a little fiction

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TITLE: The night after
RATING: NC-17 ( just to play safe, hints of slash and a kiss)
PAIRING: Nick x Lacroix
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've done a small fanfiction concerning the yaoi doujin/comic I've posted at fk_freaks lately. It plays just after the events of the doujin. Thanks to mhorrighan for beta reading. I hope you like it.




The night after

Nick entered the open-plan office of the precinct with an afterglow of sex surrounding him. Nearly everyone he passed on the way towards his desk looked at him frowning because of the “out of space” - smile playing around his lips.
“There you are.”
The voice of Tracy brought him back to reality. His partner was grinning broadly.
“Hi, Tracy”, he replied flatly.
“Seems like you’ve spent an interesting day after leaving so hurriedly yesterday.”
How would you know? he wanted to ask, but managed to hold his tongue before it was too late. Nick left the statement unanswered. His eyes fell on his desk. Now he knew why Tracy would say something like that. A green bottle and a square box made of black velvet were displayed on the table, so that everyone could see the presents pretty clearly. He knew who had sent him these gifts and somehow Nick was embarressed about it. On top of the box lay a cream white, unlabelled envelope. Tracy watched him with growing curiousity when he took the letter. Nick opened the envelope and pulled out a simple, matching card.

Dear Nicholas,
I hope the presents suit your taste. I’m sure you will need both of them to endure your shift.
And I hope you will accompany me to the theater tomorrow evening. Let me know your decision.

The card wasn’t signed, but he recognized the neat handwriting. With the card came a ticket for the performance of “Romeo and Juliet”. His father even remembered that this was his favourite play by Shakespeare. He couldn’t help smiling.
“And who is she?”, Tracy asked curiously.
“What?”
“You definitely impressed the woman.”
Suddenly the image of Lacroix with a wig and a dress popped into his mind. He could hardly supress to laugh out loud.
“What’s so funny?”, his partner asked irritated.
“Nothing. We are just old friends”, he replied grinning.
“Yeah, believe it. You are not going to tell me more, are you?”
“Definitely not.”
He opened the black box and took out a new, midnight blue shirt made of pure silk and perfectly matching his eyes. The fabric was cool and soft in his hands. He could almost feel the softness embracing his skin. The shirt he wore had lost some buttons yesterday. He hadn’t been home before his shift started because he overslept. His encounter with Lacroix had exhausted him pretty much. Nick appreciated the gift. It isn’t very good to show up at work in a ruined shirt. Especially when your skin is covered with hickeys. His eyes wandered to the wine bottle sitting on his desk. His stomach growled silently. Knowing Lacroix there wouldn’t be cow’s blood in it, but this didn’t matter to him right now. Nick didn’t have anything for breakfast and he was getting slightly hungry. He licked his lips. Better from a bottle than from a neck.
“Excuse me”, Nick said huskily, grabbed his presents and headed towards the men’s locker room.
He didn’t even realise that he passed Natalie on his way. Fortunately he was alone in the locker room. He opened the bottle and took a deep swallow. Oh, this was good. Something special from his sire’s private stock with a strong taste of intoxicating fear in it. Nick took another swallow and licked over his extended fangs. A shiver ran down his spine. He took a deep breath and forced his beast back into its chains. Then he changed into his new shirt. He was just about to fasten the buttons when Natalie came around the corner.
“Nat, what are you doing here?”
“You ignored my calls and passed me by without saying anything at all, so I wanted to know what’s up”, she said, but stopped dead when she noticed the hickeys on his chest and the bruises on his wrists, “Oh my god, what happened?”
“It’s nothing”, he replied.
“Let me see. Does it hurt?”
The coroner reached out to examine his wrist, but Nick took a step back.
“I’m alright”, he snapped annoyed and closed the last button.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I don’t.”
He wasn’t in the mood for one of Natalie’s lectures.

