Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:41:22 -0700 (MST) Subject: Sometime When We Leave (01) The sky was dark. Wasn't it always? He was only ever out at night, all he ever saw was the darkness. He sighed. He felt old. Very, very old. How long since he'd seen the sun? How long since he'd cared? LaCroix walked along the street, heading nowhere. The park nearby was silent, no heartbeats disturbed his silence. Just as well- he didn't feel like feeding and he hated to waste nocturnal guests to the reclusive area. He kicked a rock, and watched it skitter. He felt so.. empty tonight. Usually when he felt this way he went hunting, or visited Nicholas, taunting him with one thing or another. But neither escape seemed appealing tonight. Actually, what he really wanted was something he didn't think he would ever have again. The rift was too great, had been there too long, for him to ever have it again.. "So what do you think?" "I think he'll be fine. Just let him rest." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. Look- he's strong, he's recovered from worse. He'll be fine." Nick sighed. "Ok.." Janette squeezed his hand. "Nichola.. he will be fine. He has to." She looked down at the unconscious body of LaCroix. "We will let him rest. Come.." She moved away, held out her hand to take Nick with her from the room. "No.. not just yet. I think I'll stay awhile." Janette looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "I will return tomorrow night. Call me if.. if he wakes up." She changed what she had been about to say, bu Nick didnt seem to notice the pause, or what it covered. He nodded, and didn't watch as she went. His eyes were on LaCroix. Burned, weakened, nearly dead. He couldn't believe it. Nick had been on his way home, when he'd felt the pull, the clutching at his soul, his mind.. He'd never felt it before, but realised it was LaCroix. He was feeling him the way LaCroix had always felt his own presence. There were no words, but Nick felt the pain seering through. He'd leapt into the sky and headed for the source of the pain. Though he wasn't sure how he did it, he zeroed in on LaCroix with unerring accuracy. He'd found LaCroix collapsed in a parking lot.. right next to a Catholic church. Janette had landed beside him at almost the same time, together they'd picked him up and carried him home. LaCroix hadn't woken, they had no idea what had happened. Nick decided to stay, until LaCroix woke up. He had to know. He had to know the man was all right. He settled into a chair beside LaCroix's bed, and watched him. Once LaCroix opened his eyes, but said nothing. He simply stared at the ceiling, needing.. Nick watched for a moment, tried saying his name, but got no response. He realised suddenly what he should be doing, and flew into the kitchen and grabbed several bottles of blood. He returned, also with a wide-mouthed mug, and poured some. The smell enticed him, but he ignored it for now. What was important was getting LaCroix to drink. He held his head, and lifted his mouth to the cup. LaCroix drank through two bottles without saying a word, or even seeming to be aware of his surroundings. Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Nick relaxed when he saw the burns on his face begin to heal. He thought about calling Janette, but a yawn overtook him. The sun was up, and he was exhausted from the last few nights' endless work. He stood up and crawled onto the bed next to LaCroix. Draping one arm over his chest, as if to help him recover by shher moral support, Nick fell asleep. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA16604; Fri, 24 Feb 1995 23:52:48 +0500 id AA17696; Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:48:26 -0700 Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:48:25 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 02 (fwd) at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:05:15 -0700 (MST) From: Gila Mind, Gila Soul Subject: Sometime When We Leave 02 Nick felt very warm. His sleep had been filled with pleasant dreams, starring Schanke, Nat, and fish. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but it had been fun. He felt something move, and heard through his just-waking up fog, "Nicholas?" The voice sounded quite surprised. Nick opened his eyes, and saw LaCroix staring at him. "LaCroix!" He sat up quickly. "Are you all right? How do you feel?" "Confused.. and amased. Why are you in my bed?" Nick checked his face, the burns were completely gone. "You called me.. you were hurt, burned. I.. I was afraid you might die. Janette and I brought you here. You.. you didn't look well, so I stayed. Are you all right?" LaCroix heard the genuine concern in Nicholas' voice. He kept himself from smiling, easily done by remembering last night. "I feel fine, now. Did you.. feed me?" "Two bottles. You slept, after." LaCroix nodded. "Thank you, Nicholas." "You're all right?" Nick had the feeling he'd asked this before. "Yes, Nicholas. I am fine." "Good." Nick nodded. He wondered if he should leave, now. Well, there was something else, first. "What happened?" LaCroix looked away, stared at the blankets. He leaned against the headboard and debated whether or