Disclaimers: Well again I own none of the character's in this story. They all belong to James Parriott and the TPTB.
Knight of Passion
LaCroix looked down at his sleeping son. He brushed a piece of wavy hair out of Nicholas' eyes. Nicholas stirred then fell back into peaceful dreams. LaCroix smiled, thinking of what they had done that day.
Nicholas had run straight to the Raven for comfort after the news that his partner, Don Schanke, was on a plane when it was blown up. His son got all the comfort he needed and then some more. Nicholas had never been so loving before in all his 800 years and LaCroix loved it.
LaCroix got out of the king size bed, covering Nicholas' naked form. He moved onto the bathroom and made himself a hot bath. He lay in the huge tub, closing his eyes as the water rippled along his body. When he opened his eyes again, it was to see Nicholas standing over him.
LaCroix sat up, inviting Nicholas to join him. The bathwater rose with the extra weight. His son's back was facing him. LaCroix picked up a spongue and started to wash Nicholas clean. His son sighed as the softness of the spongue caressed his back and shoulders.
LaCroix leaned back, pushing his legs forward, making Nicholas slide against his chest.
They lay in the water like this for a long time, LaCroix running a hand through his son's unruly locks. Nick fell asleep against his master, his father, the hot water lapping at his cool skin. LaCroix gently prodded Nicholas awake. Nick looked up at him, eyes turning gold with desire.
Nick moved his body up, until his face was even with his master's. LaCroix sighed in pleasure as Nicholas moved his buttocks against his growing erection. Gasped when his son moved over him until LaCroix was deep inside him.
LaCroix thrust once, going even deeper within his son. Nick cried out loud, eyes closing in pleasure. LaCroix wanted to please his son, to see Nicholas squirm in ecstacy. It would be even better to watch Nicholas pleasure himself on him.
Nick started to move slowly over his master's erection, feeling it grow even harder inside him. He turned his head slightly and kissed LaCroix' cheek. LaCroix watched as Nicholas placed a hand over his own erection.
LaCroix hugged his son close to him, feeling through their link how close Nick was to finding his release.
Nick moaned, started pumping his own penis as he moved up and down on his master's hardness. His actions got faster and harder, more urgent. Water went all over the floor as Nick began to slam himself onto LaCroix over and over again, his breath coming in short gasps. Nick's legs began to flail as he began to uncontrollably buck. He began to shout out his pleasure, every 'oh' making LaCroix want Nicholas all the more.
Nick reached his climax, biting into his arm to find his release. He tightened around LaCroix, almost making the ancient climax. Nick slammed himself down once more, shouting out loud as he came, his legs twitching with his orgasm.
He collapsed onto LaCroix, breathing hard, face covered in clear water and red sweat. He could feel LaCroix' still hard penis inside him. He moved his butt from side to side, eliciting a growl, which turned into a groan, from his master.
Nick smiled and pulled himself off of LaCroix. LaCroix looked at Nicholas, wanting to be back inside his son, feeling Nicholas' warm insides around his cool penis.
Nick lay against LaCroix, moving his hand down to his master's shaft and felt the length of it, making LaCroix buck his hips. Nicholas had already brought him close to his climax, his son's gentle touch driving him closer.
LaCroix had only moved once when Nicholas was surrounding him. Nick wanted to pay his master back for his own passion. He would make LaCroix go wilder than he did. He wanted to see his master in the throes of passion.
Nick put on a mischievous smile and put his hand completely around the middle of LaCroix' penis. His master thrust into his hand and gave a moan of pleasure. He threw his head back. Nicholas had taken away all that was left of LaCroix' control.
Nick smiled and kissed his master's lips, thrusting his tongue into the other mans mouth. Nick ran his tongue over sharp canines, a very sensitive area. He was happy to hear a frustrated growl come from LaCroix.
Nick began to move his hand, which wasn't necessary, as LaCroix was thrusting into Nick's hand as if he was inside his son again. LaCroix started bucking, completely losing control of his lower body. Nick was glad he could make his master feel like this.
LaCroix threw back his head and cried out loud as his pleasure mounted, his body almost exploding. He groaned when he felt Nicholas move away from him and to the other side of the tub, watching his master, eyes glowing yellow.
Nick wanted to watch LaCroix, like his master had watched him. Even without Nicholas, LaCroix' hips were moving. Nobody had ever left him when he was this close before, never, but at the moment LaCroix didn't care. All he wanted was to find release from the tortuously pleasured state Nicholas had left him in.
LaCroix found that his hand had a life of it's own as it clamped itself around his penis, the smallest touch making him cry out. He was bucking wildly now, his body with a life of it's own. He didn't realise when he kicked Nicholas, hard.
He reached his own climax, greedily biting into his wrist, his whole body going rigid before he brought himself to his release. He came into the water, thrusting a couple more times, before his spent body collapsed.
He looked to his son, only to see Nicholas with his head against the tap, a massive cut in the back of his head. His son was unconscious. He was healing fast, however, and should be fine again in a couple of hours.
LaCroix picked his son up and dried him, before putting him back into the giant bed. He crawled into the warmth of the blankets himself and was asleep in no time.
When LaCroix woke up, the sun was setting. He had slept both the night and the day. Looking to the opposite side of the bed, he found Nicholas gone, a note where he had slept the night before. Picking up the note, LaCroix read it to himself.
LaCroix,
Thank you for putting up with me. I needed to be comforted and you did your job well. I forgive you for kicking me. Thanks again.
Your son, Nicholas.
LaCroix smiled as he read the signature at the bottom of the letter. Nicholas hated being called by his whole name in this life, rathering the shorter version, Nick. He also didn't like to acknowlege the fact that he was LaCroix' son, so this letter was special to him. He would keep it close to him, for a very long time.
Finis
Well there is the end of that. How did you like it? I know it has no plot, not really, but it was nagging at me to be written. Send all comments you have to me via email. Flames will keep me hot for the rest of the winter (I'm an Aussie)in the fire place, where they burn real good and where they belong.
