you're working on.see if 'our kind' were involved."
"It was pretty brutal, but no, I checked that out last night."
"You haven't solved it yet have you?"
Nick saw a sudden concern in his lover's eyes, "No, not yet, why?"
Javier laughed, but had the decency to look a tad guilty. "I left a note for Tracy that if she did my laundry I'd help her out," he smirked.
"You are such a brat," Nick laughs. "Okay, if I can, I'll try not to solve it until you get your laundry done."
"I'd appreciate it; after all, I really 'hate' laundry mats."
Nick shook his head, "Why don't you get a washer/dry hooked up in that place of yours," he asked, wondering why the sexy young vampire was bothering with all this.
"No water or electricity.abandon buildings usually has its requirements of such," Vachon grinned.
"Well, from now on, if you can't get Tracy to do it." he laughed picturing his over eager new partner doing Javier's laundry trying to get out blood stains. "You can use mine."
"Thanks."
"I'd better get going, Captain Reese has little patients for tardiness," he smiled warmly. "I'll see you later tonight.plan to spend the day," he purred.
"I will. Do you mind if I bring some of my own, I don't care for." he let his words trail, he never wanted to disrespect his lover, but he really didn't like animal blood, so as he looked at his lover and noticed from the gleam in his sky blue eyes (or what he recalled as sky blue) he was not, and smiled.
"Not a problem, later," Nick said again and once more laid a kiss on his lover's lips and left.
Feeling once more on top of the world, he turned and paid for a bottle in which he would share with Urs, before making his way to Nick's tonight. He didn't notice the eyes on him as he moved to join his child or the same eyes that watched him for the rest of the evening as he danced on the dance floor, generally happy and feeling free.
************
"Evening, Captain," Nick greeted as he moved to his desk.
"Evening Nick," he greeted on his way back into his office, a look of determination on his face, which told Nick it was going to be a long night and any excuse to get out of the office would be a good thing.
Nick was just sitting down when he noticed his new partner Tracy storming in and from what Nick could tell, muttering to herself. Being a vampire at times had its benefits and focusing on what she was saying was one of them.
"Laundry.laundry, why that arrogant self.." She growled to herself as she then suddenly plopped down into her seat.
"Something wrong?" Nick asked, trying to keep a smirk off his face, for he knew quiet well what was up her craw; Vachon's request of her doing laundry for information.
"Ah.oh, no," she replied, catching herself rant and pulling it together. The last thing she needed was to try and explain why she was angry about being asked to do the laundry of a vampire to her partner. "Bad hair day," he muttered and shifted through the files on her desk. "Anything new on the case from last night?"
Nick allowed her to change the subject and picked up the new file that was on top of his desk marked for him. He opened it and saw it was the update Tracy and he had been waiting for. "Yeah, our John Doe is none other than Roger Wilkenson, last known address." Nick sighed, "Queens New York, USA.great."
"Which means he was most likely a tourist."
"Or on business," Nick finished. "We'll have to check out some of the local hotels, see if he was registered at any of them."
"Well, its something," Tracy muttered, not too thrilled with canvassing hotels all evening on top of the ton of paperwork that still needed to be done. "Forensics come up with anything more?"
"Not yet, but I'll stop by later to double check," he added, then got a delicious idea and turned his chair just enough so Tracy didn't see the smirk on his face. "You know, if I didn't' know better, I would have sworn some rabid.beast got a hold of Wilkenson." He could hear Tracy's head popping up at his words. "I mean, it was.inhuman, what was done," he continued, having just enough peripheral on his partner to see that she was soaking in every word he said. //Good, that should be enough for Vachon to get his laundry done,// he mused, feeling he owed his lover something more than a romantic evening. "I'll get a print out of the hotels," he then stated, dropping the subject and went to get Carmichael to print him out a listing with phone numbers and addresses. He was sure he could narrow the choice down from the shreds of clothing left on the body; the victim was no slouch so fleabag and roach motels would be out...already cutting their job in half.
