Title: Second Son 3/?
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"
Nick came storming into his loft, slamming the thick door behind him and tossing his jacket that had a few tears in it, onto the couch. He marched to the kitchen where he quickly proceeded to open the refrigerator and grab a green bottle of bloodwine and gulped it down.
"Are you alright?" a softer gentle voice asked from the archway.
Nick was aware that Vachon was there so wasn't started. "Define alright," Nick grumbled and took another gulp of bloodwine. "If you mean and I physically alright, yes. Do you mean and I going to rip LaCroix a new one.oh yeah, I'm really fine," Nick snarled, though he didn't direct his anger toward his lover.
Vachon new that Nick would talk when he was ready and sensed that Nick would be speaking very soon, but needed to calm down or he would lose controle, and Javier knew that in the long run, it made Nick more upset to lose control than anything else today; so he changed the subject. "I hope you don't mind, I borrowed some of your laundry soap, I wasn't able to find that brand at any of the stores in my neighborhood," he commented.
Nick blinked at him, feeling for sure the Vachon would have pushed him to talk like others would have, //Javier isn't like the others,// Nick recalled and it helped him to calm down as did the warm gentle smile of his lover. "Tracy refusing to do your laundry anymore?" Nick replied, knowing that his partner had become 'wise' to Vachon's little trick over the past month and half.
"Oh, she did my laundry last week," Vachon said, as he slowly turned back from the kitchen to head to the stairwell down to the laundry room.
"She did?" Nick question, for he was sure the woman had had enough of Vachon not 'coming through' for her, even if all the cases she asked about really didn't have a vampire involved.
"Yep, she did," Javier quipped as he took the four short steps into the room and began once more the process of sorting clothes. He then held up a pare of boxer short which look stiff as a board and showed them to Nick. "She also added a ton of starch," he deadpanned.
Nick lost it, but in a good way, as he busted up laughing. Javier always made him feel better, this was no exception. "She starched your underwear.that is so cold. I didn't know she had it in her," Nick laughed, wiping the blood tears from his cheeks.
"Well, it turns out that little miss 'button' and sunshine is not as squeaky clean one thought," Vachon grumbled slightly, still a bit angry that Tracy did this to 'all' his underwear and his jeans. Thankfully he didn't have a problem wearing the same thing for more than one day and had left some cloths at Nicks.
"Button?"
"Oh yes, it turns out that 'button' was a nickname given to her and she absolutely 'hates it'," Vachon chuckled darkly, his revenge already in the works for the blond woman detective.
"Oh, Vachon," Nick sighed, letting go of some tension as he moved up behind his lover and hugged him tightly. Nick nuzzed his lover's neck and held him in his arms, filling himself with his lover's scent and being; Vachon was good for him, and he was falling deeper and deeper in love with the beautiful Spaniard.
Vachon shivered in his lover's arms, fully enjoying the moment and the taste of domestic tranquility and quality this moment filled him with. He wanted it to last, he wanted to be with Nick like this for a long time; he couldn't say forever, for that word took on new meaning to vampires.as did the rest of time. He wanted to build something with Nick, something more than a few moments here and there.he just didn't know what, so settled for the moments and treasured them as he did his Nicholas. He loved Nick, wanted to be with him as long as he possibly could, but he also knew that Nick would never be 'fully' his even half, since Nick truly belonged to LaCroix; he was no fool.he would have to learn to share or leave.he was learning to share very nicely he felt.
He gave a tiny sigh and turned and gently place a kiss on his lover's forehead. "Let me get this done or I'll nothing to wear." he chuckled lightly, seeing the playful look in his lover's eyes.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Nick grinned.
"Well, I may be free spirited, but I do draw the line at flashing my wears as it were to the world, so," he gave Nick a slight slap on the arm, "I'll be up in a few minutes. Have my clothes have to be seriously soaked to get the starch to loosen up and then washed heavily."
"Alright, I'm going to grab a quick shower before you use all my hot water," Nick said in between a few quick kisses and left his lover to his work.
Nick relaxed in the shower and dressed in his silk robe and headed downstairs where he heard the soft music playing before he saw his lover relaxing on the sofa reading, glass of bloodwine in his hand, the dark brownishred bottle on the table, so to distinguish one brand from another. He looked to see that there by the 'bar' was his green bottle and a glass already waiting for him. "Thank you," he smiled, taking the drink and sipping it slowly.
"No problem," Vachon told him and then lowered the magazine, "So, are you going to tell my what pissed you off tonight or are we going to play twenty questions?" he grinned, trying to keep it light, but he could still sense some anger coming from his lover, regardless of how relaxed he appeared at present.