not to say anything. Then he sighed. "I wanted to know.. what it was like.. what it was.. I've seen you, go inside a church, hold a cross, shake the hand of a priest with only the least amount of discomfort. I wanted to know.. what kind of strength that took." Nick was completely taken aback. It hadn't been the answer he'd expected. He had no clue what to say. He just stared at LaCroix, as the older vampire tugged nervously at the sheets. "So now I know. And I must say.. regardless of your..reasons, I am impressed. You have a strength.. I do not have." Nick didn't hear resignation in LaCroix's voice, only simple concession. As if the vampire was simply admitting they were two different people, with different values and different abilities. He felt a surge of..something, at the realisation. "Thank you." LaCroix glanced up, with a ghost of a grin. "You're welcome." They simply smiled for a few moments, then Nick cleared his throat. "I should call Janette." "The sun will be up in a few hours. She'll come over, and find out I'm all right. Even if you call she'll come. Save yourself the trouble." He smiled. Nick nodded, somewhat nervously. "I suppose I should.." well he couldn't leave, he realised. The sun was up. LaCroix saw the still full bottles laying on the floor. "I regret I cannot offer you something to drink." "That's all right." Nick's voice was soft. LaCroix looked at him, and was amused by the irony. Wasn't this whathe'd been despairing would never happen? He was glad Nick couldn't hear his thoughts. "But I can.. sort of." He teased, grinning when LaCroix's eyes grew wide. "You.." "I dont know why, but.. you called me, when you were hurt. And ever since.. I can feel some things. I imagine you could hide them from me, if you wanted." Nick shrugged. "I can see that I will." LaCroix's usual tone of deceit sounded his words. Then his voice softened. "But not yet." The eager, uncertain hopefullness was too hard to vocalise. He looked at Nick, wondering. This time Nick's eyes grew wide. His breath escaped in a wordless whisper. "You.." He paused. After so long? You still..? he thought the words. LaCroix let the need, the truth, the love show in his face and mind. "I have always needed you, Nicholas." Nick swallowed. He hadn't expected LaCroix's feeling to remain. after so many centuries of hatred, of fighting, he'd thought the love had long since turned to stone. But he saw in LaCroix's eyes the same burning passion that he'd seen the first night, that he'd felt almost every night for what now seemed like no time at all, barely fifty years. And he felt the same passion burning inside his own chest, spreading thourgh his body as he saw the way LaCroix looked at him, drawing him closer with a glance.. Nick leaned forward in a flash, and kissed LaCroix. His thoughts telegraphing his motion, LaCroix met him, grabbing at his arm and opening his mouth to meet him.. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA16608; Fri, 24 Feb 1995 23:53:41 +0500 id AA50534; Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:49:22 -0700 Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:49:21 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 03 (fwd) Now you're gonna have to wait, cause FK is on in 7 minutes and the fourth part aint writ yet. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 21:21:48 -0700 (MST) From: Gila Mind, Gila Soul Subject: Sometime When We Leave 03 Nick felt LaCroix's tongue meet his. Running over his teeth, tasting his mouth; Nick did the same, revelling in the sensations he thougth he only half-rememebered. LaCroix brought a hand up and began undoing buttons, fingering gently brushing against Nick's skin, tantilising and promising of future touches. Nick leaned back and removed his shirt once the button were all open. LaCroix took advantage of the moment and removed his own shirt, and after an almost unnoticable hesitation, he removed his pants and underwwear as well. Nick remained where he was, leaning against the headboard, and began to unzip his jeans. LaCroix moved it out of the way, and slowly brought the zipper down. He ran his hands down the sides of Nick's legs, Nick leaned his head back feeling a groan beginning in the back of his throat. If LaCroix kept on, the moan would soon become a growl. LaCroix ran his hands all the way down to his feet, where he quickly removed Nick's socks. He crawled back up to the top of nick's jeans, and stopped. He smiled at Nick. "You must admit, the current fashions are *much* easier to remove.." Nick laughed. LaCroix grinned and pulled the jeans down, just past the hips. He gave Nick an appreciative 'Hmm' at the sight of the black silk boxers. Nick grinned, knowing they had been because of LaCroix' influence. LaCroix leaned forward, down, and rubbed his cheek against the fabric. Nick felt his muslces tighten, and he wanted desperately to rip his jeans off and get on with it. LaCroix smiled at his sudden explosion of need, and even more slowly, ran his chin along the bulge of fabric. "Oh.. LaCroix!" Nick hissed through clenched teeth. LaCroix relented for a moment and pushed himself back, dragging Nick's jeans down with him. Nick kicked them off, then lay