Title: Second Son 6/?
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"
Vachon was rather happy these last few weeks, though he would have been even more happier if Nick was around more. His lover was kept at bay by his work or Tracy Vetter, dogging his every move, or Natalie, who acted every bit of the jealous lover, making a point to be at Nick's loft during that hour.hour half which kept Nick put for the day.bitch.
But the moments he did spend with his lover were precious to him and the other times were filled with all people, LaCroix. Seemed the older vampire had deemed his 'education' lacking and took it upon himself to 'fix' this oversight. Vachon found he had not complaints and rather liked all the 'attention' he was getting from LaCroix. Their morning or early night ritual was very pleasing to both of them.after Javier got out of the shower and dressed in what 'new' clothes he found, he went downstairs to the back, where he would sit and relax on LaCroix's lap and let him 'brush' his hair. It was a very soothing and sensuous experience always ending with a vampric kiss between them and then he would rest for a short time in LaCroix's arms before getting his second wind, then LaCroix would inform him of what he suggested would be a good 'side trip' for the evenings events, if time permitted. For LaCroix did have his show to oversee and Vachon now had the club to oversee.mainly the 'live' band, but it was still a small handful, but when they did go out, it was.fun.
LaCroix took him to museums, even if they were 'closed' to the public and other places of history, and inform him of the 'correct' tale of events that took place. Vachon did not believe 'every' word LaCroix told him, he was not 'that' gullible, but he did enjoy the attention and LaCroix was turning out to be quiet the companion. Tonight they were attending one of the 'modern' art events that was open late in Toronto, not really known for their 'evening' activities, and was finding LaCroix's comments amusing. Seemed nobody of 'today's' generation knew art if it bit them.
"Look at this," LaCroix drawled pointing to a painting that appeared in his eyes to be large globs of red, black and white paint smeared on a canvas. "I've seen human children with more talent," he quipped.
Vachon snickered silently, especially since he knew the artist was within hearing range, and Vachon was quiet sure LaCroix knew this too.
"Hmm, LaCroix said as the moved along the crowd of mortals down another hall to a less crowded one. "Now, this is probably the only thing I've seen with 'any' potential what so ever," he stated, eyeing a painting of a lone girl, basking herself by a river; by the landscape the river was located in the mountains, most likely not anywhere here in Canada. "The brush storks are still primitive, but at least you can 'tell' what it is the artist was trying to convey," LaCroix added, his mood more lightened at finding something slightly worth his time; though Vachon knew that 'nothing' would truly please the older vampire.
"It reminds me of a Cortez," Vachon commented, as he looked upon the painting, trying to recall what sunlight looked like reflected upon the water.it had been ages and never again to be a sight that would greet his eyes.
"Ah, seems my little wild one has mingled among some civilization after all," LaCroix teased and Vachon knew it.
"A time or two, when there were no wild bomb fires to dance naked around," he replied with a slight smirk. "Tell me, LaCroix, have you ever stepped from civilization and danced naked around a bomb fire?" he challenged in a playful way.
"Not hardly," LaCrox scoffed, but there was just enough of a twinkle in his eyes to leave Vachon wondering to the truth of that denial.
***********
Nick was having another awful night as his boss was breathing down his neck to solve his cases quicker. He tried pointing out that 'he' held the highest percentage in the percent for solving his cases, but that didn't seem to help. Reese had a personal beef with him and Nick was close to telling him to stuff his job.
Then to make matters worse, Tracy was on the war path because of Reese also, but was taking it out on him. He also knew she was bothered by the fact she didn't know where Vachon was and he couldn't tell her, for that would mean she'd be there and then he'd have 'no' time with his lover. As it was, he had little time to be with Vachon. Tonight he snuck away from his shadow and headed to the Raven to see his lover and make arrangements to stay the night with him, for it was becoming a bad idea to head to his loft after work. He was about to tell Natalie to go to hell, but knew that would be a bad idea all around. She knew too much about him and if she did something stupid, could get herself killed by LaCroix or one of the enforcers.so bit his tongue.sometimes literally to keep quiet.
He spotted Rene behind the bar who immediately gave him a drink of 'his' preference, as he looked around the bar trying to spot his lover.
