The amber glow from the candle light seemed to abruptly distract the young vampire. A look of frustration creased his brow as he struggled to pinpoint his master.
LaCroix may not have truly deserted him, but neither had he made this lesson of finding him an easy one for his newest child. A softly hissing tone in French, "Yesss...Listen. Feel my voice, Nicolas. Follow it's essence. Ease your mind. The force will beckon you."
Suddenly a yellow haze that matched the illuminated passage, surged into the eyes of the lost man. Determination replaced the previous frustration. He strode purposely forward. A tug of known destination guided his course. Rounding a stony corner, the Crusader de Brabant faced his mentor.
A small smile of bemused satisfaction traced the corners of the elders lips, his eyes closed. LaCroix took a moment to savor his protege's success. In English, "I'm pleased Nicholas. You've done well." He rewarded his son with a look of adoration. Then he opened his arms in a gesture of acceptance.
The wild haired blond expressed great relief at finishing the test. Gratitude eminated from him as he was finally reunited with his master. Nicholas willingly swept into the pro-offered embrace.
The kiss exchanged, though surprisingly, was not unwelcomed. Eagerly LaCroix returned the oral caress.
The young vampire grasped the formidible one before him closer, intensifying the deed. Breaking away, a glint of gold shone in his eyes,Nicholas remarked deeply, "I'm honored to know that I did not disappoint you."
"Oh...my child," Lacroix returned, "you do not disappoint in any way." As he reclaimed the lips he so recently tasted.
The other leaned languidly into the physical and emotional sensation. To the power issuing forth from the man so recently responsible for all he felt, sensed, was...now. Though unbidden, Nicholas could not halt the arousal that became painfully evident. A slow growl arose from his throat.
Slyly, intoxicated by the thrill of his new found abilities, "What other lessons do you have to teach me?" A hooded glance, "Master?"
The taunting assertion startled even the ancient LaCroix. Outwardly he remained composed. Well aware of the wayward passions thrumming through his son. He remarked evenly, "Why, my dear one, whatever do you mean?"
"This!" As the lad pressed his palm firmly to the bulge obvious on the others groin. He squeezed it minutely. "Janette was not the only one who wanted me, was she? Why else would you be tutoring me so...enthusiastically?" He slid his hand deliberately and smoothly along the trapped shaft and looked up into the eyes of the pallid elder. He grinned.
LaCroix stiffened his back slightly, though he did not pull away. This side of his young creation had not previously been exhibited. Such a lustful openmindedness, he thought. He had not expected the personal contact. Stepping back, "Although I appreciate your...intimate attentions, I fear the magnitude of your recent experience has just carried over to...anyone, you may share it with."
"No. I want to 'experience' all of the power, that you can offer me." came the reply. Nicholas pulled away too, seductively, with decided purpose. He slowly removed his clothing. His deep blue eyes never left the haunting pale depths of his master's. He eventually stood nude, confronting the tall form staring at him. He stepped forward again, "Show me. Make me feel more than just your voice in my mind. I want to feel your force in my...body."
Lacroix looked a moment, to appreciate the naked lad confronting him.His thoughts drifted, This is ludicrous! he mused to himself. I'll be forever damned if I take him in this 'weakened' state. Rationalizing, But he is correct. He perceived it without my coercion. It was more than Janette who wanted him. Internal decision made, he guardedly divested his own body of his garments. Than I shall be damned. Pray, I have an eternity for him to forgive me.
The golden eyed one stared in pleasure as he watched the man before him undress. A twinge of improvidence emerged from his subconscious. He promptly pushed it down, to be hidden away in a dark corner of his mind. His physical needs wanted to be fulfilled. Now. And as much as they clashed against what he knew as moral, his freshly immortal being did not care. "Take me. As your own, a willing...slave." Nicholas found himself saying, breathed out in an abandon that he never realized he had.
LaCroix drawled in French, "Yes...my...Nicolas." He moved forward to hold his child. Kissing him deeply. His long fingers tangled amid the pale yellow tresses, in almost desperate desire. Thickly, in King's English, "Turn around dear one, place your hands on the wall." He gently eased himself between the ivory legs. His lips traced across the cool nape, to the shoulders and down along the taut spine.
A shudder of pleasure issued from the knight.
Another small step closer and LaCroix dipped his hands to feather up the trembling back of Nicholas' thighs. He reached the firm round cheeks of his son, parting them slightly. His erection grazed the downy hair of the others' legs. Whispering, "Remember, child, if I did not love you...I would not have chosen you. Try not to hate me for the desire we will now share, so early in your training."
In what appeared to be an instant of surprising insight and clarity, Nicholas turned a honeyed gaze to his master. "Of couse I will hate you. As I will also love you in return. This short time I have spent being a vampire has proven to me that all my pains and passions for you will be examined. And I have an eternity to experience them, correct? As I will with all emotions I have for everything and everyone. But now...I wish to 'experience' your lust for me. Prove your love. Before you teach me to abhor it."
He turned to face the wall again, palms pressed flat to the damp stone. His back arched invitingly, a hand fiercely reached back to catch his mentor's thigh, pulling him forward. He growled deeply from within his breast. "Enough talk. Satisfy...us...both..." Then almost begging, "Please?!"
That last verbal declaration was the final prompting LaCroix needed. His control was barely contained as it was. One cool hand grabbed Nicholas' hip roughly. The other guided his painfully hard shaft to the virginal opening so near. He paused briefly to smear some of the pink precome onto the tight ring of muscle confronting him.
Nicholas moaned.
LaCroix leaned in, to lightly kiss his child's back. He added, with a sincerity he shared with few others, "This will be, initially, painful."
Sighing at the touch, senses hightened, the recipient answered calmly, "I expected no less. The pain followed by the pleasure." Leaning back, "Now, LaCroix!"
The thrust that followed made Nicholas cry out. If he were still human the searing sensation would have made him retch. His head spasmatically butted into the stone wall. The scent of his own blood intensified the act. Hoarsely, practically inaudible, he choked out, "Harder!" He backed up to be penetrated more deepy. His spine bowed, allowing his hold to encircle his master's head. His lips sought contact with any part of the supple white flesh it could find. Lowered feedteeth scraped harshly across the giver's skin. Nicholas drew more blood, not his own.
LaCroix almost lost all of his control. He shifted his hand to hastily stroke the erected expanse of cold heat his son exhibited. His own thrusting quickly lost it's intended rhythm. The other's neck was too close, that coupled with the twinned scent of blood... He bite visciously as he pumped his loins without comprehension. As the first spurt of thick salty fluid entered his mouth his orgasm was wrenched from him. A throaty snarl unleashed itself from his lips.
Nicholas, upon feeling the harsh tearing at his neck, spasmed as he came. Bucking uncontrollably to the duel ministrations, his own sounds of gratification matched the intensity of his creator's.
He smiled, gasping, "I hate you already." No longer able to stand on his own, he dropped sluggishly to his knees. Exhausted, eyes closing.
LaCroix followed his child to the floor, slowly withdrawing, as they descended. He held Nicholas closely as they sank down. He turned him in his lap, to kiss parted lips softly. Murmuring, "I only hope you will wish to 'hate' me again...some day, mon amour."
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