still, waiting. LaCroix lay down on Nick's legs, so that his head came to Nick's stomach. He propped himself up on his elbows, and ran his fingers over the black silk. "Wonderful," He murmered. "I *love* silk," and he pressed his cheek against Nick's hip bone, his face towards the conspicuously growing bulge in the middle.. LaCroix grinned in mischevious playfulness, and very, very lightly, so Nick could barely feel it, ran his finger along the ridge. Nick groaned again, the groan turned into a growl at the end. He grabbed the sheets, bunching them into his fists, and kept himself from thrusting his hips towards LaCroix. He knew LaCroix could tease him for hours, and he knew he'd love every second of it, if he could force himself to be patient. He took a deep breath and let his muscles clench. LaCroix smiled, and kept running his finger down, along the inside of Nick's thigh. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA17233; Sat, 25 Feb 1995 01:41:18 +0500 id AA18837; Fri, 24 Feb 1995 23:36:53 -0700 Date: Fri, 24 Feb 1995 23:36:49 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 04 Nick arched his back and growled. LaCroix sighed in contentment- he was going to make this last just as long as he could. He smiled and traced the fabric again, with one fingernail. Nick raised his legs a litte, rubbing them against LaCroix's, feeling his skin against his own. He wanted to grab him, pull him closer, pull him in.. but he resisted the urge, helping LaCroix torment him a little longer before the release. He rubbed one leg against LaCroix's side, urging him on. He let his hands begin tracing the curves of his face, Lacroix kissed a few fingers as they went by. Then he leaned down and kissed a spot on Nicholas' thigh. Right near the edge of his boxers. LaCroix nuzzled the spot, teasing the fabric higher, away from his leg, nuzzling the skin. His tongue flicked out and tasted a spot. Nick groaned again. His hands were permanently curled in balls around the wadded sheets, as he waited.. LaCroix moved to the other thigh, and repeated the nuzzle, then the licks. Nick's shorts were beginning to become bunched up around his legs, as LaCroix slowly pushed them higher, revealing more bare skin, which he softly and delicately caressed. Nick rested his hands on LaCroix's shoulders, as a hint that he might push him, down onto him. He didn't push, though, he let LaCroix take his time. He enjoyed the sensation of LaCroix's fingers and tongue tracing every inch of his skin that his shorts could reveal, without actualy taking them off. Then LaCroix sat up, on his knees, and pulled Nick's shorts down, around his knees and then completely off. Nick lay completely still, LaCroix kneeling between his legs, smiling at him in passionate hunger.. Nick was ready to start screaming. LaCroix grinned and leaned down again. His picked up where he'd left off, on a spot high on the inside of Nick's thigh. His cheek brushed against Nick's balls; Nick spread his legs wider hoping LaCroix would take the hint and move his head.. LaCroix licked each little spot of skin surrounding his genitals, only burshing them by 'accident' as he went. Nick felt as if he were simply going to explode, and to hell with how far LaCroix had gotten. Then he felt the moist warmth of LaCroix's mouth engulf him. If his muscles hadn't already been tense, they would have tightened now. Nick leaned back, pushing his head farther into the pillow, trying to let himself submit even more so than he was. He heard a growling in the back of his throat, as LaCroix moved up and down, licking every inch of skin. Nick heard LaCroix's answering growl, softly begin. Nick could feel the vibration against his leg, where LaCroix lay, as he moved his tongue over Nicholas. And then took him whole inside his mouth. Nick closed his eyes, as he felt LaCroix take him, completely inside, he could feel the back of LaCroix's throat with every thrust downward. Their growls were now in sync, punctuated by Nick's gasps for breath, and LaCroix's deep subvocal whispers of pleasure.. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA17490; Sat, 25 Feb 1995 02:29:43 +0500 id AA146258; Sat, 25 Feb 1995 00:25:23 -0700 Date: Sat, 25 Feb 1995 00:25:23 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 05 Nick moaned. He felt almost ready to come. He knew LaCroix could feel it, too, as he tried one more time to swallow Nicholas whole. Then, right as Nick felt like the world was about to disappear, LaCroix let him go, and extended his fangs. With a loving snarl he went down, sinking his fangs into the softest place between Nick's leg and crotch. Nick screamed in ecstasy as LaCroix drank from him, the blood sweetened by the wash of hormones coarsing through him. LaCroix drank deep, swallowing mouthfulls of blood. Then he stopped, not wanting to weaken Nick too much, and he raised his head. he smiled, to see Nick lying absolutely still, his orgasm cut off in the middle by LaCroix's bite. As he watched, Nick began to whimper, still hard and waiting for the release. LaCroix let him suffer for a moment, then puts his hand gently around the shaft of Nick's penis, and began to rub. Within seconds Nick came to