"I'm more than sure you could guess really," Nick told him, as he sat on the arm of his sofa.
"Hmm, that means only one thing." Vachon said in a mock seriousness as he sat up. Then he let go of the mocker and sighed, "What did LaCroix do this time?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know, but also wondering if Nick overreacted as usual, when it came to his Father.
"Long story short, he interfered.again," Nick slightly growled.
"Nick, he hasn't butted into your life for almost two months.you have to admit, for him, that's a record," he teased lightly; it only had a minimal effect on his love. "Okay, what happened.a bit longer version if you please."
"I was investigating a series of homeless homicides down on the east end, when I sensed a rather large group of our kind. I went to investigate it, for it seemed rather odd."
"What was odd about it?" Vachon inquired, since this was Toronto and with the Raven, and LaCroix, it was becoming a Vamp town.
"I wasn't sure at first," Nick replied, but I soon discovered they were a bunch of fledglings.created by another fledgling; a gang member who brought his 'friends' over."
"Uh oh, that's a big no-no in the community," Vachon whistled at the younger vampires' stupidity.
"Tell me about it. I went to have a talk with them.and they tried to jump me," Nick growled with slight astonishment. "Arrogant little pricks."
"How many was there," Vachon asked, his eyes drawing closer in concern.
"Eight.but they were very young, I could have handled them well enough, and I was, but suddenly LaCroix shows up and." Nick gets up from the sofa and paces his anger out on the floor.
"So, in essence, he 'helped' you take on 'eight' vampires, and you're pissed at him for helping," Javier stated, his voice a bit guarded, his eyes a bit distant as he gathered her glass and tried to remain neutral, where inside he felt very different.
"I could have handled them.alone. They were barely fledgling," Nick growled out again.
Vachon slowly stood up and moved toward his lover who now was pacing back and forth by his piano. "Nick.there were 'eight' of them. One slip."
"Are you telling me, that you don't think 'I' could handle a bunch of babies?" he snarled at his lover.
"I'm saying it's foolish to take on such things when you don't have too," Javier finally snapped back, then withdrew in on himself as he placed his glass down on the piano, trying to regain his own emotions; he didn't want to argue with Nick, he didn't want to do anything that would push his lover away.but it was hard not to speak what he felt inside.
Nick turned to let lose an angry remark but froze when he saw the tightness of his lover's face, the effort he was making to remain calm and hid the pain that was suddenly radiating from him. Concern won over anger with ease and Nick moved next to his lover, "Vachon, are you alright," he asked, suddenly feeling he was missing something here.
Javier opened his eyes and nodded, but he couldn't speak, he was torn with emotions; past and present. Nick saw the look in his lover's eyes and knew that look.having seen it on himself from time to time; it was a look of distance and of memory. "Do you want to talk about it?" Nick asked in a hushed tone, gently placing a supporting hand on his lover's back.
Javier just shook his head no, he couldn't speak about it, he never could put what happened into words, now was no different. "Do you want to share," Nick asked even more hesitantly, truly concerned for the younger vampire. Seeing his lover nod yes, he moved fully behind Vachon, pressing his chest lightly into his lover's back and held him tenderly as he released his fangs. Then he gently scraped his lover's neck, no need to go deep and drank of the blood, which flowed with emotions and memories suddenly forced to the surface.
He didn't know where he was as the memory washed over him. This type of experience was just as unique as the act of taking blood; you were a cross between an observer and a participant. You could feel what was happening, but you only learned of what was happening from watching the memory play itself out. All he knew was that it was fairly far in the past, as the village surrounding him had no sign of advancement, and the few people he could see in the distant looked Indian, probably South American Indiana.but he was unsure.
He was moving through the village and watched Vachon/himself stop and look around. He could feel it, there were others about and they were moving toward him. He moved even quicker through the area, hoping to either get ahead of his followers or to a place that would give him some advantage, but luck had not been with him as two of the ones he sensed jumped in front of him. They looked more natives than Vachon did.
"Look what we have here," the taller of the two men grinned. He was six foot tall, and had to weigh at least 275 lbs if not a hell of a lot more, for he was thick as a tree. The one next to him, his native marking lining his slightly higher cheek bones, was not as tall, and slimmer in build, but still muscular in form.
"A welcoming party, how pleasant," Vachon replied, trying to use his charm, to give a calm appearance, as he looked about and noticed two more male vampires appeared near his back.
