Title: Second Son 4/?
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.
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"Second Son"
Nick woke to the sound of knocking, but it didn't quiet sound like someone was knocking on the door, but next to him. He shifted and rolled over to see LaCroix sitting on the long low bureau tapping his walking cane on the nightstand, with a smirk upon his face. Nick internally groaned, for he knew why LaCroix was giving him that look. Earlier he tossed work over to lay claim to his lover, Vachon, who drove him wild on the dance floor.well, Vachon only had to smile at him and it drove him crazy, but with the fit of jealousy and the deep seeded need to claim his.mate, for that was how it felt, he took the quickest route to privacy.one of LaCroix's rooms.
"You're partner; Miss Vetter has been calling around for you. I told her I knew where you were, and mumbled something about investigating some evidence up close and personal," he mused, knowing he did not put it that way to the female detective. "She informed me to tell you, that Captain Reese wants you to come to the station A.S.A.P. or not to bother at all. Really Nicholas, how can you let that.man, speak to you that way?" drawing upon more willpower than Nicholas realized not to go there in person and put that mortal in his place.
"That 'man' is my boss.for the moment," Nick grumbled and sat up, feeling rather good. He was still unaware that it was also do to the 'supper' he and Vachon had before during and slightly after their passion filled night. He looked over to his sleeping lover and smiled; Vachon looked so young, so innocent.like an angel, when he slept. "How long until sun up?" he asked, for that would determine quiet a lot of things.
"Two an half hours," LaCroix replied easily, seeing and feeling the turmoil his son was in. "He's perfectly safe here, Nicholas, I give you my word on that.and you know I rarely give that out," he added, to make sure his son recalled that once given LaCroix never went back on it.thus he rarely gave it.
"Thank you," Nick replied sincerely, for he still had his doubts that LaCroix was acceptable of another lover in his life, but was pleased to hear that his lover would be safe with his dangerous father. "I also promised to never leave him alone here.but if I don't go."
"Wake him and ask him what he wants?" LaCroix suggested, though he doubted the younger vampire would wake. He was not quiet as old as Nicholas, though from what he had learned of the young man, was as strong, if not stronger due to his rougher lifestyle, but youth demanded more rest; especially if you had a demanding lover the night before and he had no doubts just how demanding his Nicholas had gotten.even if most of the evidence was gone. He watched as Nicholas tried to wake Vachon but failed outside of a few mumbles and groans. "Perhaps a note of explanation, though whatever you are going to do, you best make it fast, time is not your friend at the moment."
Nick nodded his head and after a long stare at LaCroix who humphed before getting up and turning his back.catching a nice glimpse of is son in the mirror.Nick got up, gathered his clothes and headed into the bathroom.
LaCroix sent for notepad and some several bottles of 'breakfast' while his son showered. It just arrived as Nicholas exited the bathroom. "Here, for the road," he said handing over two bottles. Seeing the arched brow he continued, "incase you get stuck in that trunk of yours.again," he added.
Nick thanked his Father and wrote a quick note and placed it on the nightstand and kissed his lover and started out the door, and absently kissed his Father on the cheek before leaving.
LaCroix smiled as he moved to hover over the bed where his son's sleeping beauty now rested. "You indeed are the influence," he muttered softly, taking in the soft olive skin and the soft and hard curves of the slim, nearly perfect back. He notice a tiny faint scare that probably had been there prior to the young man's creation. Once again he wondered what prompted the woman vampire to create children and abandon them so. He knew that this was a common practice of many young vampires and was appalled by it. He figured that perhaps it was that he had been a father himself before being brought over, by all beings, his own daughter, that he took his responsibility to his children very seriously. He had only had a few, several daughters and to Nicholas' knowledge one son.but there had been another who went rabid.also prompting LaCroix to be very selective of those he brought across.
"To survive alone and for so long," he whispered as he sat on the bed where Nicholas had been laying and reached out and caressed the soft dark locks of the young vampire. He knew Vachon would probably sleep late into the day, for he could feel the younger vampire's energy was low, but his life force was very strong as was his spirit. He got up and moved to a closet and pulled down an extra blanket all the rooms were to have and placed it on the young sleeping man and left. He figured he would be able to return in plenty of time to make sure young Vachon did not wake.alone.
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Vachon felt sated, he felt secure in the strong arms that were holding him. He snuggled closer only to realize that something didn't feel right. He reached out with his hand and noticed that whoever was holding him was dressed, wearing a very soft silk shirt and also.had a broader chest than his Nick.he popped awake and stared up at no other than LaCroix himself.