orgasm. LaCroix smiled at Nick's sigh, and watched as the muscles in Nick's body began to relax. He continued rubbing, gently, not to make him hard again but simply to let him feel the motion of LaCroix's fingers. Besides, LaCroix enjoyed the feel, and he was almost ready to take his own pleasure. With a knowing smile, Nick wrapped his legs around LaCroix's waist, holding himself up from the mattress. LaCroix moved his hand off of Nick, and used the spilled ejaculation to lubricate his own erection, and then pushed himself without pretense inside Nick. Their moans were again in time with each other. Nick held himself tightly, up in the air to let LaCroix have the angle he needed, and LaCroix pushed himself down, deeper into Nicholas. LaCroix closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the tightness around him, savoring the resistance of Nick's muscles, as Nick tightened then relaxed, encouraging LaCroix to push deeper still. As he felt himself enter all the way, Nick let out a shuddering moan, and he put his hands on top of LaCroix's, where they lay on Nick's sides. He rubbed his hands up and down LaCroix's arms, and began pushing himself upwards in rythmn with Lacroix's thrusts. Soon those thrusts bcame automatic, as LaCroix lost himself in the sensations of the skin and sounds of his and Nick's moaning. His breath began to come in pants, and he opened his eyes to look at Nicholas, laying beneath him, that expression of total joy and sexual need on his face. The vision of his lover in the thrall of his love brought LaCroix nearly to orgasm. He pushed himself in, hearing Nick's unintended whimper at the pressure which was almost pain, which was totally orgasmic, totally rapture. LaCroix felt himself nearing, nearing.. and his legs began to tremble and suddenly he was thursting, coming, inside Nicholas. The orgasm pushed him over the edge of awareness, until all he knew was the heat, the wetness, and tight muscles encasing him, and the eruption of pleasure coming from within his very soul. LaCroix leaned back, spent, but staying inside sweet Nicholas until he had gone completely soft. Nick just smiled at him, leaving his legs around LaCroix's waist, letting the urge to laugh aloud fade away unspoken. He realised that he was so happy, so happy that his love was alive, well, and feeling so good. When Lacroix leaned forward, and lay down on top of him, Nick kissed him on the forehead. LaCroix smiled, and joined Nick for a mental sigh and fading laughter, then snuggled against him, resting his head on Nicholas' chest. Nick wrapped his arms around LaCroix, holding him close. He waited as LaCroix fell asleep, and lay there for several minutes, listening to his breath and listening to his dreams begin. Nick snuggled in, his face resting against the top of LaCroix's head, and he fell asleep with a grin on his face. Ten minutes later Janette opened the front door and called out softly. When no one answered, she climbed the stairs to check on LaCroix. When she saw the two lying together, she giggled, and tip-toed away. THE END oh thank god.. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA18614; Sat, 25 Feb 1995 11:09:33 +0500 id AA37361; Sat, 25 Feb 1995 09:05:13 -0700 Date: Sat, 25 Feb 1995 09:05:13 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 06 What do you mean I said part 5 was the end? I dont know what you're talking about.. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Nick and LaCroix lay in the bed, still cuddled. They didn't speak, nor move; they simply lay together, enjoying the tender silence that encircled them. Nick had phoned Janette to tell her LaCroix was fine; she had laughed and said she knew, and asked if she should send over a bottle of the House Best. Nick just snarled something catty and she hung up, laughing. LaCroix laughed at him, too, not the least embarrassed. Nick had considered seriously sticking his tongue out at him, but he was afraid LaCroix would take it as an invitation to suck it out of his face. Not that he objected, but he needed a little while longer to rest. LaCroix had settled against Nick's chest, and they lay there. It was close to midnight, Nick didn't have to work tonight. He marveled for a moment the sheer joy and ease with which he lay here, someplace he hadn't ever expected to be again. Then LaCroix began tracing his fingers around the circle of nick's left nipple. Nick waited a moment, then asked, "What are you doing?" With a amused tone Lacroix answered, "Teasing your nipple." "I *know* that. I meant, why are you doing that?" Nick sounded almost as amused as LaCroix. "Ah. Well, because it makes them hard." Nick waited for a moment, to see if LaCroix was going to offer anymore explanation. When none was coming, he said, "And?" "And? Oh, yes.. well.." LaCroix pulled himself close, speaking only inching from Nick's face. His voice a tantilising whisper, he said, "Would you like me to tell you, or show you?" Nick stared at him, feeling the passion stirring again. He smiled, and said in a strained and eager voice, "Tell me, first." LaCroix smiled. he continued to play with Nick's nipples, as he said, "I am going to tease your left nipple, until.., well it is