"A filthy Spaniard," one of the newer men growled in disguised.
Vachon could sense these vampires were much younger than he was and tried to relax. "I have you note, that I bathed recently," Vachon quipped, his eyes searching for weakness on his enemy. They were dressed like the natives, cotton like pants, sandals, and because of the cooler temperature, a tunic, nothing else, not even a weapon of any kind.
"It thinks its one of us," another snarled.
"It's a disgrace and a sacrilege to the dark goddess that chose us to be her children," the slim one, that stood next to the tree pronounced, as if he were some high priest.
"Sacrilege," Vachon growled back. "I was here before you were," he retorted.
"All the more reason to remove you from our goddess' sight," the slim one stated darkly. Then with a nod, the four pounced.
Vachon was much older than these fledglings, and his strength and speed allotted him an advantage over his opponents. He tossed the slim one over a hundred feet away, and kicked the littlest of the four twenty feet behind him. He doges the tree-man, and claw a deep gash into the fourth one.
The battle continued on, relentlessly, but Vachon was seriously wounding and exhausting his opponents, when it happened; as he went to dodge the tree-man, his foot slipped in the dirt, now mud due to all the blood that had been spilt, and down he went, face first.and the others pile on him like ravenous hounds on a bone. He could feel every punch, every bone that broke, every rip to his body as he struggled to gain the upper hand once more.but it didn't happen.
The one he dubbed priest, suddenly pulled the others off his broken and beaten body and pronounced again his judgment upon the 'unworthy one' that he should be emasculated of his manhood before being sent into the abyss of their dark goddess. They turned him into a eunuch by ripping off his balls, then raped him; for men did not get penetrated, they did the penetration; it was the way of these people, and Vachon knew this.
He lay in his own blood, shaking with fear and pain, listening to how the others were going to chop him into pieces and leave out for the sun to burn, when he noticed one of the four yelped.the sun was coming a lot sooner than they had anticipated, and they fled, leaving Vachon alone.
With a strength of will for survival that Vachon never knew he possessed until that moment, he dragged his broken body, inch by painful inch into a natural trench near by. He then dragged himself to the nearest shade, that of the smoke house where the meats were prepared for the village, pushing himself forward, the sun's rays burning his feet, as if to say, hurry up, I'm coming. Vachon laid there, shivering and hurt in the shade as the sun rose.plotting his revenge.
Nick released Javier's neck and then held him gently, "I'm sorry," he whispered, not knowing what else to say. He felt the trembling that the memory had caused his love and held him tighter. Nick knew everyone came with a past, and not always a pleasant one, but it hurt him to know how his love had been so badly hurt and humiliated; left alone to heal.all alone. The feeling that had been under the surface of the blood that now flowed in his veins now surfaces. Vachon had always been alone to fend for himself, he never had someone he could count on but himself.it didn't take much for Nick to figure out that his 'whining' about LaCroix being there to 'help' to 'protect' him, didn't settle well with his lover, and it made sense. "You have someone now," he whispered softly. "I'll get your back, Vachon.if you let me. I'll be there for you," he added turning his lover to face him, "if you let me," he asked, knowing that Vachon had to want his help, want 'him' to be there, or he would lost him if his pushed to much.
Vachon tried to toss off the moment with a smirk, "Hey, don't worry about it, no strings.remember," he said as casually as he could, but didn't make to leave Nick's embrace.
Nick suddenly saw through the nonchalant mask. Saw through the casual exterior and saw a very lonely and scared young man, who had for hundreds of years, only had himself to count on. He caressed his love's face, determined to let Javier know he was serious. He wasn't sure if it was time to let him know he loved him, but he could show it, "Why don't we make a couple then," he smiled gently.
"Make a couple of what?" Vachon asked, puzzled by Nick's words, while yearning for his touch and tenderness.
"Strings," Nick whispered as he moved in slowly. "Let's make a couple of strings," he smiled before kissing his lover senseless.
"What kind, violin or guitar," Vachon quipped as he gapped for breath, his eyes now black with desire for his lover.
"Whatever plays upon your heart, mon chéri," Nick purred, and lifted his love up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom to make love to his beautiful Spaniard.
Nick was so focused on his lover, he never noticed the visitor downstairs who entered from the front door and exited the same way.with a slam.