"They're not here," Rene stated, seeing Nick searching the bar.
Nick looked back at the bartender surprised at the words 'they'. "What do you mean?" he asked, not sure he had heard right or that perhaps Rene didn't know who he was looking for.
"Vachon and LaCroix, they're not here," Rene said casually. He then turned around and moved to the register and grabbed a 3x4 card that had an advertisement on it. "I think they went here," he then said as he gave the card to Nick, seeing no harm in his innocent actions.
"They went to an art exhibition?" Nick asked surprised and not quiet believing it.
"Wouldn't be the first," Rene said casually as he continued to do his job.
This caught Nick's attention. "Not the first?" he asked as easily as he could, for this was news.his lover and LaCroix. Even the thought of the two of them spending time together was near impossible at times, but to think they went.out.on purpose.with each other.?
"Yeah, history, art, you know the boss," Rene said easily, as he took a moment to look at Nick. "Hey seems your boyfriend has good taste," he added with a smile, pointing to the live band that was playing that night.now three times a week from the two.
"Yeah.he does," Nick replied, though his thoughts were miles away as he did so. He looked at the card again then plastered on a phony smile, "Thanks," he said, then headed out. He had to see for himself that all was well, for he didn't trust LaCroix, that old bastard had to be up to something.
Forty-five minutes later he parked his caddy and entered the art exhibit and searched around and was surprised to see his lover and LaCroix in the back, both seeming to be enjoying themselves. He noticed that once again Vachon had his hair drawn back and tied, though he noted the white ribbon as well as the subtle touch LaCroix made over the ribbon as he pointed to a painting.
..Paris, France..
"Come Nicholas, surely you can see that this painting will be among the many greats," LaCroix said as he subtly adjusted the black ribbon in the blond curls of his companion.
"No, all I can see if a demented mind that portrays women with three breasts and can't match his colors," Nick replied defiantly, feeling a bit fussed over and smothered, for it was always like this, these last few centuries. 'Education' was how LaCroix put it, Nick saw it as a waste of time.he wanted to play 'other games' especially with a fine young blond of his own.if given the chance, but LaCroix was always there.underfoot.
"Ah, mon fils (my son), you seem to lack imagination," LaCroix smirked easily.
"No, what I lack is interest," he grumbled, swiping away the hand that once more tried to play with the ribbon in his hair. "This is all well and good, LaCroix, but I have plan of my own."
"Chasing wenches again are we," LaCroix quipped nastily, silently closing himself off.
"She is no wench, and I suggest you watch your tongue," Nick growled as he prepared to leave.
"Consider it watched," LaCroix said uncaringly as he moved toward another painting. After hearing a few footsteps, LaCroix turned to see the black ribbon on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
LaCroix blinked a moment, wondering why he had that memory return to him. He blinked at Vachon and gave a charming smile, taking note of the white ribbon in the dark hair. "I am fine." he stopped but for a half second.Nicholas was here. That was why he had the memory. He searched quickly with his mind and knew they were being watched and the last thing he wanted was to drive a wedge between the two lovers.that would hinder his goal of bringing Nicholas back into the fold.plus, he was enjoying the little wild one's company. He gave a half turn, "Seems we are blessed with company tonight," he said charmingly, giving no hints to his thoughts away.
Vachon turned and saw his lover and glowed. LaCroix had to admit, this young one had a bright and fiery spirit and he was quickly becoming fond of him. He watched as Vachon dashed to his lover's side and hugged his Nicholas and a tad of jealousy filled him, though for a moment he was lost as to which one he was suddenly feeling it for.
Nick hugged his lover and seeing his dark eyes blaze for him dashed his concerns and fears.and jealousy.though for a brief moment he was unsure of who he was jealous over. He kissed his lover's cheek, "I missed you," he whispered.
"As I you, Mi Amor (my love)," Vachon purred. Then stepped back since this was not the place for such public affection. "What brings you here?" he asked easily, not feeling the bit guilty for spending time with LaCroix.it felt natural in a way. LaCroix was like the parent he never had and Nick the lover he always wanted.he was happy.
"As I said, I missed you. I also thought that perhaps you could go to my loft and get a few of my things, this way I don't have to go back there and get stuck."