As he headed out, his thoughts once more turned to his lover, Javier Vachon. Sure he loved Natalie, she was wonderful, but she couldn't give him what he needed.no mortal could and Vachon.he was something special. He knew the young vampire was a wonder and didn't come off as the type that liked to be locked into relationships, but Nick couldn't help but hope that Vachon would stick around for quiet a while.he really liked the young dashing Spaniard. Besides being great in bed and fantastic company, he had an uncanny way of knowing what Nick needed, either in touch or word.//And he has the sexiest eyes ever, not to mention the rest of him,// Nick mused, a small smile appearing as he recalled seeing that body in all its glory the other night.totally beautiful. //Best of all, LaCroix approves too.for some strange reason,// he thought with great pleasure. It had been eons since his father had approved of 'any' of his lovers.outside of Jeannette.and of course himself.
"Hey, watch where you're going," someone said, snapping Nick back to the present, as he almost ran over one of his fellow detectives.
"Sorry, Ted," he apologized and focused on what needed to be done.the sooner he got started the sooner he could spend more time with his lover. //What about Natalie?// his mind asked, always the contrary. //She's slaving away trying to find you a cure and your.doing a vampire.// Nick tried to push aside his thoughts, for work needed his full attention, but suddenly he found it very difficult. //Sure I love Natalie, but I've told her to get her own life, that we couldn't be together. I also never promised her anything much less fidelity or any other commitment outside of friendship,// another part of him replied with a firmness that startled even him. He wanted a relationship with Vachon for as long as the young vampire would have him.and damn it, he was going to have one. With this in mind, Nick got back his focus.he had a job to do and a lover to attend to tonight.
***************
Nice entered his home and immeadiatly sensed there was someone here, and by the dozens of candlelight that now danced around his loft and the scent of sandalwood, he knew who. Nick grinned, as he locked the door and placed his jacket aside, scanning the room for his lover. He noticed a white carnation on the last to bottom step.then on the fourth.and top. "Ah, a trail," he smirked, his arousal immediate as his heart did a double flip at the romantic gesture. //You're supposed to be seducing him,// his mind reminded him, but it was obvious that Vachon had beaten him too it.
Nick secured his home, preparing for the coming sun, and started up, picking up the carnations as he went. He saw the bedroom was done much like the downstairs, though there was soft Spanish music playing in the background and the next carnation led to the bathroom door.no.to the bed, where his robe laid out. //Someone wants me to change,// he mused and quickly got undressed and slipped on his dark silk blue robe and then gathered the other two carnations, a total of five so far and slowly opened the door; the sight..spectacular.
Vachon had kept to his them of candles and sandalwood, even in the bathroom, where Nick's large tub was filled with water, bubbles, and a sexy Spaniard, with a red Carnation between his teeth. Nick smiled from ear to ear and laughed, "You are something," he grinned as he moved to sit on the edge of the tub and took the carnation and gave a deep kiss in its place. "I was supposed to making things up to you," he replied, tracing Vachon's cheek with the red carnation, noting the now black eyes staring up at him with desire and something that could be love.Nick hoped it was.
"Well, I had a bit of time on my hands," he chuckled; taking in the joy his little surprise gave his lover. "Besides, you can make it up to me.again, another night," he teased. "In the mean time, get in here and let me scrub your back," Javier stated, trying to pull Nick in the tub with him.
Nick was able to keep his balance, "No," he laughed back. "I'm going to scrub 'your' back, after I put these in water and get us something to drink. Did you bring anything?"
"Already by the nightstand, as yours is by your nightstand," Vachon replied easily, once more trying to grab his lover but missing.
Inside Nick was pleased that Vachon had 'chosen' a side, it gave hope to a longer term to their relationship. "Shouldn't they be in here?" he asked, seeing that Vachon had anticipated the need for a vase, for one was already there on the bathroom counter, with more white carnations in them."
"Well, they could be, but I didn't know how much mess you wanted to clean up in here," he teased, while his eyes undressed his lover further.
Nick shook his head as he placed the flowers in the vase, "Why carnations, not roses," he asked out of curiosity.
"Roses are so overdone," Vachon quipped.
"Ah," Nick replied as he released and dropped his robe, "couldn't get any," he teased as he moved to slid in behind his lover, feeling the warmth of the water and the now much warmer strong slim body.
Vachon laughed hardily, "The down part of dating a cop," he chuckled, "they can see right through you," he replied as he snuggled back into strong arm that made him feel so welcomed and so cherished.
