Disclaimers: I don't own them, but by now everyone should know who does.

Gaining Back Control

Part One

Nick felt like he was losing control of everything. He was angry. Angry at himself and anybody who so much as talked to him. That night, he had almost lost control at a crimescene. The scent of blood, mingled with the sight of the mangled body, not only fueled his anger but his hunger as well.

He had fled home straight after his shift had ended and had attacked his fridge, trying to get to the bitter cow's blood inside. When successful in opening the door, he had consumed so much in a blood rage to care. He went upstairs to his bed and collapsed on it, knowing he couldn't sleep. Memories of that night running through his head.

*******Flashback********
One week ago.........

Nick smiled brightly as he exited the Raven. He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes. He had delivered the painting of Janette back to said person and had spent the rest of last night and all of that day showing the black-haired beauty just how much he did care. At first he had felt guilty, thinking of how he was betraying Natalie, before admitting to himself that he didn't have a relationship with the lady M.E.

Nick took in a deep breath of air, smelling the smells of downtown Toronto. Opening his eyes again, he looked up into the sky again watching the half moon shining brightly down at him from a sky dotted with luminescent stars. The night sky had never looked so good.

Leaving his car parked where it was, he decided to walk home. He strolled lazily through the streets sticking to the ground. The thought of walking sounding better than flying.

When he had turned onto Gateway Lane he felt the prescence of another vampire. He paid no attention to it, knowing it wasn't LaCroix or an Enforcer.

He reached his loft and was ready to punch in the code to let himself in. He was surprised when a pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, slamming him hard into the door of the place he called 'home'.

Nick gasped as he found himself staring into the yellow eyes of the vampire. One that was older and stronger than he was. Those eyes glinted maliciosly at him. Nick began to struggle slightly in the other's grasp. He had never seen this vampire before.

"What do you want?" Nick gasped out the words. The strange vampire just smiled at him. He let go of one of Nick's shoulders only to slowly pull down the fly to his pants. Nick gasped again as he realised what was happening. He whimpered when he felt his jeans being forcefully tugged down and a hand play over his penis. He felt ashamed of himself when his body reacted to the touch.

The stranger's smile widened at this, his own pants falling to the ground. Nick was spun around and slammed hard into the wall. He was stunned for a while, almost missing it when the other man thrust deeply into him and cryed out in pleasure. Nick kept silent thinking it best to just let it happen.

When the man buried deep inside of Nick came, biting hard into Nick's neck, Nick felt like screaming as he felt the other mans seed jet into him. He had kept his silence and mentally blocked it out. He had somehow kept distant during the attack on his body.

"Thanks for the fun man." The vampire said, pulling up his pants before flying away. Nick looked down, only to see blood flowing down his legs. He could hardly stand. He punched in the the code to reach his loft and opened the door to enter the lift before collapsing. While on the ground, he pulled his pants back on ignoring the pain it caused to his torn up rear.

He couldn't stand back up. Slowly, he crawled into the lift and with difficulty closed the door and pushed the button to go up. He felt his pants dampening from the blood seeping through and had wished for nothing more than a scolding hot shower.

********End Flashback**********

Nick growled angrily to himself. He could still not believe that had happened to him. He was exhausted, not having been able to sleep properly. At first he hadn't been angry. That emotion had crept up on him at work tonight.

Schanke had been worried. He had kept asking Nick if he was ok? Nick had lost his temper at those three words and had yelled that he was fine before stalking to his desk. Nobody else had really talked to him after that. His nickname wasn't the 'Knightmare' for no reason.

Natalie had been even more worried. At first she had complained of not seeing him for a week and had asked what he had done with that time. When she kept getting no answer from the vampire, she had asked if he was alright. Again he had lost it. He felt like a loose cannon. Ready to go off for any reason.

Nick beat his pillow and fought the temptation of screaming into it. He laid his head down and closed his eyes.

As soon as his eyes were completely shut he was asleep. He knew sleep didn't bring relief, but he needed whatever rest he could get.

Part Two

LaCroix watched as his Nicholas fell asleep. For the past week he had felt practically nothing from his son. Tonight had been different. Nicholas has been angry. There was another feeling buried in all that anger, but LaCroix did not know what it was.

A week ago, LaCroix had felt the sudden sting in Nicholas'shoulder and had automatically closed their link thinking his favourite had been shot. Again. He really had no intention of going through Nicholas'pain. LaCroix would let his son's doctor 'friend' work her magic once again and rid him of the pesky bullet.

