LaCroix/Nat...Nick/Nat, explicit

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SPOILER WARNING: Last Knight sequel

These characters are not mine.  I'm just letting them have a bit of
fun with each other.  They'll be returned in good shape, though
perhaps a bit warn out.  Comments and all that can be sent to
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Copyright 1997 by Libby Singleton

THE CROSSING
by Libby Singleton

     There was darkness.  At the end of the darkness there was
light.  Bright. Beautiful. Wonderful.  Calling to her, offering a
warm embrace, the peace she longed for deep within her soul.
     "Dr. Lambert, do <not> go into the light.  It offers you
nothingness.  You will cease to be!"  The familiar voice was
urgent, nearly panicked, yet soft and inviting.  "For Nicholas'
sake, you must come to me."
     The light.  Soothing.  Welcoming.  She turned toward it.
     "Listen to me, Natalie, Nicholas lives!  You will not, <can
not>, be together if you go into the light!"
     When she stopped her approach, turning away to face the
darkness, Natalie noticed there was something cold on her lips.  A
lick, a taste, awakened a thirst deeper than she'd ever known. 
She reached out, gripping the source of the liquid and sucked
eagerly.
     Slowly her thoughts began to clear, her mind more aware. 
She remembered the suicide of her friend Dr. Laura Haynes, the
death of Tracy Vetter, of begging Nick to take just a little of her
blood in hopes he'd become mortal as had happened to Janette.
     Obviously he'd taken more than a little.
     Other thoughts began to creep in, other memories
certainly not her own.  Visions of Nicholas being staked, though
the thrust had been pulled at the last minute and missed the heart
while she lay beneath him, dying, her lingering soul becoming
fainter by the second.  There were earlier scenes as well, of
Nicholas in different periods of history, in all sorts of activities and
emotions.  Then the time became earlier still, of eras before the
Thirteenth Century, when chariots were common and Christianity
merely an upstart cult.  Suddenly there were screams as the
ground shook violently and each breath filled her lungs with the
sensation of burning ash.  A blond haired girl asked a question,
demanding she choose life or death.  Of course she chose life,
wasn't that always preferable to the alternative?
     Realization hit her with the painful swiftness of a bullet. 
Opening her eyes, Natalie thrust LaCroix's wrist away. 
"Bastard!"
     "Is this any way to treat your savior?" he asked.  Her
vision was extremely blurry, but she could tell he was pouring
blood from a dark bottle into a glass.
     "Nick..."  A wave of dizziness hit her when she tried to sit
up.  LaCroix immediately had an arm behind her, supporting her
gently.  He held the glass to her lips.
     "Asked me to help him join you in death.  That <was>
asking a bit much, don't you think?  I've carried him up to his bed
to rest."  There was a moment of silence as LaCroix seemed to
consider his son.  "He sleeps now.  Drink this, and when he has
healed sufficiently, I will take you to him."
     Any thoughts of hesitancy were pushed forcefully aside by
Natalie's overwhelming thirst.  She gulped the blood, tasting the
life of a woman, old and lonely, dying of breast cancer.  Yet her
life was enriched through events remember from childhood. 
Natalie pushed the glass away, amazed at the experience, while
also repulsed.
     "You can switch to cow's blood later if you insist,"
LaCroix said.  "It is best your first feeding be satisfied with human
vintage lest you become a lowly carouche, chasing vermin in the
sewers.  Fortunately, Nicholas still had the bottle I gave him on
his birthday.  Ah, the wonders that await you, my dear."
     Natalie wanted to argue with him, let him know her anger
at what he'd done.  Her body, though, had other demands.  Pain
shot through her jaws and teeth as her vision changed, somehow
becoming clearer, objects more vivid in the dark room.  She
realized her fangs were descending for the first time.  The
sensation caused her to involuntarily cry out.  She looked into
LaCroix's face with embarrassment.  Reassuring pale blue eyes
stared back, he even smiled slightly.
     "Do not fret, my dear Dr. Lambert.  The pain will ease
quickly.  It merely takes a while for the body to adjust."  His lips
brushed her forehead gently.  "There, there.  This will pass easier
if you don't fight the changes."
     She moved her head to return his fatherly kiss only more
firmly and fully on the lips.  He pulled back slightly, his expression
one of surprise.  "I want you," she muttered hoarsely.
     "Who you want is Nicholas.  I fear he's still to weak for
this sort of activity though the urges you feel are quite normal."
     She gripped his shirt, trying to pull it away from him.
