CHANGES OF HEART
 
 

NICK/LACROIX   Sexually explicit as always     BY:   gail Andrea
         TREKKINN@AOL.COM
 

Nick was fuming.  LaCroix had shown up again at the station. "Just coming by  to see how you
are doing my dear boy."  He had to be kidding.  LaCroix had to  know that it embarrassed him
to have his master show up like a love struck  puppy.  He was also getting pretty tired of having
LaCroix slink through his skylight whenever it suited him.  But, he had to admit, there was a bit
of a thrill in knowing the hold he had over his old master.  He always thought LaCroix was in
control of their relationship, but it was becoming very clear to Nicholas that the opposite was
true.  Why hadn't it dawned on him before?   "All these centuries."  He said outloud as he drove
home..."all this time I thought he had an iron grip on me, and in reality I have the control...He
can't resist me."  Nick laughed until blood tears ran down his face.  It was beginning to excite
him.  He wanted LaCroix.  He wanted him now as badly as he wanted him in the beginning.
"Oh God."  Nick was remembering that first night...those first years.  He changed direction and
drove to the Raven.  "It's my turn to be the master now."

Nick finally understood his own potential.  All the wavering between good and evil, the years of
running away from the one person he could never live without.  "Good and Evil...black and white.
There is no such thing.  We all cross the boundaries between light and dark, and somewhere if
we're lucky, we find a balance."  His mind was whirling with new determination.  "Screw the
cow's blood.  I'm a vampire.  I chose this life with my eyes opened, and I've spent centuries
running around with them closed.  It's over."

He had spent the whole ride to the Raven ranting outloud to himself.  Now he sat across the
street from the Nightclub.  It was 3 AM on a Friday night, and the place was packed.  He felt a
newborn sense of power and control as he walked through the doors.  The music was playing at
a fevered pitch, bodies moving desperately to the heart-pounding rythm.  As he moved through
the crowd, mortal and vampire alike cut a subtle path for him.  It was a subconcious act of respect
for Nicholas that moved the others aside. Until this moment he had essentially been a non-
threatening shadow of his master to the others, but he had now become in part, his own master,
and the intense change in him moved like a silent tremor through the room.  He knew LaCroix
was waiting.
 

He was there in front of the bar, like  the Lord of the Manor, appearing to be in perfect control,
silently observing the crowd, but deeply aware of his son's presense.  The two vampires faced
each other.  Nicholas moved closer...closer...until they stood inches apart, each catching the
scent of excitement from the other, like the old days before a good hunt.

Normally at this point Lacroix would have begun one of his usual repartees with his only son, but
tonight was different.  There would be none of the usual banter.  LaCroix felt the focused power
and intense sexual desire pouring into him through the link.  Nicholas had dropped his guard and
let all the ancient love for his master wash over LaCroix, and it left his father unable to utter a
sound.  It  was the moment he had only dreamed of...when his son would finally let go of his
mortality and stand beside him as an equal.  But LaCroix also knew it meant that he too had  to
change.  He would have to relinquish some of his own dominance that had prevailed through their
long,  intensely passionate, often volatile relationship.

Nick reached for LaCroix's hand.  Another first. LaCroix usually made all the first moves.  He let
himself be led by his son as they weaved their way to the back of the Raven.  They moved further
and further away from the noise, silently walking up stairs and through rooms.  Finally they came to
LaCroix's sanctuary...only the slight throbbing bass of the music below reached their sensitive ears
like the pulse of a beating heart.

The room smelled of new carpeting and fresh paint.  Warm and inviting...all white and clean...the
carpet... thick white pile under their shoes.  Nick slipped his shoes and socks off to feel the dense
fibers. LaCroix did the same.  A fireplace with a creamy white mantle stood in the corner, a fire
crackling within it.. a pale cream chaise lounge sat in front of it...long windows lined the room...they
reached from ceiling to floor...slightly opened to the night air...they blew a cool breeze through pale
gauze drapes.  And in  the center of the room stood a huge white cast iron bed.  The same gauze
hung loosely from its canopy, bathing the bed in  warm inviting shadows. Upon the bed... cool crisp
bedding of the same creamy white...  Layers of pillows....A thick down comforter...Nicholas looked
at his father with an inquisitive eye.  "I decided it was time for a change, Nicholas. I thought this
would be...soothing."  "It's beautiful, LaCroix.  You knew I was coming here, didn't you?"  Nicholas
could see the fire had been burning for a while.   "I know everything about you my son.  I always have."