LaCroix walked to his son when Nicholas bagan to thrash about on his bed, caught in another of his nightmares. He watched as Nicholas let out a gasp and open his eyes wide. LaCroix smiled.

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Nick had dreamt of him once again. When he had woken up, he was looking directly into a pair of ice-blue eyes. Eyes he knew only too well. Nick growled.

"What do you want LaCroix?!" Nick asked, anger evident in his voice. He could feel the anger boil inside him and would welcome the fight he knew would happen. He would welcome the anger then.

"Can I not visit my son on occassion?" LaCroix asked back. Off of Nick's look the ancient gave a dramatic sigh. "I was wandering what had brought on this anger."

Nick's eyes immediately turned to their yellow colour. "I am not angry!" he growled. LaCroix raised one eyebrow and sat down on the bed. He put a hand on Nick's shoulder. It was enough to make Nick snap.

"Don't you dare touch me!" he screamed, punching his master in the jaw. LaCroix was taken by complete surprise.

"Nicholas, what is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong! I wish everybody would stop asking me that question."

"Do not lie to me. Do not scream at me either." LaCroix dropped his voice, making sure there was threat in his tone. Nick laughed.

"Oh yeah. Sure. Why not. Beat me. See if I care. I don't. I dare you to do it LaCroix. I know you want to. You always do."

"What is wrong, Nicholas. Tell me. You have never acted like this before." Nick snorted in disgust.

"You know, you always are saying that you know exactly what I feel and when I feel it. For someone who can do that you haven't been very observent of late." Nick gave a wicked grin. "You tell me what is wrong. you should know."

"Nicholas, ny patience is wearing thin."

"Then beat me. At least one of us would enjoy it."

LaCroix was suddenly concerned. He thought back to all the things that has happened in his son's life of late. Nothing he could think of would bring his Nicholas to his present state of mind. A thought suddenly hit him. What if something else had happened when he had thought Nicholas had been shot? Is that what had his son so out of control.

"What happened last week, Nicholas."

"You tell me."

"I felt a pain in your shoulder. I thought you had been shot and had closed the link."

Nick laughed, slightly hysterical. "Thanks. I really appreciate that. I hope you know I wasn't shot. I wasn't even working."

"Than what happened?"

Nick turned his back on his master and kept quiet.

"What did I do wrong this time, Nicholas?" LaCroix asked.

"You closed the link LaCroix. When I needed you the most, you weren't there." Nick said quietly. LaCroix's concern grew with these words. He tried to touch Nicholas' shoulder again. Nick tensed with the touch, but let it happen. LaCroix began to gently massage the knots out of Nick's back. Nick moved into a more comfortable position and heard a slight gasp come from LaCroix. A hand was suddenly at Nick's neck. Nick growled low in his throat threateningly before moving his head out of the way of the touch.

"Leave me alone!" He growled. The fang marks were still visible. His feeding frenzy earlier on that night had been the first time he had fed since last week.

"Who did this to you? Surely it was not Janette."

"It wasn't."

"Then whom?"

Nick shrugged. "I don't know." He turned back around to look at LaCroix. "A vampire older than me. I had never seen him before. He left right after. I couldn't stand on my own two feet. I could have used your help and was wondering where you were. He grabbed me hard and shoved me into the wall outside. I hit it with my shoulder. That is probably what you felt."

"He raped you?!" LaCroix said, more a comment than a question.

Nick nodded. LaCroix went to stand but Nick dragged him back down to the bed. "He's gone LaCroix. He was just passing through Toronto. He is not here anymore."

LaCroix was extremely angry at this news, but it did answer all his questions.

"I feel out of control. I lost it at work today. I had the last week off. I wasn't ready to see anybody." Nick shrugged. He guessed there wasn't really a right time. Suddenly he needed control. Of anything.

LaCroix was surprised when his Nicholas wrapped his arms around him. "Nicholas? What are you doing?" he asked when his favourite began to lovingly nuzzle his neck.

"I want you. Let me take you." Nick replied accentuating every word with a kiss.

LaCroix smiled. "Fine." he replied.

"I need to be in control. Let me have control for once."

LaCroix could only nod his consent.

Part three
Adult scene. Yes it is slash if you haven't guessed already!