already quite hard. Then I will move to the right one, and do the same thing. I am going to tease your nipples until you are quite aroused, until you are hard and you can't quite breathe. "Then I am going to begin slowly running my fingers down your stomach, until I reach the very tip of your cock. I am going to grab it, and slowly brush my fingernails up and down the shaft, and I am going to watch you tremble, and listen to you moan. Then, and only once you have begun to ask me to do more, will I begin to insert my fingers inside you. One finger at a time, pushing myself inside you, deeper and harder each time I go in. And once I have three fingers inside you I am going to push them inside you, and I will keep pushing them inside you until you start begging me to push you over. "At that point I will remove my fingers, and torment you with my tongue, scraping every tender spot you have with the tips of my fangs. I wont ever bite you, but one spot on your left buttock will receive the tiniest pinpirck. And once you have received this lightest, most teasing stimulation, I am going to grab your arms and toss you onto your stomach," LaCroix's face was barely touching Nick's, as he whispered the words in Nick's ear, brushing his chin against Nick's jawbone as he continued simply playing with Nick's nipples. He smiled. "And I am going to fuck you until we both come.." Nick gave a weak 'Uhh..' Then he said, "I think I already did." LaCroix hesitated a moment, then began laughing. James at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA03097; Sun, 26 Feb 1995 17:23:50 +0500 id AA123933; Sun, 26 Feb 1995 15:19:30 -0700 Date: Sun, 26 Feb 1995 15:19:30 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave (07c) Nick lay in bed, waiting as the sun went down. LaCroix was still sleeping, curled up against him. He didn't move, so as not to wake him. LaCroix opened his eyes and mumbled, "Why are you awake?" Nick grinned, and looked down at his sleep-groggy lover. "I have to goto work, soon. The sun's almost down." "You work tonight?" LaCroix sounded awake, and carefully not upset. "Mm.. yes. We're almost ready to close two cases. I have to go in." LaCroix nodded. Then cautiously, keeping the hope hidden away because two days ago we wouldn't have even dreamed of asking, he asked, "Will I see you tonight?" He knew the naswer he wanted to hear, but wouldn't force it on Nick. If he said no, then he would accept his decision gracefully. Nick smiled. "Of course." LaCroix's smile spread across his face. He leaned forward and kissed Nick. He kissed him again, running his tongue over Nick's teeth. Nick pushed him reluctantly away. "I have to get dressed." "If you must.." LaCroix stood up and moved away from the bed. he helped Nick locate his clothes, handing him a few items that had been dropped on his side of the bed. Nick accepted a shirt, and put it on before realising it wasn't the one he'd worn over here. He looked down at it, and recognised LaCroix's shirt. He could smell the older vampire in the fabric. He ran his hand over it, smiling. In a few more minutes the sun would be down, he would have just enough time to go home and get his car, drive to work like a normal human. He started to tuck his shirt in when LaCroix held up a hand. "Wait a minute." Nick stoped, and watched as LaCroix went to a drawer, and pulled something out. He waited, a curious smile on his face, as LaCroix was blocking the thought of what he was doing from him. LaCroix came over, and pulled Nick's pants back down. "We don't have time.." Nick teased. "I know. Just relax.." LaCroix pulled Nick's underwear down, and showed him three metal rings, connected by a single leather strap. Nick's eyes got big, and he watched as LaCroix slipped the rings around him, pushing them snuggly on. "There. A gift.." he grinned and kissed Nick again, then pulled his pants back up, and tucked in the shirt for him. Nick felt the cold metal, the almost tight pressure, adn the inevitable response. "I won't be able to work.. how am I going to concentrate?" LaCroix just smiled. "That, dear Nickolas, is *your* problem. Don't take it off." The hint of a warning came through, Nick heard it and felt a thrill run down his spine. "Now.. go." Nick gathered up one last kiss, and left. He flew home, and went right for the fridge. He opened a bottle and drained it, starving not only from the loss of blood, but from not having fed at LaCroix's. He downed the bottle quickly and then headed downstairs, to goto work. With every step the metal pulled at him, reminding him of what was waiting for him, when the sun began to rise. He knew he could call in sick and go back to LaCroix now, but he also knew that if he let the tension build, the desire and hunger would drive him not only nearly mad, but right into the state of desperately needing release. By the time he got to LaCroix in the morning, he would be ready and willing to do anything for that release. And Nick knew that waiting, torture though it may be, would be oh so worth it. He just hoped his jacket would continue to hide the erection that was already pressing against his jeans. Later that night, as he and Schanke drove looking for their last suspect, he heard the Nightcrawler on the radio. "Tonight, I want to play something special. Let's see.. 