Javier pushed himself up, startled on several levels; one he just found himself in the arms of LaCroix, which deep, deep down he rather had liked, two, he found himself in LaCrois' arms, when it should have been Nick. He looked around, his confusion clear.
"He left a note," LaCroix said pointing to the nightstand.
Vachon grabbed the notepad and read the letter from Nick, apologizing profusely about leaving, that his boss didn't give him a choice and begging him to forgive him. He also wrote that LaCroix gave his word that he was safe and not to worry. Nick then asked him not to be angry and he'd do anything he wanted to make this up to him and ended the letter.Love Nick. It was then that Javier noticed it was addressed, my dearest love. He couldn't keep the silly grin off his face.
"I do believe that my son has fallen in love with you," LaCrox said, his voice bringing Vachon out of his thoughts. He looked up at the older vampire, who in his own right had a strange appeal. "It has taken me a while, but I have come to see why," LaCroix continued.
Under the blanket Vachon pinched himself, for this had to be some kind of dream. When he felt the pain, he knew it was not a dream, it was real. "Ah.I.and you're okay with this?" he asked in a light but guarded voice, not wanting to offend or show he was intimidated by the older man.
"Yes, actually I am," LaCroix said getting up from the bed, a strange smile upon his face. "Now, get up and get dressed and join me downstairs," he instructed as he moved to the bureau and picked up something and turned back to Vachon holding a black box. "This is for you.to keep. I suggest that if you and my son are going to make it a fairly regular practice of staying here, you leave it and some clothes here as well," LaCroix added then left.
Vachon had to admit, he was floored. He slowly opened the box and had no choice but to give a slight gasp; it was a silver antique brush and comb set. He gently ran his fingers over the delicately carved handles, not noticing how his hand shook; no one had ever given him something so.beautiful before, he was very touched and very moved. He then looked and noticed that laid also within were several hair ties, most black like his hair, but there was one piece of white velvet, and he smiled. He just stared at it for the longest time before he recalled that he had been told to get cleaned up and join LaCroix downstairs.
Javier leaped out of bed and took a quick shower and went to get dressed but couldn't find his clothes. All that was there was a set of black sweats and some sneakers.his stuff, outside of his wallet and belongings, were not present. He put on the odd clothes and the sneakers as he brushed his hair and used one of the black bands to tie back his hair as it was still rather wet and headed downstairs.
He looked around for a moment and heard music from the back; some place he had never been before. He moved in and saw that the hall divided into two paths, one leading to private chambers, the other to the broadcasting booth, where he saw LaCroix going over some albums and other items. He slowly entered the room and saw LaCroix smile.at him. "Ah.thank you.for everything," he said sincerely.
"You are most welcome," LaCroix replied easily, and gestured for the young man to come in and have a drink.
Vachon saw there were two glasses set out and came in and took one and sat down listening to the 'long haired' music, which LaCroix was playing. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he decided to just talk about anything.but Nick or LaCroix having him here. "You should consider having live music at the club," he popped out with.
"Live music, as compared to what?" LaCroix asked, only his eyes giving any indication he was teasing the young man.
"As compared to the dead DJ," Vachon jested back, since the DJ was a vampire. Seeing that LaCroix was tolerating him, he continued, "A live band, say.twice a week would give the club a boost, not only to the possibility of finding some real talent, but bring in more business."
"I'll keep it in mind," LaCroix replied as he took a seat in his large leather back chair and shifted it slightly taking in the young man before him. "Come here," he said firmly.
Vachon swallowed hard, for he was not sure what the older vampire had in mind, but didn't want to tempt his fate so he placed his glass down on the desk and moved around it to stand before LaCroix. He felt the wide capable hand wrap around his wrist and in one tug had pulled him down on the older man's lap. He swallowed hard again, for he suddenly was filled with mixed emotions. He should get up and protest this.he was with Nick, but he also liked the feeling of being in this man's lap; he couldn't explain it.
"Turn around," LaCroix ordered and Vachon did so without hesitation. He felt that same strong hand at the nape of his neck, giving the lightest of caresses. Then he felt the band being removed from his hair and falling free around his shoulders. He then heard a draw being opened then closed and soon the stokes of a brush moved through his hair, and he couldn't help but smile; no one had ever done this for him except his mother centuries ago.