Nick didn't know if Javier was kidding of if it was a fact about not being able to get the roses, and it really didn't matter, the thought did. He placed a soft kiss on his lover's temple. "There are benefits too you know," he purred.
"Oh, and what's that?" Vachon leered up at his lover.
"We learn how to do a thorough body search," he remarked, his own eyes black with desire too; it wouldn't be long before they turned gold.then red, for Vachon excited him in ways no other had in a very.very long time.
"Hmmm, I believe you'll have to prove that point, Detective, for I am inclined not to believe you," Vachon purred right back.
"It would be my pleasure to make a believer out of you," Nick growled, and shifted his lover on his lap and kissed him senseless. He planned on making his point over and over again.when the phone rang. He stopped for only a moment.it was his home phone. He looked at his lover and saw that Vachon was trying to be acceptable to the situation but, //I'm supposed to be making things up to him, not leaving him again,// he thought and then grinned back at his lover, "Let the answering machine get it," he rasped in a low husky voice, and proceeded to make his lover bask in his touch.the rest of the world now consisted of him, his lover and a bathtub.
****End of Part Two****
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"Second Son"
He'd gone home or what passed for one, his abandoned church, to get changed as soon as the sun set. He was filled with mixed feelings of what occurred this last night and day.Nick leaving him there at the Raven and then his meeting with LaCroix. Once he was upstairs and lit a few candles he noticed a note.from Tracy Vetter, one royal pain in the ass otherwise known as one human resister and could not be made to forget what she discovered.him. She was also Nick's partner, but she didn't know about Nick and the other vampire was content to leave it like that.and so was Javier; it meant less hassle he was sure.
It seemed there was a brutal murder and once again, due to its nature, she wondered if he could help and see if 'his kind' as she so delicately put it, was involved. "I'm not a damn cop, why the hell is she asking me?" he growled and trashed the note. If he ignored her long enough, he was sure she'd leave him alone, for no matter what, he really didn't want to kill her.that was one thing he and Nick had in common. Thinking of Nick also made him angry, for he didn't like being treated like he didn't matter; sure he knew Nick used him as a sexual release toy, but that didn't mean he didn't matter or was trash and tonight he was going to let him know that, no strings didn't mean no respect.
He shifted out of his soiled clothes into another pair of jeans and shirt and got ready to head back out, making note he really needed to either get more clothes or do laundry. He laughed, "Wonder if they have a community cleaner," he smirked to himself. "Or if I could get little miss sunshine to do it," he mused, seeing that perhaps if she was going to persist on bothering him, he could get something out of it.he nodded, liking that idea. He gathered up his laundry and made a note for Tracy, stating that he'd look into it if she'd do his wash, mentioning something about laundry mats and vampires didn't quiet wash.
Pleased with his idea and humor, he headed back to the Raven, but he had to make a stop first, and that was to check on his accounts. No vampire who has lived as long as he did, did so without making money, for that's what it took to suddenly vanish overnight or to travel the way he did; he just didn't care for all the fuss and flash. He once had an accountant that tried to rip him off, but.not anymore; it was in his earlier days, and his partner had proven quiet reliable. Javier dabbled in stocks, trades, gold.particularly gold, as a morbid link to his Incan days when he was a Conquistador. He knew people perceived him as a broke bum, and he was fine with that; the last thing he wanted was to get into a political game, because people saw him as a 'possible' financial power; not his scene.
He stopped at a pay phone and made a call which had an answering machine with a message that gave him the latest update. He took a few notes and placed the pad in his jacket pocket; he'd follow up later. Then he went to an ATM and got some cash to pay for his tab and headed back to the Raven.
Once at the Raven he mingled and did his charm act, which tonight it was, for he didn't feel all fancy foot and care free, no, tonight he actually felt angry, though the more he thought about it, he was unsure if it was totally at Nick or himself for allowing this perception people had of him to be in the first place.
A few hours had passed and he once more was at his usual stool, sipping on some bloodwine, when he felt it.Nick was here. He looked and saw the young golden detective looking rather relaxed. //Well, he should be considering,// he mused. "Twenty," he stated to the bartender.