"She still at it?" Vachon inquired, concerned for his lover as he felt LaCroix make his way up to them.
"Yes, but I dare not lose my temper fully."
"Why not, it would serve her right, meddling in affairs that do not concern her," LaCroix stated, feeling that if the conversation was presented, he could freely participated.
"Look, Natalie is my friend."
"But she's not acting like one," Javier pointed out; not wanting an argument to start between these two, for it would kill the rest of the night and his morning. "Look. I'll get your things and bring it to the club where we can spend the night.Tracy's been staking out the church," he added in a snicker, so Nick would think that was the 'real' reason he suggested the club. It was also because the club was becoming more of a home to him than any other place ever had.
"That'll be great," Nick agreed, also not wanting an argument with his Father, that would keep him away from his lover. "And.you're right, she really has not been acting the friend."
"Why don't you tell her the truth," LaCroix said, trying to keep his tone light, sensing the younger two wanted to avoid conflict.
"Its.not that easy." Nick replied, not quiet arguing the point.
"Well, you might want to think about it," Javier suggested, gently taking Nick by the arm and leading him toward the exit, unsure if LaCroix would follow, wait or leave. He did know that if the two men stayed together it would result in more conversation and the two were not ready for that.yet.if ever. Nick had a lot of pent up anger at being smothered and LaCroix had a lot of pent up anger at being rejected and ignored. Vachon couldn't help but feel he was the perfect go between.he 'wanted' to be 'smothered' as Nick put it, by a Father figure and he could give his Nick his 'freedom' when and where he needed it. The problem was he was sure that if Nick found out about his new 'arrangement' Nick would 'not' be so open minded to the idea. He didn't want to rock his happy world, wanting it to last as long as possible, knowing that it would never last forever, but he would saver it as long as he could. "Anything in particular you want?" he asked Nick as they stepped into the chilly cold air.
"Besides you," Nick grinned tenderly, "Just my overnight bag.and some clothes for work tomorrow.nothing too flashy," he smirked, knowing his lover liked the more 'loud' colors on him.
"Okay, I promise, night bag and a Mr. boar suit," he laughed and then placed a short quick kiss on his lover's lips. "What time should I expect you?" he asked, wanting to be ready for his lover.
"I get off around 3:30, so expect be between then and four," Nick told him and then headed off, feeling good about his plans for the night.
Vachon watched his lover drive off and then felt the presence of his companion from earlier by his side. He shifted his eyes, to get a peripheral view of and saw the longing.just for a moment, but it was there, then gone once he fully turned to look at LaCroix. "Did you want to cut the evening short," Vachon asked, giving the older vampire the option of what he wanted to do, in order to keep things civil, not that he doubted that if LaCroix wanted to cut an evening short, he would let a petty think called manners or obligation stop him.
LaCroix stood silent for a long moment than brought himself back from wherever he had been. "No, there is no need to cut your education short, mon chaton (my kitten)," he grinned, pleased with the slight blush that filled the golden cheeks as he gestured to his right, not bothering to go back into the building hosting the art exhibit.
*********
Vachon was a doubly good mood, for his evening with LaCroix was as always as of late, enlightening and strangely enchanting, as he allowed himself to be swept up into the older vampire's charm. Now he was gathering his lover's clothes so they could spend a much over due night together.
He made sure that Nick would have everything he would need to take a shower and change for work when it came time. He picked out a simple light brown shirt and tan pants, which would make his lover look delicious but not too tempting, so not to tempt others. Giving the apartment one last look around, since it was getting late and he knew Nick would be meeting him at the club, he noticed Nick's leather jacket and decided to bring it too, since he liked his lover in leather. //Perhaps I can get him to wear it,// he thought, meaning nothing but the jacket.
He launched himself to the skylight and closed it carefully. Then he scouted around to be sure it was safe to depart and noticed a familiar car on the corner.Natalie's car. //Bitch really is staking out the place,// he mentally growled.
"Well, if you insist on playing game," he snickered to himself and took to the dark sky only to land in a nearby ally. He made sure Nick's stuff was secure and not to touch anything in the ally as he blurred and was now behind Natalie's car. He looked around and saw no one, so felt secure when he vamped, allowing his nails to grow into the deadly claws they were capable of and with two quick and fierce swipes, punctured the back two tires, then dashed back to the ally to watch.
