If We Kissed

Chapter 3

Nick stood, looking like he'd just been slapped.

"Why not?"

"Because waiting was my idea, to save us both much grief, in case your newly-remembered feelings should change."

"We *are* going to wait, just as you've suggested. But surely one small kiss in the interim is not too much to ask?"

"Nicholas, please."

"At least tell me why you refuse."

LaCroix could feel his son's pain and confusion. He grabbed Nick's shoulders and planted a chaste kiss on each cheek. As he let go of the strong shoulders, Nick grabbed his hands and held on.

"No. I need you to *kiss* me."

"Nicholas . . ."

"Why not, LaCroix? Tell me, please."

LaCroix looked at his distraught son for a few seconds, and then pulled his hands free. He slid a finger over his son's lips, his voice a rough whisper. "I don't think I could bear to taste your mouth, knowing I couldn't have more of you. All of you. Immediately." At once, he regretted touching Nicholas' lips. He knew he couldn't wait a week to claim them as his own.

Nick closed his eyes, a chill running through him, both at LaCroix's touch and his words. When he opened them, he locked stares with his master, and an unspoken assent passed between them.

Both vampires lunged forward simultaneously, their bodies and mouths coming together with a crushing force that would have injured mortal men. They devoured each other, sucking lips and tongues, as they pressed the length of their bodies together, their hips grinding in unison.

What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?

LaCroix moaned at the flavor of his son, a sweet ambrosia that only moments ago he'd thought lost to him, forever. He grasped Nick's face with both hands and pulled his mouth away, eliciting a moan of resistance from the younger vampire.

He looked into Nick's eyes. "My fiery Nicholas. Oh . . . how I've longed for you." He took Nick's mouth again, and threw his body into his son's with such force, they slammed against the wall.

Would you run away?
Would you stay?
Or would I melt into you
mouth to mouth
lust to lust
spontaneously combust

Nick cried out in surprise and excitement at the impact. He bucked LaCroix away from him, forcing him back far enough for Nick to grab and rip open the front of his master's shirt. LaCroix pulled Nick's shirt open in kind, then grabbed the front of his son's trousers, tearing them, too absorbed in his lust to bother with buttons or zippers. As Nick pushed off his shoes and socks to step out of his ruined pants, LaCroix removed his with incredible speed.

Nick grabbed his master's torn shirt, yanking it down the strong, pale arms. LaCroix pulled it free of his wrists and tossed it aside, as Nicholas did the same with his own.

Nick held LaCroix's waist as he kissed him, his tongue covering every inch of his master's. He ground his hips forward, his excitement building as he felt the hardness pressing against his own. As his hands slid around LaCroix's back, he trailed kisses down his chin and the line of his jaw.

One of LaCroix's hands cradled the back of Nicholas' head, his fingers twisting in the blond waves, while his other moved down Nicholas' back and slid underneath the slick fabric of his briefs. As LaCroix squeezed the firm ass, he was rewarded with a breathy moan in his ear. He wriggled his fingertips between the silky, sculpted cheeks and massaged Nick's ass with his palm.

Nick moaned and pushed back onto LaCroix's hand as he felt his master's fingers near his tight opening. He sucked and nipped at the side of LaCroix's neck, occasionally moving up to pant in his ear and run his tongue over the lobe. He felt LaCroix's hand release his ass and start rubbing up his back. Nick kissed his way down LaCroix's neck and chest, where he licked a wet circle around one of the nipples. The tiny bud hardened as Nicholas sucked it into his mouth, nibbling it, flicking its tip with his tongue. He slid a hand up to pinch the other nipple, and found it already firm with excitement.

LaCroix groped at Nicholas' back. "Oh, yes, Nicholasss," he said, through clenched teeth.

Nicholas sucked the hardened nipple and hooked his fingers in the silky band of LaCroix's briefs. As he licked across the broad chest to nip at the other tender bud, he pulled the briefs down in the back, and cupped his master's firm ass in his hands. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, licking a wet path down LaCroix's chest and belly. He kissed the silky material still held in place by LaCroix's erection, and ran his pointed tongue over the concealed bulge. He felt his own erection throb as LaCroix whispered his name.

"Nicholas . . . oh."

LaCroix gasped and pushed his hips forward into his son's face, twisting his fingers in the unruly hair.

Nicholas tore at the front of the briefs with his teeth, pulling them down and out of his way. As LaCroix's erection was freed from its constraints, Nicholas' desire overwhelmed him. He moaned and sucked his master's cock entirely into his mouth, digging his fingernails into LaCroix's ass.

LaCroix cried out in pleasure as Nicholas swallowed him whole, without warning. As he watched his favorite's face slide back and forth on his erection, he realized he was on the brink of orgasm. He grasped the sides of Nick's head, pulling him back.

Nick looked up at him, breathless, his lips slightly swollen. "What . . . have I done something wrong?"

LaCroix caressed his son's face, then tore off the remants of his briefs. "No, mon fils rare. I *ache* to be inside you. And what kind of a father would I be, if I didn't tend to my son's needs before my own?"

LaCroix pushed Nicholas to the floor, covering his body with his own. He reached between them, grabbed Nicholas briefs and tore them away, eliciting a cry of excitement from his lover. The feel of Nicholas' hard cock bouncing and rubbing against his own nearly brought him to orgasm. He moved his hips up and down, rubbing their erections together, as he covered his son's face with kisses. LaCroix caught a faint taste of Nicholas' sweetness in the dried blood-tears that hadn't been wiped completely away, and the change surged through him. The rich syrup of his lover's blood was an exquisite taste he thought never to have again, making its flavor all the more intoxicating. He reached down and wrapped his powerful fist around Nicholas' erection and began pumping, squeezing with each stroke.