"I don't know, he's been in an awfully strange mood," the bartender replied, wile wiping a glass, to keep things looking nice, it was not quiet as busy as it had been the other night. "I'm actually going to say not at all."
Vachon shook his head, for a night had not passed in weeks without the two arguing.loudly. "Okay," he said and watched the bartender hit the stopwatch.
Vachon had lost track of time, his eyes scanning the bar, watching his 'child' socializing with the others while working, since she liked working here at the bar. //I should spend more time with her,// he mused and was about to get up and do just that when he was slightly started.Nick sat down next to him.in a good mood.
"What the hell did you say to him?" Nick demanded, but his eyes were far from angry and there was a slight smile on his face.
"Say,' Vachon asked, surprised to see Nick.here.no argument. //Shit,// he thought, for he knew he had lost his bet and would have to pay for his drinks tonight and his additional debt. //Good thing I brought money,// he mused, then focused on Nick. "Say what?"
"To LaCroix, what did you say to him? He told me I had a 'wise' friend, and that he wouldn't interfere anymore. So.again, what did you say?"
"Ah.I just said that if he let you go, you'd both be happier," he stated, a partial lie.
"You said that?" Nick asked, surprised that his young friend would be so bold.
"Well, something like that," Javier went on, not wanting to tell Nick the truth of his jealousy and that he didn't think he was worthy of a doting father. So, in order to change the subject, he focused on what 'he' wanted to speak with Nick about. "Speaking of." he punched Nick in the arm.hard.
"Hey," Nick cried out, "that hurt."
"Good. That's for leaving me here.alone," Vachon growled. "Why did you do that anyway?"
Nick actually looked remorseful, "I didn't plan on it," he stated sincerely. "I was perfectly content to stay snuggled up with you, being it was my night off, when my phone rang.I was called in. I tried to wake you." he grinned, "but you were sleeping like the dead."
Vachon groaned, "Well, you did take a lot out of me," he retorted, achieving a grin and groan from Nick.
Nick than looked remorseful again, "About last night.I'm sorry. I had no right to treat you like that."
"It's alright," Vachon said on automatic, and mentally kicked himself for it, but Nick spoke again before he could.
"No.no it's not. I know we agreed not to have any.strings. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I know how 'I' want to be treated; I don't have to right to treat anyone else any less than with respect. I'm really sorry, Javier," Nick said, reaching up and caressing his lover's face.
All anger drained away at the gentle touch to his face and a smile filled it as a finger traced the outline of his unshaven cheeks. "Alright, I'll forgive you.this time," he said, letting it known that there better not be a next time. He reached out a hand and caressed it up and down Nick's thigh, "Do you have time for a dance?" he asked, his eyes now full of desire for his lover.
"I wish, but I'm working tonight. However, I was wondering if you would let me make things up to you, say, come by my place later tonight," he leered. "If I'm not there use the skylight.LaCroix always does," he chuckled.
"I'll be there," Vachon purred, once more feeling happy and content.
"Good," Nick said and stood up and placed a kiss on his lover's lips.
"Oh, wait," Javier said, gently grabbing Nick's wrist. "Tracy came by my place last night. She wanted me to help with a murder case you're working on.see if 'our kind' were involved."
"It was pretty brutal, but no, I checked that out last night."
"You haven't solved it yet have you?"
Nick saw a sudden concern in his lover's eyes, "No, not yet, why?"
Javier laughed, but had the decency to look a tad guilty. "I left a note for Tracy that if she did my laundry I'd help her out," he smirked.
"You are such a brat," Nick laughs. "Okay, if I can, I'll try not to solve it until you get your laundry done."
"I'd appreciate it; after all, I really 'hate' laundry mats."
Nick shook his head, "Why don't you get a washer/dry hooked up in that place of yours," he asked, wondering why the sexy young vampire was bothering with all this.
"No water or electricity.abandon buildings usually has its requirements of such," Vachon grinned.
"Well, from now on, if you can't get Tracy to do it." he laughed picturing his over eager new partner doing Javier's laundry trying to get out blood stains. "You can use mine."
"Thanks."
"I'd better get going, Captain Reese has little patients for tardiness," he smiled warmly. "I'll see you later tonight.plan to spend the day," he purred.