"I use to do this for Nicholas," LaCroix said, a slight wistfulness in his voice. "He used to have such lovely golden locks, it's a pity he cut them, don't you think?"
"Yes," Javier said, not trusting his voice to much more. Suddenly he felt an arm around his waist and he was shifted closer to the older vampire's chest, and then once more the brushing continued. After about twenty stokes, Javier could not help but relax and naturally shifted to get more comfortable. After about fifty more, he was half curled on LaCroix's lap, his head resting on his strong broad shoulder, his eyes closed as he let the man brush his hair and caress his back.he was so content and relaxed and didn't want it to end.
After about two hundred or so strokes to his hair, it was tied back, and then the caresses on his body grew more and more bold, as they moved from back to thigh, to chest. Vachon didn't mind one bit, he liked how he felt.wanted, cherished. Deep down he knew he was once more being used as a substitute, this time in the place of Nick, to fulfill the need to nurture and more of the older vampire. Vachon didn't even think about it; he wanted this, had always wanted something like this and would take what he could for as long as it lasted.
"You like that, mon chaton (my kitten)," LaCroix asked, his voice a low husky raps as he continued to stroke Vachon's body as he had done his hair not that long ago; long slow purposeful strokes all over his slim body. He chuckled softly when Vachon snuggled deeper into his lap and nuzzled his neck with his lightly haired cheek; the young man was practically purring.it pleased him greatly. Soon he had his little kitten purring up a storm under his touch.
"Mon un petulant petit (my little wild one), want me to make him come," he whispered. Seeing Vachon looking so young, so beautiful as he squirmed in his lap, willingly, nod yes, and he proceeded to do just that, while helping himself to the taste of the young man's blood. Vachon's cries of passion filed his ears as his blood fired his soul. After a few long moments LaCroix gathered his thoughts, his own body trembling from his own release. He noticed the young man trembling, but this time for need of another kind. He opened his shirt and with the flick of his wrist made a deep cut, which his un petulant petit (little wild one), latched onto with wild abandonment and feed from him. He could feel his own blood and that he had taken from the young man moving back into the supple body on his lap, and enjoyed the sensation. He had fed Nicholas this way.a long time ago; it felt good to do this again.with someone who wanted it.
After a short while, LaCroix broke the connection and kissed Vachon deeply, passionately, then licked off the leftover of the blood from his sweet young face and leaned back to look into dazed, sated, and adoring eyes. "You like being petted and pampered, don't you, chaton (kitten)," LaCroix asked, while once more running his fingers through the soft strands of dark silk.
Vachon, who had never experienced anything like this, could only shake his head yes. His entire body vibrated, and at the moment he did feel weak as a kitten, yet he didn't feel as vulnerable as one. No, he felt safe and wanted.
LaCroix smiled, "Then sleep, mon chéri (my sweetheart), and know you are safe with me," he replied in a hushed voice and watched bright amber eyes drift closed and felt the young man fall to sleep without a care in the world.oh so trusting and innocent. LaCroix placed a kiss on Vachon's forehead. "Nicholas does not seem to appreciate me, but it seems you do," he spoke with a bit of smug pleasantness. He sat rocking the young man in his arms, wondering what his Nicholas would say if he found out.oh, he didn't plan on telling him anything, and he made sure Nicholas felt nothing through their link. After all, Vachon was the key to getting his Nicholas back.and if he had other enjoyable uses along the way.why not enjoy them as well.
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Vachon woke up with a slight start, to find he was in the same room he fell asleep in with Nick. He gave himself a slight shake, feeling that it had been all a dream.a wild and wonderful dream.but a dream none the less. It was then that he noticed he was dressed in black sweats and his eyes went wide.
He looked around and saw the black box that held his silver brush set, and next to it was his pants and other things; along with a white silk shirt that was 'not' his. There was also a note; red thick paper lying bent upon the shirt. Slowly Vachon rose out of bed and went over to the note and picked it up:
[Mon chaton (my kitten),
I do hope you are well rested. I enjoyed our moment together and look forward to spending more moments with you. Enjoy the shirt; it will bring out the beauty in your soft skin.
There is no need to fear, I will speak not of this to Nicholas. He can think what you wish. I suggest you tell him that as his Father I have taken an interest in you, which I have. I do not think more would be wise at the moment.
I have given your idea some thought and agree. So, I leave it to you to find this live 'talent' and arrange for whatever is needed to bring this about in the next two weeks. I will leave more details in regards to finances with Rene at the bar.