'Cherish'? No, hmm.. 'Hey, Mickey'? nah.." Nick had a hard time not laughing out loud. To Lacroix he thought, 'Stop it! It's bad enough to tease me, but must you torture your listeners?' Lacroix's laughter rang in his mind. "All right, I found it. This one is for you, little one." Nick smiled, as "The One" began to play over the airwaves. "I saw you dancing out the ocean/running fast, along the sand A spirit born, of earth and water/ fire flying from your hands In the instant that you love someone/in the second that the hammer hits Reality runs up your spine/ and the pieces finally fit And all I ever needed was the One/ like freedom feels where wild horses run When stars collide like you and I/ No shadows block the sun You're all I've ever needed/ Baby, you're the One" at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA08553; Mon, 27 Feb 1995 23:13:58 +0500 id AA29980; Mon, 27 Feb 1995 21:09:31 -0700 Date: Mon, 27 Feb 1995 21:09:31 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 08 sigh.. I can't believe Im still doing this.. heh.. ;) Nick raced out of the precinct. He had been waiting for the shift to end ever since he arrived eight hours before. The rings had been driving him to distraction all night- his jacket had lucily hidden his erection, and everyone was used to him being distracted anyway. Now, free from the fetters of work, he ran to his car. He needed to get over to LaCroix's, and let him take the damn thing off! ..or not. But he had to do something.. Nick found himself gripping the steering wheel almost hard enough to leave imprints. he forced himself to relax, and concentrate on the traffic. He tried not to rub himself, as he headed across town. He wasn't entirely sure LaCroix wanted him to relieve himself in that fashion. He had a feeling he didn't want to upset LaCroix tonight. A half hour later he pulled intothe underground garage beneath LaCroix's place. He locked the door and quickly ran to the stairs. The elevator was too slow, with his vampiric speed he could get to LaCroix's door in seconds. Finally he was there, and raising his hand to knock. The door flew open. Nick stared to greet LaCroix, when he saw the snarl on his face. He felt, however, the joy beneath it, and knew what was going to happen. Nick froze in place. LaCroix just grabbed his jacket, and pulled him inside. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice stammering. He felt the passion stirring, the excitement of not knowing how far LaCroix was willing to go, the desire that had been growing finally ready to be fulfilled. LaCroix dragged him into the back room, not saying anything except growling something about having had enough of Nickolas. nick wasn't exactly sure what he meant, and he tried to ask. "Shut up!" LaCroix snapped, giving him a face full of vampiric rage. Nick recoiled, and felt fear growing beside the passion. He kept himself from whimpering.. with some trouble. LaCroix brought him into the bedroom, and flung him down on the floor. "Did you have the decency to fulfill my wishes?" His voice was harsh, hissing, and Nick wished he were anywhere else.. except this was exactly where he wanted to be. "Wha..what do you mean?" His heart fluttered on its beat. The floor was hard beneath his hands, he wondered if LaCroix was going to leave him here.. "I told you to wear it!" Nick nodded quickly. He had left it on, he knew now it was a very good thing. "Show me!" LaCroix was standing above him. Nick reached for his zipper, hands shaking. He got his pants undone, and pulled them open just enough to show LaCroix the cock ring was still in place. LaCroix growled something that might have been approval, and reached down again. He grabbed Nick's collar, and tossed him onto the bed. Nick lay still, trying to get his bearings before turning to face LaCroix, when he felt LaCroix's hands on him. Suddenly LaCroix was tearing his clothes off. Ripping fabric, throwing the shredded clothes onto the floor. Soon Nick was huddled naked on the bed, dressed only by three rings of metal and a strap of leather. He swallowed, and hoped LaCroix would give him some clue as what to do next. He felt the hunger burning inside him, tinged with the delicious taste of fear and sexual desire. Every sense was sharpened by the adrenalin that coarsed through his body, and he realised himself to go with it. He cringed when LaCroix reached for him. With a snarl, LaCroix grabbed the cock ring and pulled it off. Nick couldnt stop the outcry. He felt the pain explode in his groin, he tried to scramble backwards away from the hands that came at him. His whimper, as he lay back on the bed, were mixed with terror and ecstasy. LaCroix stood by the bed, glaring down at him. "Now I will make you pay.." LaCroix moved to a dresser and removed something from the middle drawer. "What have I done?" Nick asked timidly. "You know what you've done!" LaCroix shouted, but inside he assured Nickolas that it was all for the play. He didnt want Nick to truly believe this was revenge for their fighting, for their centuries apart. Nick felt the assurance and relaxed