***********
LaCroix turned from gathering his drink, as he stood behind his bar, to witness his son enter. He had sensed Nicholas' foul and furious mood, but for once it had nothing to do with him. Except for the one time two weeks ago, he stepped back from Nicholas, doing his best to give his boy.wings, as the young Javier had suggested, and was amazed to see, that the more he.stepped back, the more Nicholas arrived on his doorstep.unperturbed. It was interesting the effect the little wild one, as he dubbed Vachon, was having on his son, and he had to admit he approved. Of course, the fact that the little Spaniard was dashingly beautiful and appealing in a young, wild, sort of way, didn't hurt either. He had a fiery spirit, much like his Nicholas as well as a yearning to be wanted. He knew Vachon believed he hid this need well, and to most he did, but LaCroix was very old and very powerful, it didn't take much to see passed the barriers, to know Vachon wanted to be wanted.and he was. His Nicholas had fallen in love with the little wild one, and though there was 'some' jealousy, he was able to control it. He wanted to observe just how this 'love' of another vampire would affect his only son. Nicks' 'love' of the human Natalie had sent him charging to be mortal, even more so when she assured him she'd find a cure. //Bah, some things you just can not reverse,// he mused darkly.
He watched as Nicholas stomped up to the bar and waved his glass of bloodwine away. "What brings you here this evening, mon enfant?"
"I'm looking for Vachon," Nick replied, looking very haggard and angry.
"May I ask what is wrong?" he inquired, careful of his words and tone, for he could sense just how upset his son was; what he wanted to know was why.
"Oh, today is our six month anniversary and between Natalie's bitching, Tracy's nagging and the fuckin' Captain making me work or threatening to put me on 'day' shift, I've had a really shitting evening, and I have to tell Vachon that I won't be able to celebrate with him tonight," he growled, looking close to losing it.
LaCroix was slightly amused at hearing his son curse, for the former Crusader rarely used profanity, as was his nature, but his temper was getting the better of him. He also wondered what his son would do about his Captain; LaCroix was tempted to visit the man, but could sense this was one of 'those' moments it was best to leave it alone. "Young Vachon in on the dance floor with his fledgling," LaCroix pointed out with a nod.
He watched Nicholas turn to scout the floor and was sure his son had spotted his lover of six months, and noted that his son rose from the stool very slowly, his eyes fixed on his lover, and LaCroix couldn't resist tapping into his son's thought. //My, my,// he thought for he could sense it, Nicholas was jealous.his son had 'never' been jealous before; never in the almost 800 years of his existence.but he seemed to be now.
LaCroix signaled the bartender to bring him another glass, for his was empty and he watched his son watch Vachon dance among the mortals and other vampires. His slim body was mostly pressed against Ursula's, though not sexually, just suggestively. After a moment, he closed his dark eyes and lost himself into the beat and swayed his body to and fro, leaning back into the body that had replaced his child's not caring for the moment if it was male or female.it was male. LaCroix reached for his filled glass and was startled when he saw Nicholas grab it and started to down it. "Ah, that is." he started to say, but could see Nicholas did not care if he was suddenly gulping down human blood instead of the animal blood he usually drank while here. //Interesting,// he mused, and signaled for another glass to be brought, only to have it too taken by Nicholas and gulped down, while he stared at the scene on the dance floor.
Vachon may have swayed against the body, but he didn't allow any touching, and promptly moved aside if he sensed there would be, but another would come up behind him and for a moment he would lose himself, before moving off again.
"You're supposed to be working," LaCroix stated, trying to keep the amusement out of his tone, as he watched his son struggle with his jealousy over his lover, who was dancing somewhat provocatively, on 'their' anniversary, with others.
"Fuck work," Nicholas growled, emptying the third glass that had been poured.this one for him.and tossed off his jacket, and made his way to the dace floor.
LaCroix could not help but grin, for until now, Nicholas had 'never' shook his duty as a police officer.his mortal shroud, but it seemed that in a fit of jealousy, he was doing just that. "Ah, my little wild one, I hope you understand the beast you are releasing," he commented, and laughed to himself. He instructed the bartender that if the two lovers wanted a room to provide it and if they wanted nourishment.to provide it too.human. He would see just what would happen this night, but first, he had a show to do. He moved toward the hall and stopped to watch a very erotic sight indeed. His Nicholas, all fair and gold, his slim body pressed up hard and tight behind the slim dark and bronze, making public claim to what was his, and Vachon savoring every moment, as he pressed back into his son's body, and exposed his throat, where Nicholas barely kept from biting into it. LaCroix could feel the mating frenzy that was building and shielded his mind; otherwise he would not be able to finish his broadcast. He knew where the two lovers would most likely wind up and made a note to be there too.it had been a while since he had felt release. The question was, with whom would it be with?