We will speak more when I return. Community business takes me out of town, as I am sure Nicholas will inform you once he returns. I ask you not to be too harsh with him for leaving you. Had I not promised your safety I know he would not have left. I extend that promise to you, Vachon, in that you are safe with me.
Lucien LaCroix]
Vachon sat on the edge of the bed for the longest time, stunned. He was also torn in his emotions. He had relished being in LaCroix's embrace and the attention the older vampire gave him, yet not even two weeks ago, Nick had asked to make some sort of commitment with him.though they never did discuss details, he was sure some sort of fidelity would be involved. //Well, it's not like I went out of the family,// he mused, then shook off his warped sense of humor. //It's probably best to do as LaCroix said,// he thought after a while.
Vachon then got up and got dressed, enjoying the touch of silk against his chest. He normally didn't wear such fancy clothes, not because he couldn't afford it, he just was not his style at present.but it was a gift, plus he was sure that LaCroix would find out if he didn't wear it. He laid the black box and the sweats in the chest draws incase he did wind up back here and headed downstairs.
//Rene,// he thought and wondered which bartender that was. He had been here for nine months and hardly knew any of the bartender's names. He knew 'everyone's' face, knew what each liked in way of humor, drink (type of human), and sexual preference, but he didn't know their names. He spotted Urs, she was dressed for work and looked particularly happy. He reached out his mind a little and sensed she was very happy and this pleased him.
"Hey beautiful," he greeted as he gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Why you so cheery?"
"Oh Vachon," she greeted warmly, like a child seeing their father for the first time after a long haul.it had only been last night. "You are not going to believe this, but I got a raise.everyone did," she squealed like a happy child.
"Really," Vachon laughed, for LaCroix could be generous, but he was a harsh businessman and raises were rare and far between, according to those who worked here for sometime.
"Yes. I don't know the reason for his good mood, but we all hope it lasts," she smiled brightly. "So, what brings you here so early," she asked, not knowing he had stayed the night here.
"To see you," he lied, though he was glad to see his only child and that she was happy. "Of course, now that you have a raise, we 'will' be talking about savings and trust funds," he stated firmly.
"Oh Vachon, you sound like a stock broker," she chuckled.
He smiled, she didn't know that he was certified to be one if he wanted, which he didn't. He learned a long time ago, to live a carefree life meant money in the bank, so he made sure he had some.he now had a great deal too, but he didn't let many know that. "Perhaps, Urs but I'm serious. You wouldn't be so hard pressed for work if you followed my advice once and awhile when it came to money.and before you say it.I 'do' know what I'm talking about," he gently scolded, having had it pointed out that if he was good with money why he lived like a bum.
"Yes, Father," she teased and kissed him on the cheek gently, then hurried off to work, not taking his words seriously at all.
Vachon shook his head, wondering when she would take 'him' seriously. //When you get serious,// he thought. Well, tonight was not that night, as he headed to the bar and was automatically given a glass of the good stuff. "I didn't ask for that," he commented easily, for the good stuff cost a pretty penny, and with LaCroix out of town, there would be no betting to subsidize his account.
The bartender he normally dealt with laughed, "You don't have too. LaCroix left orders. Said give you the best and to tell you, your money is no good here. Family don't pay," the man grinned. "I can't believe he finally approved of someone with Nick, especially that someone being you," he chuckled.
"And what is wrong with me," Vachon asked, his voice light, but the intent serious.
The bartender still chuckled, but he relaxed a little, "Nothing, Vachon. I just never thought of you as the settle down type, much less the type to make commitments.that's all. But hey, relax, I'm happy for you. Hey, the boss said to give you this and to help you out if you need it," the burly bartender said, handing over a thick vanilla envelope. "He said you were going to be setting up the place to accommodate a band.that's pretty cool."
"Ah, thanks.Rene," he replied hesitantly, hoping this was the right one.
"No problem. I'm not sure what renovations we'll be need, since I'm not all that familiar with this sort of thing, but I am good with records and accounting. LaCroix lets me help with some of the books.and no, no one gets to see 'all' the books," he said, just incase someone was either listening or Vachon was thinking it. "LaCroix is too smart for that, not that anyone in their right mind would dare cross him."
"Again, thanks," Vachon replied and opened the envelope, but took nothing out. He took his glass and moved to one of the booths and dumped the contents. It was a ledger with a set amount of fifty thousand dollars and a list of contacts. Obviously LaCroix was going to leave it to him to renovate the stage, set the sound system, and hire the bands.shit!