Nick peered into his master's blue eyes.  He felt the pale smooth skin of the perfect face.  He knew
every line, every curve of his master, but he was seeing him for the first time.  LaCroix moved into
the touch, letting his hands run through his son's  thick blond curls.  Nicholas shivered slightly at the
renewed intimacy.   " Do you realize how much I've missed you Nicholas?"

"Have I disappointed you, LaCroix?"

"Never, mon fils....You had to find your own way...in your own time...and I am very patient."  They
both smiled, and in perfect unison said..."and we have all the time in the world...and they smiled in
delight and expectation.

Nicholas gently coaxed LaCroix's face down to meet his own, and  the scent of his master filled him.
Gently their lips touched, and electric shocks of pleasure coursed  through them.   Nicholas moved
his arms around LaCroix's well muscled back, pulling him closer.  LaCroix responded by wrapping
his fingers through his son's thick mane of hair.  Nick gently nudged his master's mouth open with his
tongue, exploring the cool wetness within, running his tongue  over the thick, full lips, biting gently and
sucking the droplets of blood into his mouth .  The taste exploded on his tongue.  His knees felt weak,
as the physical and emotional sensations overwhelmed him after so long an absence.

Each sensual gesture was familiar to them, but there was now a subtle  change within their bond.
LaCroix had been the pursuer for so long that the giving over of power was a surprising  and pleasant
relief.  He  let out a deep moan as Nicholas continued to explore his mouth...then breaking the kiss his
son  moved his tongue down the alabaster neck, finding the most sensitive spot between his neck and
shoulder.  LaCroix tensed as Nicholas  barely broke the skin, sampling  the delights that awaited him.
When he lifted his head,  Nicholas found himself staring deep into the depths of  golden desire.
Nicholas stepped backwards pulling his father along towards the bed.

Nicholas turned LaCroix and slowly began to push him down onto the bed, but for a moment LaCroix
hesitated.  "What's wrong father?  Are you so used to doing the taking that you are afraid to be taken?"
And without another word he pushed LaCroix down.  Nick quickly removed his own clothing and
stood in naked  perfection over LaCroix. "Now it's your turn my beautiful father."
 

Nick bent over his ancient lover, completely comfortable in his nakedness, his arousal extremely
evident.  LaCroix drank in his son's sensual form as he let  himself be slowly undressed.  Nick
unbuttoned the shirt, running his hands over cool pale flesh.  Erect nipples were begging for
attention, and Nicholas bent low to kiss and tease  the tasty buds.  His erection pressed against his
master, and LaCroix tilted his hips up to feel more of it.  "Not so fast, my master.  You always told
ME to be patient."  LaCroix growled low in his throat as he tried to relax back onto the bed.
Nicholas slid off the bed and onto his knees as he opened and began removing LaCroix's pants.
Then he threw them aside revealing a smooth hard steel shaft, dripping with cool wetness.  "MMM...I
want to fill you my son."   "Not this time LaCroix."

Nick leaned up to take the tip of his father's erection in his mouth.  Lacroix held his breath as the wide
sensuous mouth closed over his arousal.  "Oh Gods,  Nicholas."  LaCroix twisted his fingers through
his son's hair in an effort to push Nicholas' mouth further down over his aching sex, but Nick was not
going for it.  He pulled LaCroix's hands down to his sides and held them there, teasing and licking his
master into a frenzy.  "Nicholas."  LaCroix hissed..."You're pushing your luck!"  "Not far enough
LaCroix...Not quite yet."

Suddenly the tortuous pleasure stopped and Nick pulled his father higher onto the bed by his hands.
He was on top of his ancient lover now.  Their sensitive erections touched and rubbed together.
Nicholas kissed LaCroix deeply, their fangs fully descended and aching with desire for blood and sex.
Nicholas wrapped his tongue around his master's razor -sharp fangs, and LaCroix greedily bit down
into the soft flesh of it.  The taste of his son's blood shocked him into an uncontolled state of desire.
He drank in all the love, need, desire, memories...and above all seething power and strength that
was never there before.