****End of Part Three****
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"Second Son"
Nick came storming into his loft, slamming the thick door behind him and tossing his jacket that had a few tears in it, onto the couch. He marched to the kitchen where he quickly proceeded to open the refrigerator and grab a green bottle of bloodwine and gulped it down.
"Are you alright?" a softer gentle voice asked from the archway.
Nick was aware that Vachon was there so wasn't started. "Define alright," Nick grumbled and took another gulp of bloodwine. "If you mean and I physically alright, yes. Do you mean and I going to rip LaCroix a new one.oh yeah, I'm really fine," Nick snarled, though he didn't direct his anger toward his lover.
Vachon new that Nick would talk when he was ready and sensed that Nick would be speaking very soon, but needed to calm down or he would lose controle, and Javier knew that in the long run, it made Nick more upset to lose control than anything else today; so he changed the subject. "I hope you don't mind, I borrowed some of your laundry soap, I wasn't able to find that brand at any of the stores in my neighborhood," he commented.
Nick blinked at him, feeling for sure the Vachon would have pushed him to talk like others would have, //Javier isn't like the others,// Nick recalled and it helped him to calm down as did the warm gentle smile of his lover. "Tracy refusing to do your laundry anymore?" Nick replied, knowing that his partner had become 'wise' to Vachon's little trick over the past month and half.
"Oh, she did my laundry last week," Vachon said, as he slowly turned back from the kitchen to head to the stairwell down to the laundry room.
"She did?" Nick question, for he was sure the woman had had enough of Vachon not 'coming through' for her, even if all the cases she asked about really didn't have a vampire involved.
"Yep, she did," Javier quipped as he took the four short steps into the room and began once more the process of sorting clothes. He then held up a pare of boxer short which look stiff as a board and showed them to Nick. "She also added a ton of starch," he deadpanned.
Nick lost it, but in a good way, as he busted up laughing. Javier always made him feel better, this was no exception. "She starched your underwear.that is so cold. I didn't know she had it in her," Nick laughed, wiping the blood tears from his cheeks.
"Well, it turns out that little miss 'button' and sunshine is not as squeaky clean one thought," Vachon grumbled slightly, still a bit angry that Tracy did this to 'all' his underwear and his jeans. Thankfully he didn't have a problem wearing the same thing for more than one day and had left some cloths at Nicks.
"Button?"
"Oh yes, it turns out that 'button' was a nickname given to her and she absolutely 'hates it'," Vachon chuckled darkly, his revenge already in the works for the blond woman detective.
"Oh, Vachon," Nick sighed, letting go of some tension as he moved up behind his lover and hugged him tightly. Nick nuzzed his lover's neck and held him in his arms, filling himself with his lover's scent and being; Vachon was good for him, and he was falling deeper and deeper in love with the beautiful Spaniard.
Vachon shivered in his lover's arms, fully enjoying the moment and the taste of domestic tranquility and quality this moment filled him with. He wanted it to last, he wanted to be with Nick like this for a long time; he couldn't say forever, for that word took on new meaning to vampires.as did the rest of time. He wanted to build something with Nick, something more than a few moments here and there.he just didn't know what, so settled for the moments and treasured them as he did his Nicholas. He loved Nick, wanted to be with him as long as he possibly could, but he also knew that Nick would never be 'fully' his even half, since Nick truly belonged to LaCroix; he was no fool.he would have to learn to share or leave.he was learning to share very nicely he felt.
He gave a tiny sigh and turned and gently place a kiss on his lover's forehead. "Let me get this done or I'll nothing to wear." he chuckled lightly, seeing the playful look in his lover's eyes.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Nick grinned.
"Well, I may be free spirited, but I do draw the line at flashing my wears as it were to the world, so," he gave Nick a slight slap on the arm, "I'll be up in a few minutes. Have my clothes have to be seriously soaked to get the starch to loosen up and then washed heavily."
"Alright, I'm going to grab a quick shower before you use all my hot water," Nick said in between a few quick kisses and left his lover to his work.
Nick relaxed in the shower and dressed in his silk robe and headed downstairs where he heard the soft music playing before he saw his lover relaxing on the sofa reading, glass of bloodwine in his hand, the dark brownishred bottle on the table, so to distinguish one brand from another. He looked to see that there by the 'bar' was his green bottle and a glass already waiting for him. "Thank you," he smiled, taking the drink and sipping it slowly.
"No problem," Vachon told him and then lowered the magazine, "So, are you going to tell my what pissed you off tonight or are we going to play twenty questions?" he grinned, trying to keep it light, but he could still sense some anger coming from his lover, regardless of how relaxed he appeared at present.