inside. Outside he tensed. Just because LaCroix loved him, didn't mean he wouldn't hurt him. LaCroix grabbed his wrists, and before Nick realised what was happening, his wrists were tied with rope, tied to the bedposts. He protested, and tugged at them. It wasn't their strength that held him, but the sure knowledge that LaCroix would be infuriated if he tried to get free. His only hope now was to appease his lover. LaCroix looked down at Nick, spreadeagled on the bed. He was almost ready. He went to another drawer, and removed two more items. One was wrapped in black fabric, Nick couldn't tell what it was. It was heavy, though, for LaCroix dropped it with a thud on the mattress between Nick's legs. The other item, LaCroix brought forward. Roughly spreading Nick's legs farther apart, LaCroix grabbed his genitals and placed the hard metal ring around his cock. It was smaller than the cock ring had been which he'd worn all day. Nick wasn't at first sure what the purpose of this one was. He looked up at LaCroix with a bewildered expression. LaCroix just snarled. "You'll find out soon enough, dear Nickolas." Nickolas waited. He knew it would hurt, the question was simply whether he could take the pain long enough to please LaCroix. he took a deep breath and tried to ready himself. Lacroix laughed, and the cruel sound cut through him. he wanted to cry out in his fear, but knew that it was too soon. He bit his lip, and his legs tensed up because LaCroix was crawling onto the bed kneeling between his legs. Nick wanted to cry out to make him stop; he wanted to cry out for him to continue. LaCroix bent down and tore Nick's leg with his fangs. Nick cried out, his body tensing and he felt himself try to scoot back, but LaCroix held his leg. He didn't drink, he just tore the skin and muscle. His hand gripped Nick's knee, and his fingers tightened until Nick could feel the bones grinding. He squirmed, and his muscles shivered. He had never quite felt this way, the pain made the lust stronger in ways he'd forgotten. He wanted to push his knee up into LaCroix's hand, to make the pain sharper. He wanted to pull LaCroix into him, and make the vampire fuck him. But he waited, knowing the sweet flavour waiting would bring. He moaned, though, letting some of the pain escape. LaCroix growled in return and leaned back onto his heels. He removed the object from the fabric, and began coating it with lubricant. Nick's gaze was captured by the thick metal rod. Then he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his cock, as the metal tightened around him. He realised what it was- the metal was too small. His erection had grown as far as it could, and now the metal was biting into him, and he realised that the metal was too tight to let him come. He let out a wavering cry, and tried to bring his hands down to remove the ring. He couldn't, though, the ropes held him back. His legs shook, as he tried to bring them together to brush the ring off, but LaCroix sat firmly between his legs, laughing. "I told you you'd find out what it was for. You aren't going anywhere until I'm ready to let you go.." With that he pulled Nick upwards, and with a snarl of frustration he put one leg over his shoulder. Slightly on his side now, Nick tried again to pull away, then he felt the cold metal against his buttocks. LaCroix growled and then shoved the rod inside Nick. He screamed. The cold metal was larger than anything he'd ever taken in before. He tried moving away, but LaCroix held him down with his free hand. LaCroix held the rod steadiuly inside him, and Nick's own motions made the rod thurst and push inside him. He couldn't move away, for his own attempts drove it deeper. Nick felt a burst of orgasm trying to explode, his rectal muscles began quivering on their own. He wanted to slam himself down on the rod, onto LaCroix's hand. He wanted LaCroix to hold the rod steady so he could bring himself off. He began pushing sreadily, panting and gasping as the waves threatened to crash over him.. And he couldn't come because the ring held him. He cried out in pain and frustration, wanting to come and not able to. He felt himself ready to black out or explode, and he forced himself harder onto the rod in hopes he would force himself to come despite the ring. His screams ripped his throat, and he barely heard LaCroix's voice saying, "Oh, yes.. yes, Nickolas.." with as much passion as Nick felt. Finally, when he thought he would die from frustration, Lacroix leaned over and with his teeth, removed the ring. The touch of his tongue, and then his mouth as he encased Nick, was the final blow. Nick came to orgasm in a mighty rush, he felt as if the universe was going to with his cries. Every muscle in his body spasmed, as he came, the wave seemingly lasting forever. His cries began to die down, as his body released its pent up energy. Nick's lip quivered, as did his voice, as the last of the waves left him. He lay still, only trying to breathe for a moment. When his vision cleared, he noticed that he was laying on his bakc, staring at the ceiling. His arms were free- the treors that shook his body had snapped the ropes like string. And the rod was gone, LaCroix had