His dark side was pleased to see Natalie seeming shocked and a bit pale as she got out of her car to see what had happened so suddenly. Vachon knew that she might be able to figure out what happened, but even still, he was sure not right away. Seeing her heading to a near by pay phone, he took once more to the sky, feeling pleased with himself.
He landed near by the club and entered from the front door and moved to the back to the stairwell that lead to the room he had been staying in for the last few months and was thrilled to note that his Nick was there waiting for him. He was barely in the door when Nick slammed it closed and pressed him to the wall, forgoing the items in his hand, as Nick devoured his mouth with his own.
"I've missed you," he growled in a half gasp and sucked any reply Vachon had out of his mouth, so only a deep moan of passion was heard.
Nick was wild tonight, having been so long, ripping the clothes off his lover, lapping at the scratches he caused with his tongue, leaving his lover naked and a quivering mass of flesh beneath him. There would be little foreplay this time around, as Nick was hard with need for his lover and took him with a primal need unmatched by any lover but his Vachon.it was one of many reasons he had fallen in love with this young vampire. Vachon understood his needs like no other lover ever had, and had no problems giving it to him.surrendering himself if need be, or taking charge when the moment called for it. Now demanded complete submission from his lover and he got it and savored every bit of it as he made claim of his lover over and over again and would for most of the night.
There was no talking this night as Nick's passions and needs took precedent, and Vachon had no problem meeting Nick's desires, for his matched his lover in rhythm and in intensity, as they both drank deeply of each other's blood, savoring and experiencing the other's passions first hand, and sampling their own as it was reflected back at them during the vampric kiss they share off and on all night.
Briefly Javier noticed that there were plenty of bloodwine.human.in the room to sustain them through the night. He also noticed that when Nick was at his height of his passion, he didn't seem to care what he drank.he just did so.and deeply. //So, that's your ploy with me,// Vachon had mentally deduced, seeing more of LaCroix's interest in him, but again, so long as he was happy, he would play the game.a game he knew he would inevitablely lose.
****End of Part Six****
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"Second Son"
Vachon was rather happy these last few weeks, though he would have been even more happier if Nick was around more. His lover was kept at bay by his work or Tracy Vetter, dogging his every move, or Natalie, who acted every bit of the jealous lover, making a point to be at Nick's loft during that hour.hour half which kept Nick put for the day.bitch.
But the moments he did spend with his lover were precious to him and the other times were filled with all people, LaCroix. Seemed the older vampire had deemed his 'education' lacking and took it upon himself to 'fix' this oversight. Vachon found he had not complaints and rather liked all the 'attention' he was getting from LaCroix. Their morning or early night ritual was very pleasing to both of them.after Javier got out of the shower and dressed in what 'new' clothes he found, he went downstairs to the back, where he would sit and relax on LaCroix's lap and let him 'brush' his hair. It was a very soothing and sensuous experience always ending with a vampric kiss between them and then he would rest for a short time in LaCroix's arms before getting his second wind, then LaCroix would inform him of what he suggested would be a good 'side trip' for the evenings events, if time permitted. For LaCroix did have his show to oversee and Vachon now had the club to oversee.mainly the 'live' band, but it was still a small handful, but when they did go out, it was.fun.
LaCroix took him to museums, even if they were 'closed' to the public and other places of history, and inform him of the 'correct' tale of events that took place. Vachon did not believe 'every' word LaCroix told him, he was not 'that' gullible, but he did enjoy the attention and LaCroix was turning out to be quiet the companion. Tonight they were attending one of the 'modern' art events that was open late in Toronto, not really known for their 'evening' activities, and was finding LaCroix's comments amusing. Seemed nobody of 'today's' generation knew art if it bit them.
"Look at this," LaCroix drawled pointing to a painting that appeared in his eyes to be large globs of red, black and white paint smeared on a canvas. "I've seen human children with more talent," he quipped.
Vachon snickered silently, especially since he knew the artist was within hearing range, and Vachon was quiet sure LaCroix knew this too.