"I'm more than sure you could guess really," Nick told him, as he sat on the arm of his sofa.
"Hmm, that means only one thing." Vachon said in a mock seriousness as he sat up. Then he let go of the mocker and sighed, "What did LaCroix do this time?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know, but also wondering if Nick overreacted as usual, when it came to his Father.
"Long story short, he interfered.again," Nick slightly growled.
"Nick, he hasn't butted into your life for almost two months.you have to admit, for him, that's a record," he teased lightly; it only had a minimal effect on his love. "Okay, what happened.a bit longer version if you please."
"I was investigating a series of homeless homicides down on the east end, when I sensed a rather large group of our kind. I went to investigate it, for it seemed rather odd."
"What was odd about it?" Vachon inquired, since this was Toronto and with the Raven, and LaCroix, it was becoming a Vamp town.
"I wasn't sure at first," Nick replied, but I soon discovered they were a bunch of fledglings.created by another fledgling; a gang member who brought his 'friends' over."
"Uh oh, that's a big no-no in the community," Vachon whistled at the younger vampires' stupidity.
"Tell me about it. I went to have a talk with them.and they tried to jump me," Nick growled with slight astonishment. "Arrogant little pricks."
"How many was there," Vachon asked, his eyes drawing closer in concern.
"Eight.but they were very young, I could have handled them well enough, and I was, but suddenly LaCroix shows up and." Nick gets up from the sofa and paces his anger out on the floor.
"So, in essence, he 'helped' you take on 'eight' vampires, and you're pissed at him for helping," Javier stated, his voice a bit guarded, his eyes a bit distant as he gathered her glass and tried to remain neutral, where inside he felt very different.
"I could have handled them.alone. They were barely fledgling," Nick growled out again.
Vachon slowly stood up and moved toward his lover who now was pacing back and forth by his piano. "Nick.there were 'eight' of them. One slip."
"Are you telling me, that you don't think 'I' could handle a bunch of babies?" he snarled at his lover.
"I'm saying it's foolish to take on such things when you don't have too," Javier finally snapped back, then withdrew in on himself as he placed his glass down on the piano, trying to regain his own emotions; he didn't want to argue with Nick, he didn't want to do anything that would push his lover away.but it was hard not to speak what he felt inside.
Nick turned to let lose an angry remark but froze when he saw the tightness of his lover's face, the effort he was making to remain calm and hid the pain that was suddenly radiating from him. Concern won over anger with ease and Nick moved next to his lover, "Vachon, are you alright," he asked, suddenly feeling he was missing something here.
Javier opened his eyes and nodded, but he couldn't speak, he was torn with emotions; past and present. Nick saw the look in his lover's eyes and knew that look.having seen it on himself from time to time; it was a look of distance and of memory. "Do you want to talk about it?" Nick asked in a hushed tone, gently placing a supporting hand on his lover's back.
Javier just shook his head no, he couldn't speak about it, he never could put what happened into words, now was no different. "Do you want to share," Nick asked even more hesitantly, truly concerned for the younger vampire. Seeing his lover nod yes, he moved fully behind Vachon, pressing his chest lightly into his lover's back and held him tenderly as he released his fangs. Then he gently scraped his lover's neck, no need to go deep and drank of the blood, which flowed with emotions and memories suddenly forced to the surface.
He didn't know where he was as the memory washed over him. This type of experience was just as unique as the act of taking blood; you were a cross between an observer and a participant. You could feel what was happening, but you only learned of what was happening from watching the memory play itself out. All he knew was that it was fairly far in the past, as the village surrounding him had no sign of advancement, and the few people he could see in the distant looked Indian, probably South American Indiana.but he was unsure.
He was moving through the village and watched Vachon/himself stop and look around. He could feel it, there were others about and they were moving toward him. He moved even quicker through the area, hoping to either get ahead of his followers or to a place that would give him some advantage, but luck had not been with him as two of the ones he sensed jumped in front of him. They looked more natives than Vachon did.
"Look what we have here," the taller of the two men grinned. He was six foot tall, and had to weigh at least 275 lbs if not a hell of a lot more, for he was thick as a tree. The one next to him, his native marking lining his slightly higher cheek bones, was not as tall, and slimmer in build, but still muscular in form.
"A welcoming party, how pleasant," Vachon replied, trying to use his charm, to give a calm appearance, as he looked about and noticed two more male vampires appeared near his back.