"I will. Do you mind if I bring some of my own, I don't care for." he let his words trail, he never wanted to disrespect his lover, but he really didn't like animal blood, so as he looked at his lover and noticed from the gleam in his sky blue eyes (or what he recalled as sky blue) he was not, and smiled.
"Not a problem, later," Nick said again and once more laid a kiss on his lover's lips and left.
Feeling once more on top of the world, he turned and paid for a bottle in which he would share with Urs, before making his way to Nick's tonight. He didn't notice the eyes on him as he moved to join his child or the same eyes that watched him for the rest of the evening as he danced on the dance floor, generally happy and feeling free.
************
"Evening, Captain," Nick greeted as he moved to his desk.
"Evening Nick," he greeted on his way back into his office, a look of determination on his face, which told Nick it was going to be a long night and any excuse to get out of the office would be a good thing.
Nick was just sitting down when he noticed his new partner Tracy storming in and from what Nick could tell, muttering to herself. Being a vampire at times had its benefits and focusing on what she was saying was one of them.
"Laundry.laundry, why that arrogant self.." She growled to herself as she then suddenly plopped down into her seat.
"Something wrong?" Nick asked, trying to keep a smirk off his face, for he knew quiet well what was up her craw; Vachon's request of her doing laundry for information.
"Ah.oh, no," she replied, catching herself rant and pulling it together. The last thing she needed was to try and explain why she was angry about being asked to do the laundry of a vampire to her partner. "Bad hair day," he muttered and shifted through the files on her desk. "Anything new on the case from last night?"
Nick allowed her to change the subject and picked up the new file that was on top of his desk marked for him. He opened it and saw it was the update Tracy and he had been waiting for. "Yeah, our John Doe is none other than Roger Wilkenson, last known address." Nick sighed, "Queens New York, USA.great."
"Which means he was most likely a tourist."
"Or on business," Nick finished. "We'll have to check out some of the local hotels, see if he was registered at any of them."
"Well, its something," Tracy muttered, not too thrilled with canvassing hotels all evening on top of the ton of paperwork that still needed to be done. "Forensics come up with anything more?"
"Not yet, but I'll stop by later to double check," he added, then got a delicious idea and turned his chair just enough so Tracy didn't see the smirk on his face. "You know, if I didn't' know better, I would have sworn some rabid.beast got a hold of Wilkenson." He could hear Tracy's head popping up at his words. "I mean, it was.inhuman, what was done," he continued, having just enough peripheral on his partner to see that she was soaking in every word he said. //Good, that should be enough for Vachon to get his laundry done,// he mused, feeling he owed his lover something more than a romantic evening. "I'll get a print out of the hotels," he then stated, dropping the subject and went to get Carmichael to print him out a listing with phone numbers and addresses. He was sure he could narrow the choice down from the shreds of clothing left on the body; the victim was no slouch so fleabag and roach motels would be out...already cutting their job in half.
As he headed out, his thoughts once more turned to his lover, Javier Vachon. Sure he loved Natalie, she was wonderful, but she couldn't give him what he needed.no mortal could and Vachon.he was something special. He knew the young vampire was a wonder and didn't come off as the type that liked to be locked into relationships, but Nick couldn't help but hope that Vachon would stick around for quiet a while.he really liked the young dashing Spaniard. Besides being great in bed and fantastic company, he had an uncanny way of knowing what Nick needed, either in touch or word.//And he has the sexiest eyes ever, not to mention the rest of him,// Nick mused, a small smile appearing as he recalled seeing that body in all its glory the other night.totally beautiful. //Best of all, LaCroix approves too.for some strange reason,// he thought with great pleasure. It had been eons since his father had approved of 'any' of his lovers.outside of Jeannette.and of course himself.
"Hey, watch where you're going," someone said, snapping Nick back to the present, as he almost ran over one of his fellow detectives.
"Sorry, Ted," he apologized and focused on what needed to be done.the sooner he got started the sooner he could spend more time with his lover. //What about Natalie?// his mind asked, always the contrary. //She's slaving away trying to find you a cure and your.doing a vampire.// Nick tried to push aside his thoughts, for work needed his full attention, but suddenly he found it very difficult. //Sure I love Natalie, but I've told her to get her own life, that we couldn't be together. I also never promised her anything much less fidelity or any other commitment outside of friendship,// another part of him replied with a firmness that startled even him. He wanted a relationship with Vachon for as long as the young vampire would have him.and damn it, he was going to have one. With this in mind, Nick got back his focus.he had a job to do and a lover to attend to tonight.
