Possession

Chapter 4

The old vampire met no resistance as he relieved Nicholas of his clothes and encouraged him to lie down. Nick's movements were a bit jerky, as if he'd been rolled up in a ball for too long and his limbs kept trying to spring back into an old, familiar position. He wasn't offering any help, but despite his obvious reluctance to participate actively, at least he wasn't fighting it anymore. Nicholas scooted himself to the center of the bed and reached for the edge of the sheet that LaCroix had neatly gathered at the foot.

Anticipation zipped through LaCroix' groin as he decided that a long, slow massage might help to soothe his tense offspring. He stepped into a small room just off the sleeping area and set about deciding which bottle would be the most appropriate. LaCroix perused his small but varied collection, searching for just the right potion. Though this occasion called for something extra smooth and luxurious, he didn't want to use anything that might overpower Nicholas' own masculine scent.

His crotch tightened as, feeling every bit the proud Roman general, he selected an ornate flask of olive oil and returned to his sleeping room.

LaCroix' breath caught in his throat as he entered. In his day, wars were fought for less a prize than that which was now laid out before him. His son's pale form was stretched against the dark maroon sheet: a beautiful study in contrasts. Nicholas would have been immortalized in stone, in oils, in clay and virtually worshipped by the sensualists during LaCroix' lifetime. Most men would have killed to spend time with him, and women would have betrayed their valiant husbands for a chance to be near him.

Nicholas' arms rested at his sides and his head was turned to face the opposite direction. Lean, muscled legs were spread slightly apart, one knee bent casually. His impressive penis lay to one side, his scrotum hanging full and heavy amidst a growth of thick, dark-blond hair. Nicholas had obviously changed his mind about covering himself. LaCroix smiled. Not participation exactly, but a promising start.

The aroused vampire walked around the bed and placed the flask of oil on his bedside table. While he undressed, he found himself immensely pleased that Nicholas' golden eyes never left his body. As a thought occurred to him, and old memory, he smiled and headed back into the little closet-like room. After searching through three drawers he found what he was after and returned to his waiting son.

Flinching as he struck the match, LaCroix lit the fat candle he'd found and placed it on the table. Nicholas watched him intently as LaCroix held up the match, slowly and seductively pursed his mouth into a small 'o,' and puffed out the flame. The old vampire took a deep breath as Nick's fully erect cock twitched.

"Roll over, mon fils." LaCroix slid his hand behind Nick's shoulder and turned him, noticing, remembering, how candlelight played off Nick's features, accenting the blue-gold of his eyes and the shine of his hair. How it shimmered on his preternatural skin. LaCroix picked up the flask and crawled onto the bed.

He straddled Nick's well-formed ass, loving the feel of the flesh so malleable beneath him. Squeezing Nick's hips between his thighs, he rocked slightly, his son's smoothness intensifying his arousal.

Nick's body tensed as, without warning, LaCroix poured the thick oil directly onto his skin. As he rubbed both of his hands into the pool that formed in the curve of Nick's lower back, Nick's muscles unclenched a bit and the tense vampire sighed.

LaCroix coated Nick's entire back with oil, rubbing the slick skin slowly but firmly, paying special attention to his shoulders and the back of his neck. The old Roman slid himself down past Nick's thighs and, parting them with his hands, knelt between them.

Nick moaned as LaCroix' ministrations moved to his thighs, his master's fingers kneading first their backs, and then their sensitive inner area. The backs of his knees were gently rubbed, and LaCroix turned to one side, then the other, to fully massage Nick's muscled calves.

LaCroix slowly pulled an oiled hand up the back of each limb, only stopping as he reached the inviting buttocks of his horseman son. With leisurely strokes he manipulated and squeezed each mound of flesh in a symmetrical pattern, his slick thumbs delving into the long crevice between them with each back and forth motion.

He could hear Nick's breath coming fast, an occasional soft growl escaping from his completely aroused son. Running his hands up the strong back and sliding on his knees to Nicholas' side, he whispered, "Nicholas."

LaCroix' desire spiraled as Nick rolled over and turned ruby eyes on his maker. His fangs had dropped and his mouth was wet and full from licking and biting his lips. Everything about him looked sexual and inviting.