****End of part Four****
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"Second Son"
Nick woke to the sound of knocking, but it didn't quiet sound like someone was knocking on the door, but next to him. He shifted and rolled over to see LaCroix sitting on the long low bureau tapping his walking cane on the nightstand, with a smirk upon his face. Nick internally groaned, for he knew why LaCroix was giving him that look. Earlier he tossed work over to lay claim to his lover, Vachon, who drove him wild on the dance floor.well, Vachon only had to smile at him and it drove him crazy, but with the fit of jealousy and the deep seeded need to claim his.mate, for that was how it felt, he took the quickest route to privacy.one of LaCroix's rooms.
"You're partner; Miss Vetter has been calling around for you. I told her I knew where you were, and mumbled something about investigating some evidence up close and personal," he mused, knowing he did not put it that way to the female detective. "She informed me to tell you, that Captain Reese wants you to come to the station A.S.A.P. or not to bother at all. Really Nicholas, how can you let that.man, speak to you that way?" drawing upon more willpower than Nicholas realized not to go there in person and put that mortal in his place.
"That 'man' is my boss.for the moment," Nick grumbled and sat up, feeling rather good. He was still unaware that it was also do to the 'supper' he and Vachon had before during and slightly after their passion filled night. He looked over to his sleeping lover and smiled; Vachon looked so young, so innocent.like an angel, when he slept. "How long until sun up?" he asked, for that would determine quiet a lot of things.
"Two an half hours," LaCroix replied easily, seeing and feeling the turmoil his son was in. "He's perfectly safe here, Nicholas, I give you my word on that.and you know I rarely give that out," he added, to make sure his son recalled that once given LaCroix never went back on it.thus he rarely gave it.
"Thank you," Nick replied sincerely, for he still had his doubts that LaCroix was acceptable of another lover in his life, but was pleased to hear that his lover would be safe with his dangerous father. "I also promised to never leave him alone here.but if I don't go."
"Wake him and ask him what he wants?" LaCroix suggested, though he doubted the younger vampire would wake. He was not quiet as old as Nicholas, though from what he had learned of the young man, was as strong, if not stronger due to his rougher lifestyle, but youth demanded more rest; especially if you had a demanding lover the night before and he had no doubts just how demanding his Nicholas had gotten.even if most of the evidence was gone. He watched as Nicholas tried to wake Vachon but failed outside of a few mumbles and groans. "Perhaps a note of explanation, though whatever you are going to do, you best make it fast, time is not your friend at the moment."
Nick nodded his head and after a long stare at LaCroix who humphed before getting up and turning his back.catching a nice glimpse of is son in the mirror.Nick got up, gathered his clothes and headed into the bathroom.
LaCroix sent for notepad and some several bottles of 'breakfast' while his son showered. It just arrived as Nicholas exited the bathroom. "Here, for the road," he said handing over two bottles. Seeing the arched brow he continued, "incase you get stuck in that trunk of yours.again," he added.
Nick thanked his Father and wrote a quick note and placed it on the nightstand and kissed his lover and started out the door, and absently kissed his Father on the cheek before leaving.
LaCroix smiled as he moved to hover over the bed where his son's sleeping beauty now rested. "You indeed are the influence," he muttered softly, taking in the soft olive skin and the soft and hard curves of the slim, nearly perfect back. He notice a tiny faint scare that probably had been there prior to the young man's creation. Once again he wondered what prompted the woman vampire to create children and abandon them so. He knew that this was a common practice of many young vampires and was appalled by it. He figured that perhaps it was that he had been a father himself before being brought over, by all beings, his own daughter, that he took his responsibility to his children very seriously. He had only had a few, several daughters and to Nicholas' knowledge one son.but there had been another who went rabid.also prompting LaCroix to be very selective of those he brought across.
"To survive alone and for so long," he whispered as he sat on the bed where Nicholas had been laying and reached out and caressed the soft dark locks of the young vampire. He knew Vachon would probably sleep late into the day, for he could feel the younger vampire's energy was low, but his life force was very strong as was his spirit. He got up and moved to a closet and pulled down an extra blanket all the rooms were to have and placed it on the young sleeping man and left. He figured he would be able to return in plenty of time to make sure young Vachon did not wake.alone.
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Vachon felt sated, he felt secure in the strong arms that were holding him. He snuggled closer only to realize that something didn't feel right. He reached out with his hand and noticed that whoever was holding him was dressed, wearing a very soft silk shirt and also.had a broader chest than his Nick.he popped awake and stared up at no other than LaCroix himself.