Chuckling mischievously, LaCroix pushed her away to stand and
removed the shirt himself, then his boots.  "This surprises even
me, but we cannot fight nature now, can we, my dear?"
     When he knelt back down, Natalie could see his eyes were
beginning to glow yellow, his fangs descending ever so slightly. 
Welling up within her were feelings of desires strong than she ever
felt before, causing what seemed to be a flood of wetness between
her legs.  Oh, God, how she wanted this man.  With surprising
ease, she tore the clothing from her chest before LaCriox gripped
her wrist.
     "Not so quickly.  I like to play."
     She reached up to his shoulders, attempting to bring him
to her.  He resisted, teasing her with defiance.  Sitting up, she felt
him shiver as she ran the fingers of her right hand ever so lightly
downwards and into his pants, unfastening the fly with her left.
     His dick was limp, but huge, magnificently so.  The part of
her who was Dr. Lambert tried to calm her attraction, tried to
convince herself LaCroix's size was well within the norm.  Natalie
the fledging vampire pushed such ludicrous thoughts from her
mind and tugged his tailored pants and undergarment down
together, barely noticing his hands were steadying the shaking of
her own.
     "Do not be disappointed, my child.  I fed Nick as well
as yourself, there is most likely not enough blood left in me for
an..." Natalie began tickling his balls... "erection."
     Perhaps it was a medical miracle vampire-style, but
LaCroix began to harden.  A bit slowly.  Stroking his staff helped
very little, though he sighed deeply, his enjoyment apparent. 
Looking up, she saw ecstacy in his eyes, his fully exposed fangs
proving his arousal.
     Running her tongue down his cold chest, she didn't bother
to stop when she reached his pale pubic hair.  When he stiffened
fully, both his body and his penis, she wrapped her mouth around
the tip.
     "No, I fear that area is out of the question while you are
still in 'first feeding' period," he laughed, running his finger under
her chin.  "Perhaps when you learn to control the strength of your
bite."  Her head was guided upward, as LaCroix slumped down,
offering his neck.  "Let me show you our erogenous zone.  Sex,
vampire style, so to speak."
     "I...I don't think I could..."  Bite his neck?  The thought
made her nervous, too much like feeding from a living source.
     LaCroix began to nibble, very lightly, across her shoulder,
unfastening her bra with one hand.  Natalie began to shake with
anticipation as he slid the garment away and leaned back far
enough to look downwards.  Grinning slyly, he muttered as he
traced the shape of her breasts.  "No wonder my Nicholas has
been so mesmerized, so enamored, with you.  He truly knows
beauty at the height of perfection."
     His hands ran through her hair as she let herself slump
against his body, her hardened nipples rubbing against him.  Teeth
nibbled at her neck, not even hard enough to scratch the skin. 
Giggling, she pushed against his mouth harder, daring him,
begging him, to bite while suddenly wanting to do the same to
him.
     Twisting her head, she discovered with delight she
instinctively knew where his vein was.  The first attempt was
clumsy, not breaking beneath the skin.  "Like everything, this
takes practice and you've yet to feed off living prey," LaCroix
whispered, his cool tongue entering her ear.
     Again.  Her canines broke through flesh and muscle,
gliding into the vein easily.  LaCroix moaned, running his hands
down her body to peel away her hose and panties.  "So talented
already," he rasped.
     As she drank, he slid into her wetness, thrusting slowly,
then with more strength as Natalie tried to sip slowly.  Otherwise
his erection would end, the last thing she wanted to happen.  She
tasted his amazement in her ability to arouse him so easily, his
pride in her intelligence and grace, and his anticipation at the
centuries ahead with his new daughter.
     Natalie also learned of her last few minutes as a mortal. 
LaCroix had given Nicholas the choice of letting her die or
bringing her across.  Nick had chosen death, a decision his master
deemed "wise" until he asked for an end to his existence as well. 
LaCroix's love for Nick as a son never seemed genuine to her
until she tasted the intensity of the emotion.  The Ancient Vampire
could be cruel, yet in the end, he truly believed he new what was
best for his Nicholas.
     In this case it was her.
     Though LaCroix apparently did not have enough blood
remaining in his system to expel semen, Natalie knew he'd
reached orgasm when he let out a loud, growling moan.  His
body jerked, breaking her bite.  Keeping her in his arms, their eyes
met.  After seconds of silence, he breathed in deeply and raised
both eyebrows.
     "Oh, God..."  She may not have climaxed, but that was the
best damn thing she'd ever experienced.  Never mind LaCroix was
the sort the put his own pleasure above hers.  All the years of
dreaming, all the years of waiting for Nick to become mortal so
they could safely...