LaCroix tried to turn Nicholas over.  His instinct even now was to dominate.  "NO   LaCroix.....NO."
Nicholas looked into LaCroix's burning eyes.  It was a warning.  "Not this time LaCroix.  Submit to
the pleasure father."  Nicholas did not take his eyes from his father's as he began to push  strong
thighs apart with his hands.  "Nicholas...No."  "Oh yes my sweet father...Oh YES...I want to feel your
tight muscled desire wrap around ME!"  He moved his hands under LaCroix's smooth, well muscled
bottom and lifted him up into position.  "Wrap your legs around me so that my hands will be free
father."  Lacroix obeyed.
 

"I've wanted this for so long...now you belong to ME."  LaCroix was mesmerized by the stunning
beauty of his son.  He glowed with sensual power as he loomed over LaCroix.  He shouted at
Nicholas..."YES...Nicholas...I want you to...take ME...How many times have I taken my pleasure
from YOU?  How many times have I held you down as you struggled aginst MY power?"  Nicholas
let out an animalistic growl and plunged inside his master's tight opening...just far enough to make
LaCroix cry out.  Nicholas refused to lose control.  He waited, letting LaCroix adjust to the new
sensation.  "OH YES FATHER...Is this how it feels when you're inside me?  Is this the pleasure I've
given you for centuries?"  He pushed further in.  It was heaven, tight and yet so yielding.  LaCroix
wrapped himself tightly against his powerful son.  "I want more  Nicholas..I want all of you."  "Then
you shall have it!"  He dove all the way in, never taking his eyes off LaCroix's face.  It was too good.
He pulled out again, nearly all the way and plunged back in again...LaCroix cried out in pleasure and
pain.  It was overwhelmingly erotic, but he wanted more.

Nicholas set a slow, steady rythm, taking his time, enjoying every single second of his victory.
LaCroix tried to reach his own straining erection, but  Nicholas slapped his hand away.  "NO...hands
off."   LaCroix moaned with terrible desire, but he obeyed  the command.  Nicholas could feel himself
rising towards that point of no return.  He grabbed Lacroix's desperate erection in his fist and
masturbated him at the same quickening pace of each of his own thrusts.  LaCroix was tearing  at the
linens, too far gone to care.   Nicholas was filled with the power of his glorious control.  "OH  GODS...
NICHOLAS!!"  LaCroix was going to come first, and Nicholas was ready.   He offered his wrist to his
master...knowing the orgasm of blood and sex would  sweep LaCroix beyond any pleasure he had ever
known.  LaCroix cried out and  came in a gushing torrent as he bit down furiously into his son's wrist,
triggering Nicholas' own incredible orgasm..Nicholas bit deeply into LaCroix's soft willing throat, the
sweet blood of his most beloved master filling him with life, love, and an ancient power.They both rode
wave after wave of intense pleasure, sharing every moment of their lives together, sharing every secret
they were now willing to reveal to each other.

At last their passion began to slow, and LaCroix began to gently lick the wound on his son's wrist until
it healed.  Nicholas soon followed, licking the last remnants of nector from his father's throat.  Nicholas
gently withdrew from LaCroix's body, eliciting a small sigh of dispair from his lover at the parting.  "We
have an eternity together father.  Isn't that what you taught me?"  "Yes, my son, it is."  "Then I'll never
leave you again master...if you still want  me to stay."  "You know I want you Nicholas.  You've always
known."

They were both covered in wetness, but neither one of them cared.  LaCroix wondered if Nicholas
would assume their old sleeping position.  He loved the way his son used to snuggle up beside him,
nuzzling his head just under his father's neck.  But LaCroix knew it was a slightly submissive position,
and Nicholas had grown beyond that need.  It left LaCroix somewhat  saddened.  But as Nicholas slid
down beside his father and tenderly nuzzled himself  into that heavenly position, LaCroix gently kissed
the mound of golden curls.  He knew then that the best part of what they shared would never change.
They both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
 

                                                                   I do love happy endings   -gail-