Nick slowly kissed his way from LaCroix' neck to his mouth, moving one hand slowly down his master's chest, undoing the buttons he found in his way. When they were all undone, leaving LaCroix' chest exposed, Nick slowly kissed his way down to the exposed nipples.

LaCroix sucked in a breath at the sudden intense pleasure that flooded his system. One of Nicholas' hands went down to the growing bulge in LaCroix' pants, slowly petting it with the tips of his fingers through the soft material. LaCroix gave a moan of pleasure as Nicholas' mouth brought his nipples into a state of arousal, turning them into hard nubs which Nicholas gently twirled his tongue around.

Nick's fingers were suddenly busy undoing the other mans belt, feeling the bulge of LaCroix' penis grow with the extra room. He heard another pleasured moan come from his master's lips. Nick grinned and slowly started to kiss his way to LaCroix' navel, flicking his tongue in and out of the little hole in quick strokes. One of Nick's hands went up to curl themselves in LaCroix' short hair, the other freeing the now engorged cock from LaCroix' pants.

LaCroix groaned in pleasure and bucked his hips as he felt Nicholas grab hold of his enormous member and started to slowly move his hand up and down his shaft. LaCroix' hands moved to Nicholas' shirt, trying clumsily to undo the buttons. Nick growled low in his throat and moved the hands away. Grabbing the hands in his own, Nick pinned them to each side of LaCroix' head.

Nick grinned, feeling his fangs fall into place. He slowly bent down and made slow cicular motions around the head of LaCroix' cock with his tongue. He felt LaCroix buck underneath him, trying to gain access to Nicholas' mouth. Nick moved away from the bed, hearing a frustrated moan come from the naked man on his bed.

"Don't move!" Nick demanded. He went to a dresser on the other side of the room and pulled out a pair of titanium handcuffs. He had kept them in his room since the first time Janette had stayed the day in his loft. Those thoughts stirred him into a state of arousal. He shifted uncomfortably once, but then ignored his own erection.

Quickly walking back to the bed, he handcuffed LaCroix in a position which made it impossible for his master to bite himself to find release. This satisfied Nick greatly. He enjoyed this moment, more than any other encounter he had ever had with LaCroix. He was now the master, LaCroix but a toy to play with.

Nick frowned when he realised that LaCroix had calmed down from his earlier ministrations. He shrugged. He would soon cure that problem.

Going to the end of the bed, Nick positioned himself between LaCroix' legs. He slowly kissed the thighs that were displayed. He heard LaCroix start to breath heavily from the kisses. Nick grinned and kissed his way up to the once again rigid penis.

Capturing the member in his hand, the other slowly massaging the balls, Nick began to place his kisses on the head. Slowly, he ran his tongue over the tip, already tasting the pre-cum.

LaCroix bucked again, only to have the hands disappear. He groaned at the absence of the touch of the hands, gasping as he felt the wetness of Nicholas' mouth fully envelope him. He bucked again, burying himself deep in his favourite's mouth.

Nick slowly began to move his head in slow motion, almost taking his mouth completely away before taking all of his master once again. When LaCroix bucked again, Nick immediately stopped this action. He heard a growl come from LaCroix.

"Finish what you have started, now! I cannot take much more." LaCroix gasped as he felt his son withdraw from him. He growled again. "That is not a request. I am ordering you."

Nick laughed, enjoying the moment. He slowly undid his fly and freed his own straining erection from his pants. "I am in charge here, LaCroix! Don't tell me what to do." He uncuffed his master, after telling him not to bite. Turning him so that he was on his stomach, Nick replaced the handcuffs and started to tease the back of LaCroix' neck with his tongue.

Dropping so that his head was next to LaCroix' ear he whispered, "Have you ever done this before?" Off of LaCroix' shake telling him no, Nick gently kissed his ear. "It will hurt then. I'm telling you that now. I will be as gentle as possible, but it will still hurt."

Nicholas began to get pillows and put them under LaCroix' hips, getting him ready. He felt the light touches to his penis again and felt his son began to gently stroke him.

"It will be pleasurable for you if you will let it be. Just relax." Nick said softly, as he felt LaCroix tense under him.

Nick had placed two of his fingers inside of LaCroix, getting him ready for his entrance into him. Thrusting them in and out, LaCroix groaned in pleasure.

Nick soon replaced his now wet fingers with his penis, making sure to use the wetness as a lubricant for easier access.