Javier pushed himself up, startled on several levels; one he just found himself in the arms of LaCroix, which deep, deep down he rather had liked, two, he found himself in LaCrois' arms, when it should have been Nick. He looked around, his confusion clear.
"He left a note," LaCroix said pointing to the nightstand.
Vachon grabbed the notepad and read the letter from Nick, apologizing profusely about leaving, that his boss didn't give him a choice and begging him to forgive him. He also wrote that LaCroix gave his word that he was safe and not to worry. Nick then asked him not to be angry and he'd do anything he wanted to make this up to him and ended the letter.Love Nick. It was then that Javier noticed it was addressed, my dearest love. He couldn't keep the silly grin off his face.
"I do believe that my son has fallen in love with you," LaCrox said, his voice bringing Vachon out of his thoughts. He looked up at the older vampire, who in his own right had a strange appeal. "It has taken me a while, but I have come to see why," LaCroix continued.
Under the blanket Vachon pinched himself, for this had to be some kind of dream. When he felt the pain, he knew it was not a dream, it was real. "Ah.I.and you're okay with this?" he asked in a light but guarded voice, not wanting to offend or show he was intimidated by the older man.
"Yes, actually I am," LaCroix said getting up from the bed, a strange smile upon his face. "Now, get up and get dressed and join me downstairs," he instructed as he moved to the bureau and picked up something and turned back to Vachon holding a black box. "This is for you.to keep. I suggest that if you and my son are going to make it a fairly regular practice of staying here, you leave it and some clothes here as well," LaCroix added then left.
Vachon had to admit, he was floored. He slowly opened the box and had no choice but to give a slight gasp; it was a silver antique brush and comb set. He gently ran his fingers over the delicately carved handles, not noticing how his hand shook; no one had ever given him something so.beautiful before, he was very touched and very moved. He then looked and noticed that laid also within were several hair ties, most black like his hair, but there was one piece of white velvet, and he smiled. He just stared at it for the longest time before he recalled that he had been told to get cleaned up and join LaCroix downstairs.
Javier leaped out of bed and took a quick shower and went to get dressed but couldn't find his clothes. All that was there was a set of black sweats and some sneakers.his stuff, outside of his wallet and belongings, were not present. He put on the odd clothes and the sneakers as he brushed his hair and used one of the black bands to tie back his hair as it was still rather wet and headed downstairs.
He looked around for a moment and heard music from the back; some place he had never been before. He moved in and saw that the hall divided into two paths, one leading to private chambers, the other to the broadcasting booth, where he saw LaCroix going over some albums and other items. He slowly entered the room and saw LaCroix smile.at him. "Ah.thank you.for everything," he said sincerely.
"You are most welcome," LaCroix replied easily, and gestured for the young man to come in and have a drink.
Vachon saw there were two glasses set out and came in and took one and sat down listening to the 'long haired' music, which LaCroix was playing. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he decided to just talk about anything.but Nick or LaCroix having him here. "You should consider having live music at the club," he popped out with.
"Live music, as compared to what?" LaCroix asked, only his eyes giving any indication he was teasing the young man.
"As compared to the dead DJ," Vachon jested back, since the DJ was a vampire. Seeing that LaCroix was tolerating him, he continued, "A live band, say.twice a week would give the club a boost, not only to the possibility of finding some real talent, but bring in more business."
"I'll keep it in mind," LaCroix replied as he took a seat in his large leather back chair and shifted it slightly taking in the young man before him. "Come here," he said firmly.
Vachon swallowed hard, for he was not sure what the older vampire had in mind, but didn't want to tempt his fate so he placed his glass down on the desk and moved around it to stand before LaCroix. He felt the wide capable hand wrap around his wrist and in one tug had pulled him down on the older man's lap. He swallowed hard again, for he suddenly was filled with mixed emotions. He should get up and protest this.he was with Nick, but he also liked the feeling of being in this man's lap; he couldn't explain it.
"Turn around," LaCroix ordered and Vachon did so without hesitation. He felt that same strong hand at the nape of his neck, giving the lightest of caresses. Then he felt the band being removed from his hair and falling free around his shoulders. He then heard a draw being opened then closed and soon the stokes of a brush moved through his hair, and he couldn't help but smile; no one had ever done this for him except his mother centuries ago.
"I use to do this for Nicholas," LaCroix said, a slight wistfulness in his voice. "He used to have such lovely golden locks, it's a pity he cut them, don't you think?"