removed it sometime earlier. Nick looked over, and found LaCroix lying next to him, smiling. It was a tender, happy smile this time. He leaned over and kissed Nick. Nick smiled back. Then he said in a weak voice, "I dont think I can do this more than once a century." LaCroix smiled. "Yes, well.. here's to the next century." He toasted Nickolas by kissing him again, a long deep passionate kiss, that let through all the love that had driven them together this day. He let Nickolas snuggled into his arms, exhausted. He knew his turn would come soon enough. at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu id AA08891; Mon, 27 Feb 1995 23:58:23 +0500 id AA56301; Mon, 27 Feb 1995 21:54:02 -0700 Date: Mon, 27 Feb 1995 21:53:51 -0700 (MST) From: "Gila Mind, Gila Soul" Subject: Sometime When We Leave 09 LaCroix as Nick breathed deeply, trying to regain his strength. He felt the passion, the love, and the joy filling him as he watched his lover lay in his arms. He also felt the erection that pressed hard against his pants. When Nick opened his eyes, somewhat recovered, LaCroix sat up. he calmly removed his clothing, dropping it behind him on the floor. Nick smiled as he lay back down, their skin touching in countless places. LaCroix kissed him again, ready to wait patiently until Nick was recovered. Nick grinned and sat up. He pushed LaCroix down with one hand, and then crawled down along his lover's body, close to a classic 69. his stomach on LaCroix's chest, one leg on either side of his head. But his genitals were out of LaCroix's reach, he held himself low enough on LaCroix's body to prevent any temptation. He looked down at the hard erection that wait for him. LaCroix lay back, not moving. He felt the weight of Nick's body on him, holding him down. He placed on hand on Nick's leg, on the back of his knee. The same one he'd broken earlier, though now the bones were almost healed. LaCroix waited. Nick breathed onto the skin, and watched as the cock jumped in response. He grinned, and his tongue flicked out, on the very tip of the head. Another jump. He touched the very, very tip with the tip of his tongue, lightly at first so that there was almost no contact. Then he slowly began to push down with his tongue. He was almost pushing his mouth down onto LaCroix, then he moved his tonuge and opened his mouth. And his fangs came out. He scraped his teeth along the shaft, ripping the foreskin and the tender flesh beneath. Nick brought his head up and down again, ripping skin with each stroke. He felt LaCroix arch his body, and the swallwoed scream. Nick smiled as best he could, and went down again. Then he left the cock and moved to the balls. He did the same thing, with each motion onto he ripped the skin. He was more delicate this time, leaving each ball with only the shallowest of scratches. He crawled farther down, bending his neck to get a better angle, and began to scrape the space behind LaCroix's genitals, between his legs. Nick left many streaks of red on the skin, each time he made a new one Lacroix groaned, then screamed. Nick dug his fingers into LaCroix's thighs, drawing more blood. The smell was beginning to overpower him, the taste of blood spilling into his mouth. More to torture himself, he pulled his fangs in and began licking LaCroix. He licked all over the shaft, his balls, the insides of his thighs. He sucked gently on the skin, drawing little bits of LaCroix into his mouth. It was all LaCroix could do to groan and scream. He held tighter to Nick's legs. Nick smiled, and pulled LaCroix's cock into his mouth as far as it would go. Gently, in sharp contrast to the shredding he'd done with his teeth, Nick sucked him. he felt LaCroix begin to orgasm, his legs began to tremble and the scream of release began to build in his throat. Just when LaCroix was ready to come, Nick moved his mouth and bit into the soft flesh low on LaCroix's stomach. He drank deeply as LaCroix came.. The blood nourished him, filled him, cascaded through him. It tasted old and familiar, like it was his own. He drank deeply, holding LaCroix down even as he reached the end of his orgasm. LaCroix lay still, fully spent, and listened to the pounding of Nick's heart, as his blood was drawn out into his lover's mouth. Finally Nick stopped drinking. He spun himself around, still on top of Lacroix. He grinned, to see LaCroix laying limp, exhausted but for the brightness in his eyes. He met Nick's gaze and returned the smile. Nick asked, "Can we sleep, now?" The tone was so cheery, adn yet so impudent (as if he hadn't *noticed* what had just happened) that LaCroix began to laugh. He pulled Nick to him, and held him close. Nick laughed with him, until they dissolved into occasional giggles and smiles. They exchanged a few kisses, not stirring up any more passion. Then nick slid off LaCroix, to lie next to him, and reached down to pull the sheets over them. They wrapped themselves in the silk, and LaCroix rolled over to sleep spoon fashion. Nick tucked his face into the back of LaCroix's neck, and soon they were sound asleep. James whew! I need a break! at play in the field on sunny rocks with gilas jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu