From: "Wolfman" Save Address Block Sender To: ravensaerie@lantabooks.com Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 09:36:53 +0200 Subject: Freestate (UFstory for archiving in JADFE) FREESTATE by:- Seranne Howis thanx to nicole for beta-reading... alright i'll hit the send button now....hold on i don't own the characters... don't have the time to look after them properly anyway .. they're owned by sony and created by J.Parriott and co. lyrics (yet again) from depeche mode (i'm sorry but that's my favourite UF grope ...er...group.) "freestate" is off the "ultra" album... (distributed by Mute records) this is my first slash story... not tooooo graphics m/m interaction.. if ya don't like it... tough... just don't read it.. =============================== =============================== ----------------- -I can hear your soul crying -listen to your spirit sighing -I can feel your desperation -emotional deprivation ----------------- Nick slammed the door to the interrogation room, almost taking the hinges out the wall. Reese came out the observation room and stopped Nick as he walked past. "Look Knight, you can't go on like this. You've got to take a break, you haven't gone home for three days and you look like shit." Nick rubbed his hands vigorously over his face, trying to keep the beast under control and to hide his gold-flecked eyes from his chief. "I know, I know." He won the battle against his rage, for now at least, and lowered his hands. Looking his chief in the eyes, he said softly, "I just can't face finding another body, not another child, not another doll..." Nick leaned against the wall, "Oh god..." "Nick... go home and that's an order." Reese gave him a shove down the corridor. "Yes sir." He took a few steps down the corridor and then turned back, "If I ever find him.... I don't know if I'll be able to bring him in in one piece... I mean...." "I know what you mean... I feel the same way. But we've got the law to uphold. If we don't do it, nobody else will." Reese waved him away and walked off to his office, a massive pile of folders under his arm. ---------------- Nick got into his car and automatically turned on the radio. He listened to the last monologue of the Nightcrawler's show as he drove home, not really listening to what he said. When it had finished, he switched the radio off again. Unconsciously, he turned the car towards his master's home. It was only when he pulled the car over and switched off the engine that he realized where he had driven. LaCroix knew he was there, and looking at the light in the windows, he felt the invitation to come in humming down their link. He sighed and leaned forward against the steering wheel, just wanting the world to forget that he existed. A while later, he became aware of a light tapping on the window next to him. It could have been only a few seconds after he put his head down, or a century. He sat back in the seat, feeling very detached from himself and reality. Winding down his window, he found himself looking his master in the face. LaCroix was crouched beside the car, leaning on the door. "Would you like to come in, Nicholas? I promise not to start a fight." Nick smiled weakly, "Yeah... why not?" ----------------- -let yourself go -let yourself go -let your feelings show ----------------- Sinking with a heavy sigh into the leather couch, Nick felt the tension in his shoulders relax a little. LaCroix looked his son over critically, noting the total apathy in his posture, and the emotional numbness in their link. Nick had not intentionally closed off the link...he just wasn't feeling anything at all. Nick closed his eyes and leaned forward to sit with his face in his hands. The smell of his master was soaked into this place and he felt like wrapping himself in LaCroix's essence. He knew it would ease all his pain, it would make everything alright again. He felt LaCroix lean over behind him and strong, firm hands began to knead the muscles in his shoulders and neck, massaging the hard knots of tension out of his back. "Nicholas, I still cannot understand why you must work yourself to this state for mere mortals." The shoulders under his expert hands tensed, and LaCroix sighed, "Sorry, mon filles, I promised not to start a fight and I won't." Nick felt his shoulders relax and he groaned in pleasure as the hands began to work their way up the back of his neck. As if that sound had been the lock on his emotional cage, he felt everything from the last three days well up within him. The frustration, the anger and blind rage slammed into him all at once, accompanied by the images of small bloodstained bodies. He suddenly realized he was weeping, sobbing so hard it hurt. He curled up on the floor, retching drily, trying to rid himself of the emotional knots he had tied himself up in. It felt like he was being ripped apart, inside out. LaCroix knelt beside his son and pulled him up and against his chest. Nick felt his master's arms wrap around him and he grabbed LaCroix, trying to meld into him. The arms around Nick tightened and he felt himself being rocked back and forth, LaCroix whispering softly to him. Nick's mind, cowering under the onslaught of images, tried to tell him this wasn't LaCroix' usual response, but his