Slowly sliding himself in, he felt LaCroix gasp in pain. When Nick began to slowly thrust, the gasps soon turned to groans, as pleasure took over the pain. Nick's thrusts began to get more desperate as his climax raced to meet him. LaCroix was shouting out for his realease, reaching his peak before Nick had. Thrusting harder and faster brought Nick to his own peak and with a growl of pleasure, he bit into his master's neck, while giving his wrist to LaCroix.

Coming at the same time, Nick thrust a couple more times, his seed shooting itself deep inside of LaCroix. Nick felt wetness on one of his hands and realised he had never stopped his ministrations on LaCroix' penis. Nick collapsed on top of LaCroix, breathing hard. He pulled himself out and uncuffed his master. Crawling into LaCroix' arms, he fell into a refreshing dreamless sleep.

Part Four

Waking up in LaCroix' arms, Nick smiled and snuggled into his master for warmth that he didn't really need. It felt good to be this close to LaCroix, once again.

His stomach growled at him and he realised that he was hungry. Untangling himself from LaCroix but careful not to wake the other man, he went downstairs and to his fridge to get some of the blood he craved.

His fridge was empty and this confused Nick. It had been full when he had left for work last night. Looking around, he saw empty bottles strewn from one end of the loft to the other and remembered his frenzy from last night. Nick blushed.

His stomach cramped and Nick doubled over. He had not fed at all since the rape and he was paying for that now. Going back upstairs, he saw LaCroix sitting up in the bed, uncomfortably. Nick suddenly felt shy. He had never been so demanding before. He had done things last night to LaCroix that he had never done before and he felt embarrassed by it.

"I'm hungry." He whined. LaCroix stared at him. Nick looked to his feet. "I ran out last night. Sorry."

The laugh Nick heard come from his master was the last thing he was expecting. "Why are you apologising? I felt your frenzy last night. Why do you think I showed up. I never bought anything with me. You will have to call the Raven."

Nick pouted. LaCroix knew that he would need something a whole lot more nutricious than cow's blood. Nothing else would truly help in the state he was in. "Fine." He grumbled walkind downstairs once again and placed an order for a crate of uncut human to be delivered to the loft.

Hanging up the phone, he felt LaCroix' presence behind him. Last night had made their link stronger. "Are you happy? I hope you know that this is not going to last long. I will switch back when the crate is gone and I am in more control."

"I never expected anything less of you, but it will be harder for you to switch back to that swill. I want to see if you are able to accomplish that after the uncut human that you will be feeding on." LaCroix laughed. "I might get you back yet."

Nick scowled. "I don't think so LaCroix. I am not returning to you. What happened last night was my way of gaining back my control. You would have done the same thing."

"Yes. I would have." The ancient replied, wrapping an arm protectively round his son's waist. "Reguardless of what you think Nicholas, you will come back to me."

"Not completely I won't. You can do whatever you want to get me back. Even if you succeed, you won't have all of me. I am my own man. I wish you could understand that. I am not a fledgling anymore, I do not need my master to tell me what to do anymore."

LaCroix never answered. He knew a fight would break out if he did and he was content that his son was not already swinging punches. He tightened his grip slightly before letting go. Using his much sharper senses he could sense a vampire nearby with Nicholas' crate. "Your crate has arrived." He stated, before moving to the lift door, greeting the young vampire.

Nick was near his master in no time, the scent of blood making his hunger flare. He growled at the young one, scaring him in the process, before grabbing one of the bottles and upending it.

His senses were invaded by the human blood and Nick groaned in pleasure. He suddenly knew that LaCroix had been right. He would have a hard time switching back to the cow. Draining another of the bottles, banishing what remained of his hunger, he wondered why he should even bother. The blood was donated freely. Nobody was hurt to get it and it tasted fantastic.

When he finished his second bottle, Nick started to clean up the mess his loft was in. When that was done he was in high spirits. Glancing at his watch, he realised that if he was going to go to work tonight, he had to fly.

"I'm going to work," he stated. "I need to see if I can control myself around spilt blood." With a grin he left LaCroix standing alone in the loft.

Smiling slightly to himself LaCroix left, flying back to the Raven, the topic for his Nightcrawler show running for his head. Family and lost children coming back to their parents.

Fini

Well what do you think of that! I like the ending. Might make a sequel to this, a non-adult one. I already have it all figured out. Guess what happens. Feedback on this is welcome as ever! Flames will be put out immediately.