"A filthy Spaniard," one of the newer men growled in disguised.
Vachon could sense these vampires were much younger than he was and tried to relax. "I have you note, that I bathed recently," Vachon quipped, his eyes searching for weakness on his enemy. They were dressed like the natives, cotton like pants, sandals, and because of the cooler temperature, a tunic, nothing else, not even a weapon of any kind.
"It thinks its one of us," another snarled.
"It's a disgrace and a sacrilege to the dark goddess that chose us to be her children," the slim one, that stood next to the tree pronounced, as if he were some high priest.
"Sacrilege," Vachon growled back. "I was here before you were," he retorted.
"All the more reason to remove you from our goddess' sight," the slim one stated darkly. Then with a nod, the four pounced.
Vachon was much older than these fledglings, and his strength and speed allotted him an advantage over his opponents. He tossed the slim one over a hundred feet away, and kicked the littlest of the four twenty feet behind him. He doges the tree-man, and claw a deep gash into the fourth one.
The battle continued on, relentlessly, but Vachon was seriously wounding and exhausting his opponents, when it happened; as he went to dodge the tree-man, his foot slipped in the dirt, now mud due to all the blood that had been spilt, and down he went, face first.and the others pile on him like ravenous hounds on a bone. He could feel every punch, every bone that broke, every rip to his body as he struggled to gain the upper hand once more.but it didn't happen.
The one he dubbed priest, suddenly pulled the others off his broken and beaten body and pronounced again his judgment upon the 'unworthy one' that he should be emasculated of his manhood before being sent into the abyss of their dark goddess. They turned him into a eunuch by ripping off his balls, then raped him; for men did not get penetrated, they did the penetration; it was the way of these people, and Vachon knew this.
He lay in his own blood, shaking with fear and pain, listening to how the others were going to chop him into pieces and leave out for the sun to burn, when he noticed one of the four yelped.the sun was coming a lot sooner than they had anticipated, and they fled, leaving Vachon alone.
With a strength of will for survival that Vachon never knew he possessed until that moment, he dragged his broken body, inch by painful inch into a natural trench near by. He then dragged himself to the nearest shade, that of the smoke house where the meats were prepared for the village, pushing himself forward, the sun's rays burning his feet, as if to say, hurry up, I'm coming. Vachon laid there, shivering and hurt in the shade as the sun rose.plotting his revenge.
Nick released Javier's neck and then held him gently, "I'm sorry," he whispered, not knowing what else to say. He felt the trembling that the memory had caused his love and held him tighter. Nick knew everyone came with a past, and not always a pleasant one, but it hurt him to know how his love had been so badly hurt and humiliated; left alone to heal.all alone. The feeling that had been under the surface of the blood that now flowed in his veins now surfaces. Vachon had always been alone to fend for himself, he never had someone he could count on but himself.it didn't take much for Nick to figure out that his 'whining' about LaCroix being there to 'help' to 'protect' him, didn't settle well with his lover, and it made sense. "You have someone now," he whispered softly. "I'll get your back, Vachon.if you let me. I'll be there for you," he added turning his lover to face him, "if you let me," he asked, knowing that Vachon had to want his help, want 'him' to be there, or he would lost him if his pushed to much.
Vachon tried to toss off the moment with a smirk, "Hey, don't worry about it, no strings.remember," he said as casually as he could, but didn't make to leave Nick's embrace.
Nick suddenly saw through the nonchalant mask. Saw through the casual exterior and saw a very lonely and scared young man, who had for hundreds of years, only had himself to count on. He caressed his love's face, determined to let Javier know he was serious. He wasn't sure if it was time to let him know he loved him, but he could show it, "Why don't we make a couple then," he smiled gently.
"Make a couple of what?" Vachon asked, puzzled by Nick's words, while yearning for his touch and tenderness.
"Strings," Nick whispered as he moved in slowly. "Let's make a couple of strings," he smiled before kissing his lover senseless.
"What kind, violin or guitar," Vachon quipped as he gapped for breath, his eyes now black with desire for his lover.
"Whatever plays upon your heart, mon chéri," Nick purred, and lifted his love up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom to make love to his beautiful Spaniard.
Nick was so focused on his lover, he never noticed the visitor downstairs who entered from the front door and exited the same way.with a slam.