body told his mind to shut up and enjoy it. -------------------- -picking up the conversations -deep in your imagination -tune into the lonely voices -talking of their only choices ---------------------- LaCroix gently rubbed his hands up and down Nick's back, feeling the sobbing trail off. "It's alright, mon amour. I won't let anything hurt you, mon filles." As his tears slowed, Nick snuggled closer to the ancient vampire and hiccupped softly, "Thank you. I needed to hear that." LaCroix smiled faintly and tilted Nick's face upwards. He stroked his thumb along the younger vampire's lips and kissed his forehead. "Any time, Nicholas, any time." He released Nick's shoulders and put both hands along his son's tearstreaked face. Gently, he kissed the tears off his son's cheeks, softly laying his lips over Nick's closed eyes. LaCroix pulled back to study his son's face, "Would you like to tell me what happened?" Nick sniffed and shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it. It's just a case i'm working on. I just..." Nick gestured his frustration, "I'm afraid that when I catch the guy I'm not going to be able to bring him in in one piece." LaCroix raised an eyebrow, "That is a problem?" Nick shot him an acid glance and readied himself to stand and leave, "I knew this was a bad idea." LaCroix grabbed Nick's arms and pulled him back down to kiss him. Nick struggled to pull back, and just as LaCroix was going to give in and let him go, Nick stopped fighting and collapsed against him, tears threatening to start afresh. When Nick finally pulled back slowly, his masters' arms around his waist, he gave his maker a wobbly smile and wiped his face, sniffing vigorously. He hiccupped and grinned weakly, "I don't suppose you know how to cure hiccups as well?" "I've always found a distraction works well." LaCroix said, innuendo heavy in his voice. Nick smiled and tilted his head slightly, "Have you got any handy distractions lying around here somewhere?" "I'm *sure* I can find something." LaCroix purred. ----------------- -let yourself go -let yourself go -let your spirit grow ---------------- Nick shivered at the timbre of his voice and a soft growl escaped his throat, ruined somewhat by the loud hiccup that interrupted it. LaCroix burst out laughing at the surprised expression that crossed Nick's face. Nick giggled in return and soon both vampires were paralytic with laughter, Nick's continuing hiccups only sending them into further paroxysms of hilarity. Finally, completely breathless, both vampires lay on the carpet and stared at the ceiling. LaCroix rolled to his side and looked at Nick. "It seems your hiccups have ceased. Although I must admit, that wasn't the sort of distraction I had in mind." Nick too rolled to his side and looked at his master, wiping fresh blood-tears, this time of laughter, off his face. He reached out and put his hand on LaCroix's hand on the carpet, interweaving their fingers. "I still need a bit of a distraction from my work..." --------------- -step out of your cage -and onto the stage -it's time to start -playing your part -freedom awaits -open the gate -open your mind -freedom's a state ---------------- LaCroix pulled Nick's hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. His son wiggled closer across the carpet and came to rest a foot away. Nick gave his master a shy smile and reached out to undo the buttons on LaCroix's shirt. Master and fledgling locked eyes and felt a mutual thrum of excitement along their link. LaCroix released his son's hand and pulled Nick's black tee-shirt out the band of his jeans. Interrupting his son's button-loosening momentarily, he pulled the shirt over Nick's head and tossed it away. Running his hands up Nick's chest, he gently rubbed the pads of his thumbs over Nick's nipples. Nick shivered and leaned forward, kissing the V of pale flesh that was revealed as further buttons were undone. Sliding his tongue across the cool skin of the master vampire's chest, Nick nibbled carefully on the skin around a sensitive nipple, fangs brushing against it, seemingly by accident more than design. LaCroix gasped and breathed out heavily, his breath ruffling Nick's tousled hair. His hands slid around Nick's chest to his back, up his neck and came to rest in his blond locks. Curling his fingers into Nick's hair, he held the blond vampire's head against his chest, moaning as Nick suckled gently on his nipples, swopping from one to the other. He moved his hands down to Nick's shoulders and gripped tighter as Nick moved lower down his chest. Leaving a wet trail of kisses across his belly, Nick stopped to undo LaCroix's trousers and slid a hand inside. Moving up to lie face to face with his lover, Nick slowly stroked the rapidly growing erection, his other hand sliding down to his own zip, to find LaCroix already undoing his fly. LaCroix slid both hands inside Nick's trousers, carefully mirroring his son's movements, timing his strokes to coincide with Nick's, his other hand gently cupping Nick's balls. LaCroix watched Nick's face, his child's own pleasure, reflected in his fey eyes and soft snarls, sending his desire soaring. Every moan and sigh almost sent him over the edge, but it was much too soon to let go of his