[This story is dedicated to the Friday Knight UF chatters, without whose badgering (g) and encouragement this story would never have been written. Special thanks to Julia for the title (betcha didn't think we'd take it this way--teehee) and Leslie GS for her quick beta. Standard disclaimers--we don't own 'em, we ain't makin' money offa this, yadayadayada. Permission is given to archive on JADFE; if anyone else wishes to archive it, please ask first.]
Nick's evening had started off poorly. A quiet evening with Natalie watching a movie turned nightmarish with him asking Nat to leave shortly after he'd discovered her bra-less. Not wanting to make a scene, he'd made a lame excuse to get her out without her knowing what effect her lack of undergarment had on the beast within him. Then, after devouring a bottle and a half of cow's blood, Nick decided he'd log onto the Internet to try to calm his beast further. He'd just logged on to mIRC when he felt a familiar presence descending from the skylight.
"What do you want, LaCroix," Nick said flatly without looking up.
"Do I have to *want* something, mon fils. Can I not have dropped in purely for a social visit?"
Nick snorted at the idea of the word "pure" being associated in any way with his master. He turned his attention back to the screen, knowing that LaCroix would reveal his intentions in his own time.
The older vampire moved to look over his protege's shoulder. "What are you doing, Nicholas?"
"I'm in a chat on the Internet."
"Really? What room are you in?" LaCroix sounded genuinely interested.
Nick debated before answering. "It's a channel on mIRC called Cop-talk. We talk about police procedure, exchange ideas, stuff like that. It's nothing you would enjoy."
LaCroix moved in closer and sat on the edge of the desk, turned slightly toward the computer, and hence, toward his son. He had sensed his child's earlier frustration and had decided that tonight something must be done to ease his protege's "discomfort." "Then perhaps you should go to another channel, one that I *would* enjoy."
Nick shook his head and sighed, wishing his friend would just tell him what he wanted and leave. "I don't think so. I'm in the middle of a discussion here." He quickly typed out a comment to one of the chatters.
The older vampire turned the monitor with one hand to see what his son typed.
Nick grabbed the monitor with both hands and turned it back, looking up at his sire with obvious irritation. "Look, why don't you just tell me what you came here for so I can get back to what I was doing."
LaCroix seemlessly changed tracks. "Your manners are slipping, mon fils. I have been here for almost five minutes and you have not yet offered me a drink." He clucked his tongue and shook his finger in Nicholas' face.
"You don't *like* what I have to offer, remember?"
"That may be true, Nicholas, but I am in need of a glass." LaCroix pulled a small flask from his inside pocket and raised a single eyebrow.
Nick sighed again and got up from his desk. As soon as he was in the kitchen, LaCroix took his place at the keyboard and swiftly logged onto his own favorite channel, #deathsdoor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Nicholas came up behind the elder vampire quicker than anticipated.
LaCroix typed greetings to various chatters before looking up. "Your channel was rather boring, so I decided to find something more stimulating."
Nick was beyond exasperated. He tried, unsuccessfully, to pull LaCroix out of the chair. Through gritted teeth he growled, "Would you please move out of the way."
The older vampire typed a scintillating response to a private "suggestion" he received from a chatting friend. "I don't think so. I am rather enjoying myself at the moment."
Nick's eyes glazed gold with frustration when he saw where that "suggestion" was heading--LaCroix was using *Nick's* login and he certainly didn't want that woman tracking him into a chat room some other time. The chatter typed another response to LaCroix's egging that caused Nick's jaw to drop and his fangs to ache.
"LaCroix!"
"Nicholas!"
Fed up, Nick grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled it easily away from the desk. Then he shoved both his friend and the chair as hard as he could and LaCroix went sailing across the room, still seated in the wheeled contraption. LaCroix quickly regained his center of gravity and flew, unerringly, back toward the desk--the older vampire had been enjoying that conversation and was eager to get back to it. He crashed into his son with ferocity, knocking them both over the desk and onto the floor beyond. Nick was equally as irritated--LaCroix had no right to disrupt *his* chat. Both sets of eyes glowed an angry red and both sets of fangs were now on full display.