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LaCroix turned from gathering his drink, as he stood behind his bar, to witness his son enter. He had sensed Nicholas' foul and furious mood, but for once it had nothing to do with him. Except for the one time two weeks ago, he stepped back from Nicholas, doing his best to give his boy.wings, as the young Javier had suggested, and was amazed to see, that the more he.stepped back, the more Nicholas arrived on his doorstep.unperturbed. It was interesting the effect the little wild one, as he dubbed Vachon, was having on his son, and he had to admit he approved. Of course, the fact that the little Spaniard was dashingly beautiful and appealing in a young, wild, sort of way, didn't hurt either. He had a fiery spirit, much like his Nicholas as well as a yearning to be wanted. He knew Vachon believed he hid this need well, and to most he did, but LaCroix was very old and very powerful, it didn't take much to see passed the barriers, to know Vachon wanted to be wanted.and he was. His Nicholas had fallen in love with the little wild one, and though there was 'some' jealousy, he was able to control it. He wanted to observe just how this 'love' of another vampire would affect his only son. Nicks' 'love' of the human Natalie had sent him charging to be mortal, even more so when she assured him she'd find a cure. //Bah, some things you just can not reverse,// he mused darkly.
He watched as Nicholas stomped up to the bar and waved his glass of bloodwine away. "What brings you here this evening, mon enfant?"
"I'm looking for Vachon," Nick replied, looking very haggard and angry.
"May I ask what is wrong?" he inquired, careful of his words and tone, for he could sense just how upset his son was; what he wanted to know was why.
"Oh, today is our six month anniversary and between Natalie's bitching, Tracy's nagging and the fuckin' Captain making me work or threatening to put me on 'day' shift, I've had a really shitting evening, and I have to tell Vachon that I won't be able to celebrate with him tonight," he growled, looking close to losing it.
LaCroix was slightly amused at hearing his son curse, for the former Crusader rarely used profanity, as was his nature, but his temper was getting the better of him. He also wondered what his son would do about his Captain; LaCroix was tempted to visit the man, but could sense this was one of 'those' moments it was best to leave it alone. "Young Vachon in on the dance floor with his fledgling," LaCroix pointed out with a nod.
He watched Nicholas turn to scout the floor and was sure his son had spotted his lover of six months, and noted that his son rose from the stool very slowly, his eyes fixed on his lover, and LaCroix couldn't resist tapping into his son's thought. //My, my,// he thought for he could sense it, Nicholas was jealous.his son had 'never' been jealous before; never in the almost 800 years of his existence.but he seemed to be now.
LaCroix signaled the bartender to bring him another glass, for his was empty and he watched his son watch Vachon dance among the mortals and other vampires. His slim body was mostly pressed against Ursula's, though not sexually, just suggestively. After a moment, he closed his dark eyes and lost himself into the beat and swayed his body to and fro, leaning back into the body that had replaced his child's not caring for the moment if it was male or female.it was male. LaCroix reached for his filled glass and was startled when he saw Nicholas grab it and started to down it. "Ah, that is." he started to say, but could see Nicholas did not care if he was suddenly gulping down human blood instead of the animal blood he usually drank while here. //Interesting,// he mused, and signaled for another glass to be brought, only to have it too taken by Nicholas and gulped down, while he stared at the scene on the dance floor.
Vachon may have swayed against the body, but he didn't allow any touching, and promptly moved aside if he sensed there would be, but another would come up behind him and for a moment he would lose himself, before moving off again.
"You're supposed to be working," LaCroix stated, trying to keep the amusement out of his tone, as he watched his son struggle with his jealousy over his lover, who was dancing somewhat provocatively, on 'their' anniversary, with others.
"Fuck work," Nicholas growled, emptying the third glass that had been poured.this one for him.and tossed off his jacket, and made his way to the dace floor.
LaCroix could not help but grin, for until now, Nicholas had 'never' shook his duty as a police officer.his mortal shroud, but it seemed that in a fit of jealousy, he was doing just that. "Ah, my little wild one, I hope you understand the beast you are releasing," he commented, and laughed to himself. He instructed the bartender that if the two lovers wanted a room to provide it and if they wanted nourishment.to provide it too.human. He would see just what would happen this night, but first, he had a show to do. He moved toward the hall and stopped to watch a very erotic sight indeed. His Nicholas, all fair and gold, his slim body pressed up hard and tight behind the slim dark and bronze, making public claim to what was his, and Vachon savoring every moment, as he pressed back into his son's body, and exposed his throat, where Nicholas barely kept from biting into it. LaCroix could feel the mating frenzy that was building and shielded his mind; otherwise he would not be able to finish his broadcast. He knew where the two lovers would most likely wind up and made a note to be there too.it had been a while since he had felt release. The question was, with whom would it be with?
****End of Part Three****