self-control. ----------------- -I can taste the tears falling -the bitterness inside you calling -yearning for a liberation -emotional emancipation ----------------- Nick however didn't seem to share this sentiment and pushed LaCroix over onto his back. Straddling his hips, Nick's hands still working at LaCroix's groin, the blond vampire dove forward to nip the skin at the crook of LaCroix's neck. One particularly sharp bite broke the skin and Nick lapped up the blood that spilt out, purring rhythmically as he swallowed. Rocking back and forth in time to his purrs, Nick closed his eyes and felt himself drown in his master's scent and taste, all his senses becoming so intermingled that he felt like he was floating in a sea of sensation. His near-hypnotic trance slowed his skyrocketing state of arousal and allowed LaCroix to regain control of the situation. Easing his son off his neck, he rolled forward and over, nearly braining them both on the coffee table as he landed with a heavy thud on top of his son. With a negligent flick of his wrist, LaCroix sent the table crashing across the lounge. Nick snarled at him and tried to roll out of the subordinate position, his hands trapped between their bodies. LaCroix snarled back and his offspring's increasing violent efforts gave the older vampire the chance he needed. He flipped Nick onto his stomach, growling in satisfaction as he levered Nick's legs open beneath him. Nick felt the rock-hard shaft rubbing against his thighs and stopped struggling to get away. All he wanted now was LaCroix inside him, over him and around him, all three at once if possible. ----------------- -let yourself go -let yourself go -let your senses overflow ----------------- Sensing that his son wasn't going to struggle anymore, LaCroix sat up and crouched over Nick's legs. He pulled Nick's jeans down, past his knees and over his feet, taking his shoes and socks with them. Pulling his shirt and pants off as well, LaCroix stripped to his cool skin and lay down on his son's right-hand side. Nick crossed his arms and pillowed his head on them, smiling at his lover. LaCroix leaned forward and kissed Nick deeply, as he used his left hand to brush the blond hair off an ear, all the better to nibble on it. He slid the three middle fingers of his left hand into his mouth and made sure they were well wetted, then, sliding his left hand down the younger man's back, he licked and nibbled around the edge of Nick's ear. Nick moaned as he felt two strong fingers reach behind him and into him, pushing gently inside. LaCroix felt Nick begin to relax and, as he stroked in and out, Nick's hips begin to move in time to his slow finger-fucking. Another finger was inserted and Nick began to thrust into the carpet, beyond control. His ecstatic growls increased in volume as the intrusive fingers were pushed deeper. He groaned in disappointment as the fingers were pulled out, but quickly quieted as LaCroix lay on top of him, readying to push himself inside Nick. LaCroix matched thought to action and thrust into Nick with both mind and body. The younger vampire screamed in pleasure at the mental and physical entry, arching his back and dropping all his mental shields. Thrusting into Nick, LaCroix pushed deeper with every movement until he was completely inside him, every thrust caressing his oversensitive cock from base to tip. Nick and LaCroix's minds began to fuse, both seeking oblivion in each other. For a few brief seconds a new entity of [nick|lacroix] existed on the crest of their shared orgasms, but the split second ended with a torturously-sweet rip back into reality and their own bodies. Their intermingled roars of pleasure sounded in both their minds, echoed by the bloodlust that hit them both. LaCroix struck the back of Nick's shoulder, drinking deeply of his son's essence, while Nick simultaneously bit into his sire's arm and drank just as deeply from him. Their circuit of blood let them reshare their climax, mingling together again, but not as completely as before. Gradually the hunger was assuaged and the feeding trailed off. ---------------- -step out of your cage -and onto the stage -it's time to start -playing your part -freedom awaits -open the gate -open your mind -freedom's a state ---------------- Panting heavily, LaCroix carefully disengaged from Nick and settled back down on top of him, knowing that Nick liked this position. Panting just as hard, Nick squirmed slightly to the left to ease the weight on his groin and sighed contentedly. "I don't think I could handle that sort of cure for hiccups too often." "Complaints, mon amour?" "Hmm-mm...no... just.." Nick yawned hugely, "exhausted." A few moments later, Nick was sleeping soundly, wrapped in his master's arms. ---------------- -freedom's a state ---------------- Nick was awakened a couple of hours later, by a repetitive tickling sensation along his neck. The second thing he noticed was a soft rythmic sound, just next to his left ear. It took a few moments for Nick to realize that both were caused by the same thing that was weighing him down. LaCroix was still lying on top of him and snoring softly in his ear. Nick chuckled affectionately and went back to sleep, a halfsmile still on his face. ============ finis ============