Nick placed his hands, palms flat, on LaCroix's chest and shoved the older vampire backward, levitating himself at the same time to help him stand. Unfortunately for Nick, LaCroix grabbed the younger vampire's arms and used his son's strength to keep him from being pushed too far. The two ended up with Nick on top of LaCroix, who was bent backward over the desk with his head resting on the keyboard.
With a sinking feeling, Nick watched his screen go blank as the computer rebooted itself. "Damn you, LaCroix," he hissed into his friend's face, "thanks to you I've just lost all record of that chat!"
LaCroix smiled lasciviously around his descended corner teeth. "Which chat was that, Nicholas--that boring one, or the more interesting one I began with that rather imaginative young lady?"
Nick just hissed at his sire.
"Ah--so it *was* the young lady that got your fangs in a lather," LaCroix teased, moving the leg Nick was straddling slightly to emphasize his point. A quite sizable bulge had emerged. "Tell me, Nicholas, would you like to go back to that chat?"
"How often do you talk to her," Nick hissed. His eyes continued to glow, but this time more with curiosity than anger.
LaCroix was thoroughly enjoying his son's state. It had been a while since he'd seen Nicholas lose control like this, and the fact that it was for a woman he'd never met just sweetened the old vampire's humor. LaCroix snaked a cautious hand up to touch his son's face, drawing a line from the corner of his mouth down his neck with one finger. "She is quite popular, but only lavishes her attentions on a select few. Would you like to be one of them?"
Nick didn't know what had possessed him. He'd known for a long time his beast was lurking just below the surface--but to emerge like *this*!
"You'll need to log on again," LaCroix said in a quiet yet encouraging tone as Nick let him up.
The younger vampire walked slowly around the desk while LaCroix moved quickly across the room to retrieve the chair. By the time he got back to Nick, the younger vampire had loaded mIRC and was typing in the appropriate channel name. LaCroix then grabbed a pillow off the couch and used it to kneel behind his son.
"I see she is still there," the older vampire commented quietly into his friend's ear.
Nick trembled faintly at LaCroix's closeness but simply nodded, then typed a simple greeting to her, privately.
LaCroix chuckled at her delightfully erotic rejoinder. "Let her know that you are not me, but that I am right behind you," he said huskily. "Ask her if she would like to play with us both."
The older vampire's chin was within a hair's breadth of Nick's shoulder as the younger vampire eagerly typed what his master told him. When her response flashed onto the screen, he leaned back slightly into LaCroix. "Seems she *does* want to play with both of us," Nick said lasciviously.
Before LaCroix could suggest a response, the young lady made another suggestion that caused the old vamp to chuckle and grasp Nick's shoulders companionably.
Confused, Nick asked, "What does she mean by 'control-alt'?"
"Not 'control-alt', my dear boy--she means 'control/alternate'."
"Meaning?" Nick prompted as his eyes continued to glow at the screen.
LaCroix's hands remained on Nick's shoulders as he spoke conspiratorially in his son's ear. "It is something done when two people share the same keyboard while 'playing' with a third online."
"I still don't understand."
LaCroix smiled as the germ of an idea hit him. "Obviously you haven't played in chat rooms late at night. She simply wishes to 'take control' while you and I 'alternate' following her instructions."
Nick's mind was reeling as he tried to process this aspect of Internet chat. A part of him wanted to simply find this woman and take her, and another part was curious as to this new game. "What kind of instructions?" he finally asked his sire.
Another message flashed on the screen. Nick quickly typed, "Still thinking."