"Hmm, LaCroix said as the moved along the crowd of mortals down another hall to a less crowded one. "Now, this is probably the only thing I've seen with 'any' potential what so ever," he stated, eyeing a painting of a lone girl, basking herself by a river; by the landscape the river was located in the mountains, most likely not anywhere here in Canada. "The brush storks are still primitive, but at least you can 'tell' what it is the artist was trying to convey," LaCroix added, his mood more lightened at finding something slightly worth his time; though Vachon knew that 'nothing' would truly please the older vampire.
"It reminds me of a Cortez," Vachon commented, as he looked upon the painting, trying to recall what sunlight looked like reflected upon the water.it had been ages and never again to be a sight that would greet his eyes.
"Ah, seems my little wild one has mingled among some civilization after all," LaCroix teased and Vachon knew it.
"A time or two, when there were no wild bomb fires to dance naked around," he replied with a slight smirk. "Tell me, LaCroix, have you ever stepped from civilization and danced naked around a bomb fire?" he challenged in a playful way.
"Not hardly," LaCrox scoffed, but there was just enough of a twinkle in his eyes to leave Vachon wondering to the truth of that denial.
***********
Nick was having another awful night as his boss was breathing down his neck to solve his cases quicker. He tried pointing out that 'he' held the highest percentage in the percent for solving his cases, but that didn't seem to help. Reese had a personal beef with him and Nick was close to telling him to stuff his job.
Then to make matters worse, Tracy was on the war path because of Reese also, but was taking it out on him. He also knew she was bothered by the fact she didn't know where Vachon was and he couldn't tell her, for that would mean she'd be there and then he'd have 'no' time with his lover. As it was, he had little time to be with Vachon. Tonight he snuck away from his shadow and headed to the Raven to see his lover and make arrangements to stay the night with him, for it was becoming a bad idea to head to his loft after work. He was about to tell Natalie to go to hell, but knew that would be a bad idea all around. She knew too much about him and if she did something stupid, could get herself killed by LaCroix or one of the enforcers.so bit his tongue.sometimes literally to keep quiet.
He spotted Rene behind the bar who immediately gave him a drink of 'his' preference, as he looked around the bar trying to spot his lover.
"They're not here," Rene stated, seeing Nick searching the bar.
Nick looked back at the bartender surprised at the words 'they'. "What do you mean?" he asked, not sure he had heard right or that perhaps Rene didn't know who he was looking for.
"Vachon and LaCroix, they're not here," Rene said casually. He then turned around and moved to the register and grabbed a 3x4 card that had an advertisement on it. "I think they went here," he then said as he gave the card to Nick, seeing no harm in his innocent actions.
"They went to an art exhibition?" Nick asked surprised and not quiet believing it.
"Wouldn't be the first," Rene said casually as he continued to do his job.
This caught Nick's attention. "Not the first?" he asked as easily as he could, for this was news.his lover and LaCroix. Even the thought of the two of them spending time together was near impossible at times, but to think they went.out.on purpose.with each other.?
"Yeah, history, art, you know the boss," Rene said easily, as he took a moment to look at Nick. "Hey seems your boyfriend has good taste," he added with a smile, pointing to the live band that was playing that night.now three times a week from the two.
"Yeah.he does," Nick replied, though his thoughts were miles away as he did so. He looked at the card again then plastered on a phony smile, "Thanks," he said, then headed out. He had to see for himself that all was well, for he didn't trust LaCroix, that old bastard had to be up to something.
Forty-five minutes later he parked his caddy and entered the art exhibit and searched around and was surprised to see his lover and LaCroix in the back, both seeming to be enjoying themselves. He noticed that once again Vachon had his hair drawn back and tied, though he noted the white ribbon as well as the subtle touch LaCroix made over the ribbon as he pointed to a painting.
..Paris, France..
"Come Nicholas, surely you can see that this painting will be among the many greats," LaCroix said as he subtly adjusted the black ribbon in the blond curls of his companion.
"No, all I can see if a demented mind that portrays women with three breasts and can't match his colors," Nick replied defiantly, feeling a bit fussed over and smothered, for it was always like this, these last few centuries. 'Education' was how LaCroix put it, Nick saw it as a waste of time.he wanted to play 'other games' especially with a fine young blond of his own.if given the chance, but LaCroix was always there.underfoot.