"Yes," Javier said, not trusting his voice to much more. Suddenly he felt an arm around his waist and he was shifted closer to the older vampire's chest, and then once more the brushing continued. After about twenty stokes, Javier could not help but relax and naturally shifted to get more comfortable. After about fifty more, he was half curled on LaCroix's lap, his head resting on his strong broad shoulder, his eyes closed as he let the man brush his hair and caress his back.he was so content and relaxed and didn't want it to end.
After about two hundred or so strokes to his hair, it was tied back, and then the caresses on his body grew more and more bold, as they moved from back to thigh, to chest. Vachon didn't mind one bit, he liked how he felt.wanted, cherished. Deep down he knew he was once more being used as a substitute, this time in the place of Nick, to fulfill the need to nurture and more of the older vampire. Vachon didn't even think about it; he wanted this, had always wanted something like this and would take what he could for as long as it lasted.
"You like that, mon chaton (my kitten)," LaCroix asked, his voice a low husky raps as he continued to stroke Vachon's body as he had done his hair not that long ago; long slow purposeful strokes all over his slim body. He chuckled softly when Vachon snuggled deeper into his lap and nuzzled his neck with his lightly haired cheek; the young man was practically purring.it pleased him greatly. Soon he had his little kitten purring up a storm under his touch.
"Mon un petulant petit (my little wild one), want me to make him come," he whispered. Seeing Vachon looking so young, so beautiful as he squirmed in his lap, willingly, nod yes, and he proceeded to do just that, while helping himself to the taste of the young man's blood. Vachon's cries of passion filed his ears as his blood fired his soul. After a few long moments LaCroix gathered his thoughts, his own body trembling from his own release. He noticed the young man trembling, but this time for need of another kind. He opened his shirt and with the flick of his wrist made a deep cut, which his un petulant petit (little wild one), latched onto with wild abandonment and feed from him. He could feel his own blood and that he had taken from the young man moving back into the supple body on his lap, and enjoyed the sensation. He had fed Nicholas this way.a long time ago; it felt good to do this again.with someone who wanted it.
After a short while, LaCroix broke the connection and kissed Vachon deeply, passionately, then licked off the leftover of the blood from his sweet young face and leaned back to look into dazed, sated, and adoring eyes. "You like being petted and pampered, don't you, chaton (kitten)," LaCroix asked, while once more running his fingers through the soft strands of dark silk.
Vachon, who had never experienced anything like this, could only shake his head yes. His entire body vibrated, and at the moment he did feel weak as a kitten, yet he didn't feel as vulnerable as one. No, he felt safe and wanted.
LaCroix smiled, "Then sleep, mon chéri (my sweetheart), and know you are safe with me," he replied in a hushed voice and watched bright amber eyes drift closed and felt the young man fall to sleep without a care in the world.oh so trusting and innocent. LaCroix placed a kiss on Vachon's forehead. "Nicholas does not seem to appreciate me, but it seems you do," he spoke with a bit of smug pleasantness. He sat rocking the young man in his arms, wondering what his Nicholas would say if he found out.oh, he didn't plan on telling him anything, and he made sure Nicholas felt nothing through their link. After all, Vachon was the key to getting his Nicholas back.and if he had other enjoyable uses along the way.why not enjoy them as well.
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Vachon woke up with a slight start, to find he was in the same room he fell asleep in with Nick. He gave himself a slight shake, feeling that it had been all a dream.a wild and wonderful dream.but a dream none the less. It was then that he noticed he was dressed in black sweats and his eyes went wide.
He looked around and saw the black box that held his silver brush set, and next to it was his pants and other things; along with a white silk shirt that was 'not' his. There was also a note; red thick paper lying bent upon the shirt. Slowly Vachon rose out of bed and went over to the note and picked it up:
[Mon chaton (my kitten),
I do hope you are well rested. I enjoyed our moment together and look forward to spending more moments with you. Enjoy the shirt; it will bring out the beauty in your soft skin.
There is no need to fear, I will speak not of this to Nicholas. He can think what you wish. I suggest you tell him that as his Father I have taken an interest in you, which I have. I do not think more would be wise at the moment.
I have given your idea some thought and agree. So, I leave it to you to find this live 'talent' and arrange for whatever is needed to bring this about in the next two weeks. I will leave more details in regards to finances with Rene at the bar.