     "OH, MY GOD!" Thrusting LaCroix away, she reached
out for the remainder of her clothes and attempted to cover
herself.  "What have I done?"
     LaCroix was already gathering his own garments, all
evidence of his sexual readiness gone except for bloody stains
around his neck and groin.  "As I said earlier, we cannot fight
nature.  I am your master, you are my creation.  We are sexual
creatures, even more so than mortals."
     "Nick...How could I have done this to him?"
     Holding his clothing, he stood above her, staring down,
very amused.  "Do you think that I did not share Janette with him? 
Oh, do not look at me with such shock, my dear Natalie.  I assure
you, this is not an issue I will force.  I am quite capable of finding
my own playmates."
     "Natalie!  What..."
     Nick stood on the stairs, his mouth open in shock.  Natalie
forced herself to watch as he looked from her to his master. 
"LaCroix, how could you?!"  The tone was one of shock,
disappointment.
     "How could <you> ask <me> to stake..."
     "Not that...Natalie did he...did he...force you?"
     Shame filled Natalie's thoughts.  "No," she whispered as
softly as possible though the word seemed to echo through the
loft.
     "Really, Nicholas!  Always so accusing of me," LaCroix
said, walking up the stairs.  "I could use a shower."  Natalie
watched as he paused in front of his son.  They stared at each
other, the older vampire smirking, the younger one near tears. 
LaCroix nodded toward her, "What are you waiting for?  It is
<your> turn."
     The sound of his giggle lingered after he'd entered the
bathroom.
>>>>>>>>>>
     LaCroix ceased giggling after entering the bathroom. 
Nicholas' expression had been priceless, yet he couldn't shake the
feeling there was something <wrong> with what he'd just done
with Natalie.  Not that LaCroix hadn't enjoyed the sex with Dr.
Lambert, it had been a most stimulating encounter, though a bit
tame for his tastes.  The remarks he'd said about sharing were
merely harmless teasing.  He'd brought Natalie across for his son's
pleasure, not his own.  Ah, well, this mood was probably just a
symptom of his exhaustion and would pass with rest.
     Momentarily considering a shower, LaCroix decided a bath
was what he really desired.  More relaxing, though Nick's ordinary
bathtub was no match for the double whirlpool tub in his living area
at the Raven.  No matter, the water would still give him the
sensation of warmth, a good soaking the time to muse over the
night's events.
     While the tub filled, he looked around for an alternative to
the soap on a rope.  Of course there wasn't one.  He slid the bit of
mortal silliness off the shower nozzle and took a washcloth from
the neat stack on the sink before stepping into the tub, allowing
himself to slump into the water in a most undignified, but
comfortable, fashion.  He then preceded to scrub his groin area,
cleansing himself of Natalie's bloody wetness, allowing himself no
small amount of pleasure in the process.
     This daughter had potential in many areas.
*****
     
     Natalie was beautiful.  She stood below the stairs, holding a
scrap of material against her chest.  It was an useless attempt at
modesty.  Nick gazed at her through tear blurred eyes, admiring the
roundness of her figure, the firmness of her breasts. The cloth was
too short to reach her pubic area and her damp nest called to him,
causing his fangs to start their descent, his dick to begin stiffening.
     "Nick, you're staring."
     "Oh."  He moved down the stairs, past Natalie, and picked
up LaCroix's coat from the sofa.  "Let me wrap this around you."
     She stepped away from the offer.  "I think it is a bit too late
for that."  Disbelief echoed with her laughter.  "I mean, it is rather
ridiculous for me to be standing here trying to cover myself with a
scrap.  LaCroix and I weren't exactly playing Twister."
     "Nat, it's my fault, not yours.  I took too much.  LaCroix let
me decide whether or not..."
     "Oh, I know, Nick.  I tasted it in his blood!  You chose
death for yourself <and> me after promising we'd be together
whatever happened."  Her eyes were glowing with anger.
     "We were going to be!"
     "In death, Nick!  Asking LaCroix to kill you was still
suicide!  The past few days have been the worst of my life, and
admittedly killing myself did cross my mind, but how would that
honor Laura or Tracy?  HOW?"
     "I...I don't..."  Damn, he was crying again.  In front of
LaCroix was bad enough.  He needed to be strong right now, for
Natalie's sake.  He squeezed his eyes shut, turning away from her. 
The coat dropped to the floor.
     "Nick." Her voice was soft now.  A gentle finger wiped a
tear from his cheek.  "Nick, if you can't be mortal, at least I can be
a vampire.  This is something that has crossed my mind more than
once.  Admittedly, I thought you'd be my creator, not that...that
ancient Roman asshole."