"Ah, mon fils (my son), you seem to lack imagination," LaCroix smirked easily.
"No, what I lack is interest," he grumbled, swiping away the hand that once more tried to play with the ribbon in his hair. "This is all well and good, LaCroix, but I have plan of my own."
"Chasing wenches again are we," LaCroix quipped nastily, silently closing himself off.
"She is no wench, and I suggest you watch your tongue," Nick growled as he prepared to leave.
"Consider it watched," LaCroix said uncaringly as he moved toward another painting. After hearing a few footsteps, LaCroix turned to see the black ribbon on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
LaCroix blinked a moment, wondering why he had that memory return to him. He blinked at Vachon and gave a charming smile, taking note of the white ribbon in the dark hair. "I am fine." he stopped but for a half second.Nicholas was here. That was why he had the memory. He searched quickly with his mind and knew they were being watched and the last thing he wanted was to drive a wedge between the two lovers.that would hinder his goal of bringing Nicholas back into the fold.plus, he was enjoying the little wild one's company. He gave a half turn, "Seems we are blessed with company tonight," he said charmingly, giving no hints to his thoughts away.
Vachon turned and saw his lover and glowed. LaCroix had to admit, this young one had a bright and fiery spirit and he was quickly becoming fond of him. He watched as Vachon dashed to his lover's side and hugged his Nicholas and a tad of jealousy filled him, though for a moment he was lost as to which one he was suddenly feeling it for.
Nick hugged his lover and seeing his dark eyes blaze for him dashed his concerns and fears.and jealousy.though for a brief moment he was unsure of who he was jealous over. He kissed his lover's cheek, "I missed you," he whispered.
"As I you, Mi Amor (my love)," Vachon purred. Then stepped back since this was not the place for such public affection. "What brings you here?" he asked easily, not feeling the bit guilty for spending time with LaCroix.it felt natural in a way. LaCroix was like the parent he never had and Nick the lover he always wanted.he was happy.
"As I said, I missed you. I also thought that perhaps you could go to my loft and get a few of my things, this way I don't have to go back there and get stuck."
"She still at it?" Vachon inquired, concerned for his lover as he felt LaCroix make his way up to them.
"Yes, but I dare not lose my temper fully."
"Why not, it would serve her right, meddling in affairs that do not concern her," LaCroix stated, feeling that if the conversation was presented, he could freely participated.
"Look, Natalie is my friend."
"But she's not acting like one," Javier pointed out; not wanting an argument to start between these two, for it would kill the rest of the night and his morning. "Look. I'll get your things and bring it to the club where we can spend the night.Tracy's been staking out the church," he added in a snicker, so Nick would think that was the 'real' reason he suggested the club. It was also because the club was becoming more of a home to him than any other place ever had.
"That'll be great," Nick agreed, also not wanting an argument with his Father, that would keep him away from his lover. "And.you're right, she really has not been acting the friend."
"Why don't you tell her the truth," LaCroix said, trying to keep his tone light, sensing the younger two wanted to avoid conflict.
"Its.not that easy." Nick replied, not quiet arguing the point.
"Well, you might want to think about it," Javier suggested, gently taking Nick by the arm and leading him toward the exit, unsure if LaCroix would follow, wait or leave. He did know that if the two men stayed together it would result in more conversation and the two were not ready for that.yet.if ever. Nick had a lot of pent up anger at being smothered and LaCroix had a lot of pent up anger at being rejected and ignored. Vachon couldn't help but feel he was the perfect go between.he 'wanted' to be 'smothered' as Nick put it, by a Father figure and he could give his Nick his 'freedom' when and where he needed it. The problem was he was sure that if Nick found out about his new 'arrangement' Nick would 'not' be so open minded to the idea. He didn't want to rock his happy world, wanting it to last as long as possible, knowing that it would never last forever, but he would saver it as long as he could. "Anything in particular you want?" he asked Nick as they stepped into the chilly cold air.
"Besides you," Nick grinned tenderly, "Just my overnight bag.and some clothes for work tomorrow.nothing too flashy," he smirked, knowing his lover liked the more 'loud' colors on him.
"Okay, I promise, night bag and a Mr. boar suit," he laughed and then placed a short quick kiss on his lover's lips. "What time should I expect you?" he asked, wanting to be ready for his lover.