"Yes," LaCroix said in an encouraging tone to his son. "This is something you should think carefully about. Because when she takes control, anything can happen. As I said before, she is quite the imaginative creature." One of his hands moved slowly to Nick's neck; the older vampire touched it lightly with a fingertip before continuing. "And depending on how close she perceives us to be may greatly affect her instructions to us." The older vampire could tell that his son was interested, and although he didn't want to press him too hard, he did want his Nicholas aware of the consequences of acquiescence. He also had an idea; one that might solve that earlier problem he'd felt from his son. "She may ask us to not only do things to ourselves, but to do things to each other as well."
Nick licked his still-descended fangs. "I'm game if you are." 'What am I *saying*?! Have I gone nuts?' Nick thought to himself. Strangely, though, he didn't feel regret--just curiosity at what would happen next.
LaCroix, to his credit, stopped his jaw before it hit the floor. "Then tell her to proceed," he said, trying to keep his voice even.
Nick did so, and a message immediately popped up on the screen. "She wants you to...."
"I can read, Nicholas," LaCroix chastised mildly as he snaked his arms under his protege's and began unbuttoning the designated-typist's shirt.
Nick could not stop his sharp intake of breath as his sire's hand brushed teasingly across his chest, tweaking his left nipple in the journey. As the last button was released, Nick typed the appropriate indications to their online partner. Her next command was immediate and Nick grinned evilly as he turned toward LaCroix to obey.
LaCroix' eyes widened slightly as he realized that Nick intended to carry out the instructions to the letter. He had not expected quite this level of compliance from his errant child. 'Hmm, this could prove to be more interesting than I'd originally imagined,' he thought as Nick's fangs came into contact with the lowest button.
As Nick dutifully bit off one button after another, he noted his sire's unsteadiness on his knees. 'This is getting to him too,' Nick thought. 'Good! As often as he teases me, I can be a tease too!'
The younger vampire had no intention of taking this to its logical conclusion, but he was thoroughly enjoying the shock he was giving his sire. The bulge in LaCroix's trousers was getting noticeably larger as Nick began to remove the shirttails from the older vampire's pants. In a sudden panic, Nick wondered if he had enough blood--both cow's and human--to satisfy them both when he decided they'd both had enough.
Finished, Nick re-seated himself before the keyboard, typed in a quick "performance report," and stared in shock as the next message appeared.
LaCroix laughed behind him. "I told you she was imaginative."
Nick stood up and faced his maker. "I want to see how you intend to do this!" he hissed through descended teeth.
LaCroix did indeed surprise his protege through his tongue's adept removal of Nick's slacks and underwear; according to her instructions, he was only allowed to use his teeth on the button and zipper, but the tongue had to be used while lowering the pants, and underwear. LaCroix chuckled as his tongue carefully cleared the waistband of Nick's briefs past his swollen member. Nick gasped as LaCroix's tongue came into brief contact with his penis as the older vampire carefully moved them downward.
The younger vampire returned to the keyboard and typed in his report. The next message caused his eyes to bug.
Wondering how far he could push his son, LaCroix chided, "Do it, Nicholas. We are just getting started."
"She doesn't understand," Nick replied, his eyes pleading. 'Why did I agree to this?' he wondered.
"But I do," his master countered, touching the younger vampire's cheek. "Get started, I'll take care of it."
As he heard his friend head for the kitchen, Nick began with long, slow strokes. The whole situation seemed so bizarre to him. Nothing seemed real anymore, and he couldn't believe he was actually maintaining an erection throughout such strangeness. Suddenly the room began to blur, then he smelled it--blood--and Nick lost it. An image of Natalie's unrestrained breasts loomed before his eyes. Without thinking, his mouth reached for the opened bottle as though it was her awaiting nipple and he sucked hard, drinking greedily. His hips jerked forward as semen began to spurt with his final strokes. He felt a towel drop into his lap, catching the remains of his climax.
"Are you going to be able to type?" LaCroix asked in a concerned tone as Nick took control of the bottle his friend had held for him.
Angry red-gold eyes flashed up at the older vampire. "Yes," he hissed, wiping his hands and face on the towel before returning to the keyboard.
When the next set of instructions flashed across the screen, LaCroix' eyes widened in delight.