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Nice entered his home and immeadiatly sensed there was someone here, and by the dozens of candlelight that now danced around his loft and the scent of sandalwood, he knew who. Nick grinned, as he locked the door and placed his jacket aside, scanning the room for his lover. He noticed a white carnation on the last to bottom step.then on the fourth.and top. "Ah, a trail," he smirked, his arousal immediate as his heart did a double flip at the romantic gesture. //You're supposed to be seducing him,// his mind reminded him, but it was obvious that Vachon had beaten him too it.
Nick secured his home, preparing for the coming sun, and started up, picking up the carnations as he went. He saw the bedroom was done much like the downstairs, though there was soft Spanish music playing in the background and the next carnation led to the bathroom door.no.to the bed, where his robe laid out. //Someone wants me to change,// he mused and quickly got undressed and slipped on his dark silk blue robe and then gathered the other two carnations, a total of five so far and slowly opened the door; the sight..spectacular.
Vachon had kept to his them of candles and sandalwood, even in the bathroom, where Nick's large tub was filled with water, bubbles, and a sexy Spaniard, with a red Carnation between his teeth. Nick smiled from ear to ear and laughed, "You are something," he grinned as he moved to sit on the edge of the tub and took the carnation and gave a deep kiss in its place. "I was supposed to making things up to you," he replied, tracing Vachon's cheek with the red carnation, noting the now black eyes staring up at him with desire and something that could be love.Nick hoped it was.
"Well, I had a bit of time on my hands," he chuckled; taking in the joy his little surprise gave his lover. "Besides, you can make it up to me.again, another night," he teased. "In the mean time, get in here and let me scrub your back," Javier stated, trying to pull Nick in the tub with him.
Nick was able to keep his balance, "No," he laughed back. "I'm going to scrub 'your' back, after I put these in water and get us something to drink. Did you bring anything?"
"Already by the nightstand, as yours is by your nightstand," Vachon replied easily, once more trying to grab his lover but missing.
Inside Nick was pleased that Vachon had 'chosen' a side, it gave hope to a longer term to their relationship. "Shouldn't they be in here?" he asked, seeing that Vachon had anticipated the need for a vase, for one was already there on the bathroom counter, with more white carnations in them."
"Well, they could be, but I didn't know how much mess you wanted to clean up in here," he teased, while his eyes undressed his lover further.
Nick shook his head as he placed the flowers in the vase, "Why carnations, not roses," he asked out of curiosity.
"Roses are so overdone," Vachon quipped.
"Ah," Nick replied as he released and dropped his robe, "couldn't get any," he teased as he moved to slid in behind his lover, feeling the warmth of the water and the now much warmer strong slim body.
Vachon laughed hardily, "The down part of dating a cop," he chuckled, "they can see right through you," he replied as he snuggled back into strong arm that made him feel so welcomed and so cherished.
Nick didn't know if Javier was kidding of if it was a fact about not being able to get the roses, and it really didn't matter, the thought did. He placed a soft kiss on his lover's temple. "There are benefits too you know," he purred.
"Oh, and what's that?" Vachon leered up at his lover.
"We learn how to do a thorough body search," he remarked, his own eyes black with desire too; it wouldn't be long before they turned gold.then red, for Vachon excited him in ways no other had in a very.very long time.
"Hmmm, I believe you'll have to prove that point, Detective, for I am inclined not to believe you," Vachon purred right back.
"It would be my pleasure to make a believer out of you," Nick growled, and shifted his lover on his lap and kissed him senseless. He planned on making his point over and over again.when the phone rang. He stopped for only a moment.it was his home phone. He looked at his lover and saw that Vachon was trying to be acceptable to the situation but, //I'm supposed to be making things up to him, not leaving him again,// he thought and then grinned back at his lover, "Let the answering machine get it," he rasped in a low husky voice, and proceeded to make his lover bask in his touch.the rest of the world now consisted of him, his lover and a bathtub.
****End of Part Two****