"I get off around 3:30, so expect be between then and four," Nick told him and then headed off, feeling good about his plans for the night.
Vachon watched his lover drive off and then felt the presence of his companion from earlier by his side. He shifted his eyes, to get a peripheral view of and saw the longing.just for a moment, but it was there, then gone once he fully turned to look at LaCroix. "Did you want to cut the evening short," Vachon asked, giving the older vampire the option of what he wanted to do, in order to keep things civil, not that he doubted that if LaCroix wanted to cut an evening short, he would let a petty think called manners or obligation stop him.
LaCroix stood silent for a long moment than brought himself back from wherever he had been. "No, there is no need to cut your education short, mon chaton (my kitten)," he grinned, pleased with the slight blush that filled the golden cheeks as he gestured to his right, not bothering to go back into the building hosting the art exhibit.
*********
Vachon was a doubly good mood, for his evening with LaCroix was as always as of late, enlightening and strangely enchanting, as he allowed himself to be swept up into the older vampire's charm. Now he was gathering his lover's clothes so they could spend a much over due night together.
He made sure that Nick would have everything he would need to take a shower and change for work when it came time. He picked out a simple light brown shirt and tan pants, which would make his lover look delicious but not too tempting, so not to tempt others. Giving the apartment one last look around, since it was getting late and he knew Nick would be meeting him at the club, he noticed Nick's leather jacket and decided to bring it too, since he liked his lover in leather. //Perhaps I can get him to wear it,// he thought, meaning nothing but the jacket.
He launched himself to the skylight and closed it carefully. Then he scouted around to be sure it was safe to depart and noticed a familiar car on the corner.Natalie's car. //Bitch really is staking out the place,// he mentally growled.
"Well, if you insist on playing game," he snickered to himself and took to the dark sky only to land in a nearby ally. He made sure Nick's stuff was secure and not to touch anything in the ally as he blurred and was now behind Natalie's car. He looked around and saw no one, so felt secure when he vamped, allowing his nails to grow into the deadly claws they were capable of and with two quick and fierce swipes, punctured the back two tires, then dashed back to the ally to watch.
His dark side was pleased to see Natalie seeming shocked and a bit pale as she got out of her car to see what had happened so suddenly. Vachon knew that she might be able to figure out what happened, but even still, he was sure not right away. Seeing her heading to a near by pay phone, he took once more to the sky, feeling pleased with himself.
He landed near by the club and entered from the front door and moved to the back to the stairwell that lead to the room he had been staying in for the last few months and was thrilled to note that his Nick was there waiting for him. He was barely in the door when Nick slammed it closed and pressed him to the wall, forgoing the items in his hand, as Nick devoured his mouth with his own.
"I've missed you," he growled in a half gasp and sucked any reply Vachon had out of his mouth, so only a deep moan of passion was heard.
Nick was wild tonight, having been so long, ripping the clothes off his lover, lapping at the scratches he caused with his tongue, leaving his lover naked and a quivering mass of flesh beneath him. There would be little foreplay this time around, as Nick was hard with need for his lover and took him with a primal need unmatched by any lover but his Vachon.it was one of many reasons he had fallen in love with this young vampire. Vachon understood his needs like no other lover ever had, and had no problems giving it to him.surrendering himself if need be, or taking charge when the moment called for it. Now demanded complete submission from his lover and he got it and savored every bit of it as he made claim of his lover over and over again and would for most of the night.
There was no talking this night as Nick's passions and needs took precedent, and Vachon had no problem meeting Nick's desires, for his matched his lover in rhythm and in intensity, as they both drank deeply of each other's blood, savoring and experiencing the other's passions first hand, and sampling their own as it was reflected back at them during the vampric kiss they share off and on all night.
Briefly Javier noticed that there were plenty of bloodwine.human.in the room to sustain them through the night. He also noticed that when Nick was at his height of his passion, he didn't seem to care what he drank.he just did so.and deeply. //So, that's your ploy with me,// Vachon had mentally deduced, seeing more of LaCroix's interest in him, but again, so long as he was happy, he would play the game.a game he knew he would inevitablely lose.
****End of Part Six****