Nick reached out for the bottle, but Natalie held him back.
“Nick, don’t!”
“Let go”, he growled and threw her a warning look out of glowing eyes.
“Fine! You want to throw away everything I’ve worked for to help you? Oh, that’s wonderful, just wonderful.”
“You don’t understand”, Nick hissed and took a deep whiff of the intoxicating scent of the blood in the bottle.
“Of course I don’t understand”, she burst out angrily, “How can I ever understand you, when you don’t tell me anything at all?”
She turned on her heals and stormed out of the room. When the door slammed shut Nick drowned the remaining blood, stuffed the bottle and his old shirt into his locker and returned to his desk. He ignored Tracy’s curious look and tried to focus on the huge amount of paperwork piled up on his desk. How he hated paperwork. It was so...boring. And his mind was occupied with Lacroix and the fight with Natalie. He couldn’t tell her about his encounter with Lacroix. At least not now. If they would go further in their relationship, he had to tell her eventually. But now he doubt that they would ever come this far. Nick let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. He had to get out of here before he would die of boredom. With a swift movement he raised himself, grabbed his coat and hurried to the exit.
“Hey, Nick. Where do you think you’re going? Nick!!”, Tracy yelled, but he ignored it.
As soon as he was outside he took to the air and headed towards the RAVEN. He made his way through the crowd and entered the studio when Lacroix turned off the microphone.
“Nicholas, I didn’t expect to see you so early”, his father said smoothly, “Is your shift already over?”
“I left”, Nick answered without looking at him.
“So I see”, Lacroix smiled and raised himself slowly, “And you’re wearing my present.”
“Err..yes, thank you.”
“Was the blood of your liking?”
Nick just nodded.
“And still something’s troubling you, mon fils. Tell me.”
Nick looked into the tranquille blue eyes of his master.
“I had a fight with Natalie. She saw the hickeys and bruises.”
“And you didn’t tell her where you got them?”
“No.”
“Ashamed of what we did?”, his father purred.
Nick shook his head never leaving his gaze. Lacroix took his hand. Nick withdrew instantly and took a step back looking irritated.
“Your hand. It’s warm”, he whispered, “You...”
“...didn’t kill anyone, Nicholas. Mortals are so willing to donate freely”, Lacroix said with a smile, “You know that.”
He took his hand again and this time Nick allowed it.
“I really didn’t restrain myself, did I?”, he whispered and kissed the bruise.
Nick sighed at this soft, warm touch. He wanted to feel this warmth embracing him, entering him. Lacroix, sensing his need, started to nip gently at the pulsing point of his neck.
“Lacroix, don’t”, he protested half heartedly, “Someone might come in.”
“But that’s arousing you even more, mon fils”, Lacroix purred and pulled him closer.
He felt Lacroix’s imprisioned erection rubbing against his own throbbing, trapped hardness. Nick pulled his father’s head towards him for a kiss. His tongue teased his warm lips begging to enter. Finally he was rewarded with a deep kiss. So soft, so warm. Nick wanted to savour the warm sensation spreading in his body just created by this kiss. The kiss grew more and more demanding and passionate. Nick couldn’t stop his fangs from dropping. Lacroix caressed them gently making him purr in delight. Then suddenly blood filled his mouth. Nick began to suck frantically at the cut. His hands clawed at his sire’s back pulling him as close as possible. He wanted to dive into this warmth, melting by the sheer ecstasy of it. All of a sudden the kiss was broken.
“No”, he moaned and searched for his lips again, “More.”
Nick was rewarded with a soft laughter. He opened his eyes and looked into the still pale blue ones of Lacroix.
“You are truely insatiable, mon fils”, Lacroix smiled, ”I believe you’re accepting my invitation to the theatre.”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll spend another day with me.”
“Yes”, Nick answered again baring his fangs in a smile.
He wanted to kiss Lacroix again, but he placed a finger on his lips.
“We should retire to a more comfortable surrounding, don’t you agree?”
Nick simply nodded and followed his sire with an excited feeling of what might await him this time.


FIN