"Hmm, it would seem that you are going to have to bring the keyboard down to the floor. Lie down on your stomach," LaCroix said with a wink, "and let me do as the lady requests, Nicholas."
As Nick carefully brought the keyboard down to the floor and stretched out on his stomach in front of it, he wondered just how far his sire was going to take this.
LaCroix straddled his son's hips and settled his still restrained cock against the younger vampire's lovely ass. He placed his hands on Nick's hips and began to slowly gyrate his own, starting gently but rapidly gaining ferocity. He lowered soft lips to nip at Nick's right shoulder. Ever so slowly, he scraped his fangs along the pale skin and came to a rest at the base of his child's supple neck. Nick moaned beneath him, arching his back with desire as he became lost in a memory from their earliest days together. As LaCroix felt his superior control abandoning him, he regretfully threw himself backward and off of his son. He watched Nick begin to type and was impressed to note only a handful of spelling mistakes.
A new message from their instructor flashed across the screen. Nick started chuckling. "I think we're going to need that towel again," he told LaCroix as he got up and moved the keyboard back to the desk.
The older vampire read the latest set of instructions. 'This is getting better and better all the time!' he thought, 'but how long can I keep up this charade? The boy will figure it out soon.' He smiled at his protege as Nick returned with a bottle for LaCroix.
Nick handed the bottle to his sire then moved behind him. He teasingly traced lines around LaCroix's restrained member before unfastening the older vampire's pants. Nick was slightly surprised to note that his sire had not worn underwear. Undaunted, though, he began first teasing, then longer and harder strokes. When he knew his sire was near ready, Nick moved one hand to LaCroix's scrotum and caressed that in manner he hadn't done in centuries. The old vampire suddenly lost his footing and had to be supported by his son as he came, moaning, into the towel.
LaCroix drank greedily from the bottle Nick had given him. Nicholas' "caress" had brought to mind an incident from their earlier days, when Nicholas was much more willing to "share" with him in these intimacies. LaCroix pulled the bottle from his mouth, then shook his head as though to clear it of these thoughts. The younger vampire chuckled again as the elder one wiped his mouth on the towel.
"Start typing," LaCroix growled at him. As Nick moved to the keyboard and began typing, the elder vampire again wondered how much longer he could keep up this charade. Nicholas' temper was not known for it mildness, and LaCroix knew he must be far away when the younger vampire realized the deception.
His opportunity to vacate the premises presented itself with the next set of instructions.
Nick's shock at their "Control's" latest commands caused his body to stiffen involuntarily. As Nick re-read her instructions he gasped, in both fear and awe at her temerity. "She wants you to shave my *what*? No way, nuh-uh. Not a chance."
Seizing the moment, LaCroix egged his protege on. "Oh come now, mon fils. It is not as if it will not grow back. You *do* want to see this game through, do you not?" LaCroix queried suggestively.
Nick bit his lower lip and sighed. He *had* agreed to play, after all, and he wasn't quite ready to stop just yet. He nodded once in the direction of his sire.
"Good. I will just go grab a razor and some shaving gel." He dropped a quick kiss on Nick's golden curls. "Lie down on your back and I shall return momentarily."
Nick turned his back on his sire to type a few more details to their unseen partner and to let her know that this might take a while. At first, her response confused him. As her meaning registered, confusion quickly turned to rage. She'd typed:
"BTW, what *is* taking you so long to respond? Heh - if I didn't know better, I would think that the two of you were actually carrying out my orders (weg), instead of just detailing for me what you *would* be doing."
"LaCroix!" he roared. But his sire's presence could no longer be felt in the loft. He reached out with his senses to find the older vampire already halfway back to the Raven, his mind colored with blatant amusement.
Nick looked around the loft--yes, LaCroix had grabbed his coat and clothes while Nick had been distracted and had exited through the skylight. The younger vampire roared his fury through his link to his master and threw one last thought to the elder vamp: "There *will* be revenge!"
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