As LaCroix brought him closer to his release, Nick could feel the urgent desire building within his lover. He watched the passion overcome him, and the feel of his master's sure hand stroking him caused the change to wash over Nicholas. His fingernails dug into LaCroix's arms. The heady scent of his master's blood made him desperate to bite, to feed.

LaCroix sensed the overwhelming need in his son, pumping his cock faster and bending his neck to kiss him. Nick held LaCroix's face tight in his hands as he sucked and bit desperately at the sensuous mouth. The taste of his master's blood sent Nick over the edge.

Nicholas bucked into the skilled hand as he came violently, his scream muffled by LaCroix's greedy mouth and tongue. At the perfect moment, LaCroix released his son's mouth and turned his head, offering his neck to his lover.

Nicholas struck, sinking his fangs deep into LaCroix, drinking with such force that his master cried out in ecstasy. Nick could taste his master's lust and his rapidly approaching orgasm, but most of all, his all-encompassing passion for his most precious creation. The thick musk of his master's blood intensified Nick's orgasm. He wanted to scream again from the pleasure, but he couldn't bear to stop the flow of his master's esssence down his throat. He sucked at the tensed, pale neck, whimpering and moaning between swallows.

As Nicholas' orgasm faded, he licked the fresh wound, savoring the familiar, long-denied taste of his master.

LaCroix stroked his son until he was sated, and no longer thrusting or drinking from him. An occasional moan vibrated against the side of LaCroix's neck. He trailed his hand over Nicholas' tightened sac, being careful not to apply pressure, and easily slid a finger, slick with come, inside his son. Nicholas arched slightly, pressing himself down onto the finger, and moaned.

"LaCroix . . . oh, yes . . ." Nick looked into his master's golden-reddish eyes as the finger moved within him. His voice was a hoarse whisper as he pleaded, "Please . . . take me."

"My precious Nicholas." He inserted a second finger and slid them in and out, slightly wiggling his fingertips. LaCroix growled in his chest as he pulled his fingers out of Nicholas' ass, then slid his come-slick fist over his own erection. He rolled himself completely on top of his son, and as muscular legs wrapped around his waist, he pressed his erection against Nicholas' ass. Pushing his hips forward, he slipped the head of his aching cock inside the tight opening.

Nicholas gasped with the shock of invasion, but the initial pain soon gave way to a building pleasure, and within seconds his erection returned. He ran his hands over the strong back hovering above him, loving the feel of the ancient, powerful muscles rippling just beneath the skin.

LaCroix moaned and pushed forward, steadily and slowly, until he was completely buried inside Nicholas. He lowered his head and kissed his son, falling into a steady rhythm of slow thrusts. His incisors drew small pinpoints of blood from Nick's lips and tongue, the taste driving him wild. He loved the feel of Nick's erection rubbing against his belly with each thrust. He looked at Nicholas' face, feeling his son's eager body arching up to meet him.

"Oh, Nicholas, yesss."

The change swept back over Nicholas at the throaty sound of his master's desire.

LaCroix slowed his thrusts to an unbearable crawl and looked into Nicholas' eyes.

"Say my name," he said.

Nicholas whimpered at the slow pace, writhing beneath LaCroix.

"Say my name," he growled.

"Lucien," he whispered.

LaCroix increased his pace, no longer wanting to delay his release. "Mon coeur," he whispered.

Nicholas moaned. "Lucien . . . Lucien." He arched himself into LaCroix's frantic thrusts.

"Yes, Nicholasss."

As Nick's orgasm exploded, he screamed and sank his teeth into his lover's neck.

"Nicholasss!" As LaCroix came, he slammed into Nicholas unmercifully. He struck the satin neck with ancient speed, drinking down his creation's life essence, feeling drunk with the taste and smell and feel of his one, true passion. As the spice of Nicholas' orgasm mingled with his own, their embrace was so powerful and the sensations so strong, LaCroix imagined that they had somehow melded together, no longer two separate beings. He could taste his son's newly-remembered feelings for him, and they were just as brilliant and bright as it was when he and Nicholas had first become lovers, over seven-hundred years ago.

The vampires drank from each other, shuddering and moaning into each others necks, neither wanting to be the first the end the embrace. Finally, Nick was the first to pull away, licking the half-healed wounds he'd inflicted.

LaCroix lapped and sucked at the tender throat, then rolled off Nicholas, gasping as his over-sensitive organ slid out of Nicholas' body.

He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, and looked down at his lover's face. He touched Nick's smooth forehead, pushing a stray, blonde wave away from his face. "Nicholas?"

Nick lay on his back, his eyes still closed. "Yes?"

"Forgive me, mon fils."

Nick opened his eyes, amazed, and smiled at LaCroix. "For what exactly?"

"In all the times I'd imagined our reunion, I always expected it to be . . . slow. And tender. I wanted that for you." He looked into Nick's eyes, regret clear in his expression. "It has been so long, I could barely control myself as it was. For that, I'm sorry."

"Oh, LaCroix." Nick laughed, and stroked his face. "We needed this. I needed you to love me, you needed release for centuries of desire. It was perfect. Next time can be slow." He looked at LaCroix's mouth. "We have an eternity to be tender."

LaCroix leaned down and kissed the waiting lips.

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