LaCroix picked up the flask and reluctantly stood. He took up a spot at the foot of the bed with Nicholas' eyes following him hungrily all the while. Forcing himself to move slowly, he pushed the piled bedclothes out of his way and poured the golden oil over Nicholas' feet, eliciting a soft snarl of excitement from him.

The elder vampire smoothed the oil between his son's toes, over his instep, around his ankles. Impulsively, LaCroix leaned down and traced his tongue in wet circles over the bottom of each foot before firmly rubbing the shining oil into the soles of his son's feet. Nicholas shuddered at the touch of his master's tongue and began slowly rolling his head from side to side. LaCroix gasped in desire as Nick's hips bucked forward and his hands twisted the sheets.

Finishing with his feet, LaCroix moved to the side of the bed and knelt next to the beautiful, writing body of his son. He rubbed down the front of Nicholas' thighs and calves as efficiently as he'd done the rest, and had to force himself to ignore the straining manhood that was almost literally under his nose. The musky scent of Nick's arousal wafted up around him, making it difficult to concentrate on the movements of his hands.

Nicholas moaned and reached for LaCroix' cock only to have his hand pushed firmly away.

Skipping the part of Nick's body he most wanted to tend, LaCroix spread his oiled hands across Nick's stomach, secretly thrilling at the fast up and down movement of the pale chest as his son panted in his arousal. The ancient vampire lowered his head, dampening first one taut nipple, then the other, before his sure hands slid over them, pinching and teasing them into even tighter points.

"Ah, LaCroix . . . I can't take anymore, please." Nick moaned as LaCroix splashed the silky oil over his neck, allowing it to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. Nick reached for LaCroix' cock, then his own, but his sire again firmly pushed his hands away and back to his sides. As his skilled fingers massed his son's neck, his urge to bend down and drink from this magnificent creature was almost unbearable. He slid his hands over Nick's broad shoulders and down his arms, pressing and squeezing as he went.

Prying each of his son's fists from the sheet, LaCroix used the pads of his fingers to massage the back of Nick's hands while he moved his thumbs in a firm, circular motion over the palms. As he slowly stroked the length of each finger in turn, Nick clamped his hands over LaCroix' and tried to pull him closer.

"LaCroix?" Nick's voice rumbled with need, his hands tight around his master's. Smiling, LaCroix pulled free and resumed his crouch between Nick's legs.

Knowing he should give in, but wanting to prolong the delicious tease as much as he could, LaCroix squeezed the sides of Nick's hips, thrilling with each desperate thrust and wriggle of the body beneath him. He admired his son's cock, straight and thick against his belly, hard enough so that it barely moved with each of Nick's squirms. LaCroix pressed his palms in circles on either side of the gorgeous member, thoroughly massaging his entire lower-stomach and pelvic area.

The old vampire gently spread the oil over the tight sac between Nicholas' legs and was rewarded with his frenzied son arching off the bed in pleasure. As he concentrated on the small strip of flesh between Nick's anus and scrotum, Nick let out a strained whimper which quickly turned into a full force growl. LaCroix slid two satiny fingers into his son's body before finally rubbing a friction-warmed, slick hand down the underside of Nicholas' cock.

"Oh!" Nick's hips thrust forward, pressing his erection into the too-gentle stroke, simultaneously squeezing around the longer fingers in his ass. As LaCroix took the base of Nick's organ in his hand and started a slow, upward movement, Nick cried out. "Oh, faster . . . please, I can't . . . . "

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhh." LaCroix slowly and gently massaged the swollen head with the tips of his fingers, calmly shushing his son's occasional pleas for release. As he squeezed the head of Nick's cock, he slowly moved his fingers in and out of the quivering body that was now so completely at his mercy. After a few minutes of this slow foreplay, aware of his own almost painful erection, he gave in to his son's throaty pleas.

He wrapped his fist around the tip of Nick's cock and slowly slid it down to the base before falling into a slow pumping rhythm. Nick's panting was interspersed with long moments of holding his breath and growling low in his throat.