We will speak more when I return. Community business takes me out of town, as I am sure Nicholas will inform you once he returns. I ask you not to be too harsh with him for leaving you. Had I not promised your safety I know he would not have left. I extend that promise to you, Vachon, in that you are safe with me.
Lucien LaCroix]
Vachon sat on the edge of the bed for the longest time, stunned. He was also torn in his emotions. He had relished being in LaCroix's embrace and the attention the older vampire gave him, yet not even two weeks ago, Nick had asked to make some sort of commitment with him.though they never did discuss details, he was sure some sort of fidelity would be involved. //Well, it's not like I went out of the family,// he mused, then shook off his warped sense of humor. //It's probably best to do as LaCroix said,// he thought after a while.
Vachon then got up and got dressed, enjoying the touch of silk against his chest. He normally didn't wear such fancy clothes, not because he couldn't afford it, he just was not his style at present.but it was a gift, plus he was sure that LaCroix would find out if he didn't wear it. He laid the black box and the sweats in the chest draws incase he did wind up back here and headed downstairs.
//Rene,// he thought and wondered which bartender that was. He had been here for nine months and hardly knew any of the bartender's names. He knew 'everyone's' face, knew what each liked in way of humor, drink (type of human), and sexual preference, but he didn't know their names. He spotted Urs, she was dressed for work and looked particularly happy. He reached out his mind a little and sensed she was very happy and this pleased him.
"Hey beautiful," he greeted as he gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Why you so cheery?"
"Oh Vachon," she greeted warmly, like a child seeing their father for the first time after a long haul.it had only been last night. "You are not going to believe this, but I got a raise.everyone did," she squealed like a happy child.
"Really," Vachon laughed, for LaCroix could be generous, but he was a harsh businessman and raises were rare and far between, according to those who worked here for sometime.
"Yes. I don't know the reason for his good mood, but we all hope it lasts," she smiled brightly. "So, what brings you here so early," she asked, not knowing he had stayed the night here.
"To see you," he lied, though he was glad to see his only child and that she was happy. "Of course, now that you have a raise, we 'will' be talking about savings and trust funds," he stated firmly.
"Oh Vachon, you sound like a stock broker," she chuckled.
He smiled, she didn't know that he was certified to be one if he wanted, which he didn't. He learned a long time ago, to live a carefree life meant money in the bank, so he made sure he had some.he now had a great deal too, but he didn't let many know that. "Perhaps, Urs but I'm serious. You wouldn't be so hard pressed for work if you followed my advice once and awhile when it came to money.and before you say it.I 'do' know what I'm talking about," he gently scolded, having had it pointed out that if he was good with money why he lived like a bum.
"Yes, Father," she teased and kissed him on the cheek gently, then hurried off to work, not taking his words seriously at all.
Vachon shook his head, wondering when she would take 'him' seriously. //When you get serious,// he thought. Well, tonight was not that night, as he headed to the bar and was automatically given a glass of the good stuff. "I didn't ask for that," he commented easily, for the good stuff cost a pretty penny, and with LaCroix out of town, there would be no betting to subsidize his account.
The bartender he normally dealt with laughed, "You don't have too. LaCroix left orders. Said give you the best and to tell you, your money is no good here. Family don't pay," the man grinned. "I can't believe he finally approved of someone with Nick, especially that someone being you," he chuckled.
"And what is wrong with me," Vachon asked, his voice light, but the intent serious.
The bartender still chuckled, but he relaxed a little, "Nothing, Vachon. I just never thought of you as the settle down type, much less the type to make commitments.that's all. But hey, relax, I'm happy for you. Hey, the boss said to give you this and to help you out if you need it," the burly bartender said, handing over a thick vanilla envelope. "He said you were going to be setting up the place to accommodate a band.that's pretty cool."
"Ah, thanks.Rene," he replied hesitantly, hoping this was the right one.
"No problem. I'm not sure what renovations we'll be need, since I'm not all that familiar with this sort of thing, but I am good with records and accounting. LaCroix lets me help with some of the books.and no, no one gets to see 'all' the books," he said, just incase someone was either listening or Vachon was thinking it. "LaCroix is too smart for that, not that anyone in their right mind would dare cross him."
"Again, thanks," Vachon replied and opened the envelope, but took nothing out. He took his glass and moved to one of the booths and dumped the contents. It was a ledger with a set amount of fifty thousand dollars and a list of contacts. Obviously LaCroix was going to leave it to him to renovate the stage, set the sound system, and hire the bands.shit!
****End of part Four****