     "He'll pay for what he did."
     "Open your eyes and look at me."
     Complying, he found himself gazing deeply into hers. 
Somehow changed now that she'd been brought across, yet still
intelligent and full of love.
     "I've never understood the cravings you feel until now. 
LaCroix did suggest I wait for you.  I couldn't.  The urge was too
strong, I couldn't fight it.  He was just...being LaCroix.  Fighting
with him will make him angry, and this whole fiasco worse.  He
took something from me that can never be replaced, but I was
hardly a virgin to begin with."  Natalie stroked Nick's check with
her hand.  "After all, he's given us the precious gift of a life
together."
     "Not the kind I wanted," Nick said.  "The blood on your
legs is your womb cleansing itself for the last time.  We'll never
have a baby, never be a normal family."
     "Look at it this way, now I've got eternity to find a cure,
and I <will>."
     Her arm reached behind him, stroking the back of his head. 
He leaned down, planting his lips fully against hers.  Their tongues
met, twisting and playing before he allowed his to enter her mouth,
exploring her small but sharp fangs.
     When Nick pulled her close, she moved rhythmically against
him, reaching her hand between their bodies to unbutton the top of
his silk pajamas.  Task completed, he felt her hand run down his
chest and began to pull the bottoms down, kneeling in the process. 
"My God, Nick!  If it makes you feel better, LaCroix had trouble
getting a hard-on."
     "Maybe the protein shakes are working wonders,"he
muttered, lifting one leg, then the other so she could slip the pants
off him.  "Then again, he <is> getting old."
     Her hands stroked his staff, fondled his balls, making him
forget everything but this remarkable woman.  Lifting her from the
floor, Nick guided her toward the sofa, falling backwards, Natalie
still in his embrace.  "Don't stop, Nat. Please."
     "I wouldn't dream of it Nicholas Knight."  Raising on her
hands and knees, she began licking his penis, circling it with her
tongue, teasing the tip with kisses.
     A moan of pleasure escaped Nick.  "Bite me."  She started
kissing a path up his stomach.  "Bite me down there," he pleaded. 
"I trust you.  Please, bite me."
     There was some hesitancy as her fangs tickled the skin, then
the sudden rush of pure, unrestrained sexual pain and pleasure as
she bit.  Over and over her tongue played across his staff while he
allowed his body to dance, moving in rhythm with Natalie's
sucking.  Because he'd been fed well after being staked, Nick had
to restrain himself from expelling his semen, knowing the best was
yet to come.
     Sitting up enough to tickle her chin, forcing Natalie to break
her bite, he whispered, "Let's roll over so I can do something for
you."  Guiding her, they maneuvered so he was facing her bush, his
dick rubbing her stomach.
     Burying his nose in her pubic hair, Nick smelled deeply,
breathing in the scent of her blood he'd known for so long.  The
odor was of a field of wild flowers on a Spring day, mixed with
fresh strawberries, ripe and ready for picking.  He tasted her
draining blood with his tongue, briefly regretting the loss of
childbirth it represented.  The thought lingered for only a second
before being replaced with the love he tasted.  True, there was a
touch of regret that she'd never again eat her favorite foods or see a
sunrise, at least not unless she found a cure.  These emotions,
however, were overwhelmed by anticipation as she looked forward
to flying, to eternal youth, for an eternity of moments like this with
Nick.
     Knowing he wouldn't be able to contain himself much
longer, Nick turned.  They kissed as he slid his throbbing penis into
her.  "I love you, Natalie.  With all my heart, all that is within me, I
love you."
     She sunk her teeth into his neck as he began moving within
her.  Carefully keeping his thoughts pleasing and reassuring, Nick,
through his blood, promised her the world.  They'd travel, seeing
all sorts of unbelievable wonders, experiencing endless, magnificent
adventures.  And every day, every night, would be like this
moment.  Full of love, togetherness and sex.
     Nick's semen exploded from him and into Natalie with the
most intense orgasmic force he'd ever known.  He thrust deeply
again and again, growling, not bother to stifle his sounds of
pleasure..  Finally, his exhausted body slumped over Natalie.  
     "Oh, God, Nick," she panted.  "Oh, God!  If I'd known it'd
be like this, I'd have <made> you bring me across years ago."
     He kissed her.  "It isn't vampiric nature, it's you, Natalie. 
You're the best."
     "You once told me vampire couldn't experience love."
     "I was wrong, Natalie.  Oh, <how> I was wrong."
     They hugged tightly, Nick never wanting to leave her arms. 
"It'll be dawn soon.  You'll need sleep."
     "I do feel drowsy. But, geez, Nick, I'm a mess.  Care to
shower?"
     Nick looked toward the stairs, mentally tweaking his link
with their Master, a trick Natalie would learn soon enough. 
"LaCroix's fallen asleep.  Wait here.  I want to have a talk with
him."  He untangled himself from Nat's arms, reaching down to
retrieve his pajama bottoms.
     "Nick, I know you're upset with him.  Hell, <I'm> upset
with him, but I'm not totally innocent."
     After stepping into the pants, he kissed her, then brushed
her cheek with his.  "No, it's not about what happened between you
two... How can I not understand that?  Drinking blood is not the
only urge we have that is hard to control."  Though he suspected
she knew, Nick had never admitted to the sexual encounters he'd
had with Janette before she'd left Toronto.  "If I'd brought you
across in the first place, I'd have been with you when the First Lust
hit."
     "He brought me across for <you> Nick, out of his love for
you as his son."
     "I know.  I just...he just...Nat, he's going to be moving on,
with or without me."
     "Then let's get packed."
**********
     
     "LaCroix, wake up!"
     "Huh? Oh, Nicholas."  He sat up, rubbing his face with a
dripping wet hand, almost regretting leaving his dream behind. 
He'd been reliving an orgy in Pompeii, one celebrating some minor
victory or the other.  The event was memorable in that Divia had
been conceived, plus he'd personally castrated a Senator who'd
passed out drunk after daring to question General Lucius' tactical
judgment.
     "Natalie and I want to shower.  You can take the bed if you
want."
     LaCroix stood and stepped out of the tub, drying off with
the towel Nicholas handed him.  "The sofa will be adequate.  You
two love birds will need a larger nest."  His son seemed to be in
control now, the total angst and sorrow gone for now.  There was a
lingering sensation of displeasure at LaCroix, though surprisingly
mild.  Perhaps the events of this night were bringing his Nicholas
back into the fold.  "I'm afraid my journey will have to wait until
tomorrow night."
     "Natalie will need your help packing.  I've managed to get
the inquest into Tracy's death postponed until 8 p.m. due to my
'sun allergy'.  I'll resign at that time, then we can leave after the
questioning."
     "You and Natalie are coming with me?  Aren't these
investigations rather lengthy?"
     "I...I don't care.  I'll merely answer the first round of
questions, then disappear.  Natalie agrees with my decision and will
willingly come with us."
     LaCroix smiled.  "I'm sure Aristotle will do his usual
outstanding work.  Perhaps one of my South American plantations? 
One has recently been modernized."
     Nick shrugged.  "Doesn't matter.  Nat and I just want to be
together."
     "Of course.  How disgustingly sweet."  LaCroix picked his
wet washcloth up from the bathtub, using it to wipe stains from
around Nicholas' mouth.  "There's blood on your face."
     At first, Nicholas pulled back, then he grinned.  "This takes
me back a few centuries or more."
     "Agreed.  You always were a messy feeder."
     "You should know Natalie is still going to search for a
cure," Nicholas said hesitantly.
     "Since there is no such thing, I won't object if that is how
she wants to waste her endless time.  As for now, I must rest.  Go
fetch your lover."
     Nodding, the younger vampire turned to leave.
     "Nicholas," LaCroix said, the thought of apologizing for his
actions with Natalie once again crossing his mind.
     "Yeah?"
     The intention suddenly seemed a folly.  LaCroix did not like
to voice his regrets, and truthfully, Natalie, by right of creation, was
his to do with as he pleased.  In this case, what pleased him was
Nicholas' acceptance of the way his life <must> be, instead of some
fantasy of living in a mortal world.  His acknowledgment of the
need to move on was proof enough of this change in his outlook. 
Therefore, no apologize was needed.  The matter was solved. 
"Make sure you and our Natalie get at least a few hours sleep
between play sessions as there is must to do."
     "Sure... and LaCroix, I <don't> plan to share."
     LaCroix raised his eyebrows.  He'd never heard Nicholas
speak with such matter-of-factness.  "I don't intend for you to do
anything of the sort, I assure you."
     They gripped hands, eyes meeting.  "You truly are my
closest friend LaCroix, my...master and father, even if you are an
evil bastard."
     LaCroix grinned as the younger vampire left the room.  Let
the boy alone screw Natalie if he so insisted, but the victory
belonged to the master.  For now and all eternity, Nicholas was his
son.

THE END