"Yes, oh god, LaCroix." Nicholas voice dripped with passion as he encouraged his lover's attentions. "Ohhhh, yessss . . . ."

As he increased the speed of his strokes, LaCroix turned up his other palm, spinning his fingers around inside Nicholas and curving them upward in a "come here" motion. As his fingertips pressed upward, finding Nick's sacred spot, his son's back arched violently and he heard the sheet tear in Nicholas' grip as he cried out.

He moved his fingertips in slow circles against his son's prostate, his other hand now working furiously up and down on Nick's erection. The tight flesh around his fingers contracted erratically, and his son's already unbelievably hard cock became silk-encased steel in LaCroix' hand.

LaCroix continued the swirling pressure on his son's prostate and pumped his fist down the delicious cock with abandon. "Yes, Nicholasssss."

The tightening around LaCroix' fingers intensified, and Nick frantically bucked into his hand, completely lost in sensation. As the younger vampire's orgasm exploded through his body, he threw his shining head back and let out a full-throated, male, sexual growl that nearly caused a spontaneous orgasm in LaCroix.

As Nick's orgasm reached its apex, LaCroix threw himself over his son's body, his erection rubbing against Nicholas' pulsing cock, prolonging the stroking sensation. Nicholas' arms wrapped around LaCroix and he ground himself against his master's hard flesh. As LaCroix turned his head to the side, moaning at the sensations this exquisite creature was giving him, Nick sank his fangs into his father's neck, drinking deeply of the sex, the pleasure, the power that only LaCroix possessed.

As his passion slowed to a luxurious crawl, Nick held to LaCroix, rotating slow sips with licks and kisses spread the length of the Roman's neck. He let his kisses trail over LaCroix' jaw and chin, finally covering the full mouth with his own. The elder man returned the kiss wantonly, lightly moaning around Nicholas' probing tongue.

Slowly, LaCroix slid off Nicholas and stretched out on his side next to his son. His cock was still hard, and he instinctively pressed it against Nicholas' hip while his hand traveled in slow, soothing circles over Nicholas' chest.

Nick was exhausted nearly to the point of unconsciousness, yet he rolled onto his side, reaching for LaCroix' hardness and seeking out his master's mouth. LaCroix had been so patient, and he needed his pleasure, as well.

LaCroix captured the groping hand and chastely kissed his son's face. "Non, mon fils. Non," he whispered. "Your needs tonight, Nicholas. And now you need rest." Within minutes, Nicholas had fallen into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, the first since his possession.

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As dusk approached, Nick woke and found himself, to his surprise, completely alone. He thought for a moment, then grinned; LaCroix knew that facing him the next day would be hard for Nicholas. After LaCroix' selflessness last night, giving Nicholas his release while never achieving fulfillment himself, the simple added act of giving him this space touched Nick deeply.

Although, he thought, LaCroix may have assumed that Nicholas would be horrified and remorseful about what had happened. Maybe he was simply sparing himself yet another of his son's rejections. Nicholas surprised himself by realizing he didn't feel horrified or remorseful. The thought that he ought to regret it entered his mind, but he quickly swiped it away. For the first time in quite a while he felt . . . at peace with himself. Almost.

Nicholas showered and dressed. Once the sun disappeared completely he headed out of the Raven, not surprised to find his master nowhere in sight.

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"When we went out I told him I liked him as a friend, but there was nothing beyond that. I think he took it pretty well."

Nick changed lanes, then looked at Tracy. "That's good. No big scene, huh?"

"No. Thank goodness." The pretty blonde smiled, then looked ahead at the road. "So, you're looking better. I thought you'd be off for at least another night."

"I'm . . . good." Nick smiled, and realizing the time, he clicked on the radio.

As the rich timbre of the Nightcrawler's voice oozed out of the speakers, Tracy rolled her eyes and grunted, shaking her head. "We've got to find you a new station." She grimaced. "Oldies, maybe?"

Nick laughed. Then, as he listened to LaCroix' show, he sobered, his body instantly answering his father's question.

"I'm here, listening--won't you tell the Nightcrawler just what it is that you desire this night?"

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