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The Kitchen Table
by elfin

disclaimers etc etc.... a PWP for Unnamed Faction and NightHaven. Not beta read!!!

explicit m/m/m

Nick smiled as he pulled back the elevator door. "LaCroix just uses the skylight."

"LaCroix has no manners."

Nick chuckled at that, and bade his visitor enter. "What brings you here so close to dawn?"

"You mean, why am I not out there playing guardian angel to your partner? You know, Nick, I do have better things to do with my time than play second partner to your policeman act."

"Now you're starting to sound like LaCroix."

Vachon pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and turned it around, straddling it and folding his arms across the back. He watched Nick find a couple of glasses and dig a bottle out from under what looked to be a false compartment in his fridge. "Let me guess... pig?"

Nick uncorked the bottle and sat on the table top, crossing his legs in front of him. Vachon looked up at Nick in his Buddha-like position and started to pay a little more attention to the blond vampire. Two glasses were poured and the erstwhile host handed one to Vachon. The Spaniard took a hesitant sip. He stared at Nick.

"It's human." Nick nodded. "But I thought.... LaCroix said...."

"I often wonder what I miss out on because everyone thinks they know me through what LaCroix has told them."

Vachon shook his head and took a long drink from his glass. "Why don't you just put him right?"

"I was having fun. I am going to tell him. He's been so righteous recently, I just can't stand the thought of him believing he won, when actually I just stepped out of the war."

"Is that why the bottles are hidden?"

"No. That's so that Nat doesn't find them and tip the contents down the sink. Someone else who thinks they know me."

Nick dropped his head back, stretching his neck in a way Vachon suddenly found very disconcerting. "What has changed your mind?"

Nick smiled, glancing sideways at his dark friend. "You."

"Me? How can I have had such a profound effect?"

Nick thought about that. Vachon draped his gaze over the soft main of blond hair, the gentle waves drifting back and down over the collar of the azure silk shirt. Cornflower blue eyes regarded him with no small measure of affection. Pale skin, the silken movements of muscle in the neck, across broad shoulders and down, the open couple of buttons of Nick's shirt revealing a fine, smooth chest.

Nick seemed to bathe in the scrutiny, the heated caress of Vachon's gaze. He smiled to himself, dropped his head back and opened another two shirt buttons, sliding his hand inside the material to harden his nipples with his fingertips. Vachon could barely remember how to breathe. A thought popped into his head that this could not be Nick Knight - the straight-laced, no-fun vampire who wanted to be mortal and played at being cop. Where had this impostor come from?

Nick turned, dangling his legs over the side of the table, his groin inches from where Vachon's wide-eyed stare was incapable of rising. He put down his glass and combed the fingers of both hands into the thick black hair that cascaded over the Spaniard's shoulders. "What brings you here so close to dawn?" Nick repeated his earlier question, his voice lower this time.

Vachon swallowed, feeling ridiculously like a bemused teenager. "I was going to say... that I'm not... your slave."

Nick laughed. He actually threw his head back and laughed; a sound like the voice of an angel. It occurred to Vachon that it was a sound he had not heard before. It was beautiful. "Why do you let me treat you the way you do?" The question was asked in a tone that blew all comprehensible answer from Vachon's mind. Nick's velvet tones brushed over Vachon's mind. "I call you on a whim and tell you that I need your help. I make you sit outside an apartment all night. I shout at you for being distracted by your own child. Still you just take it. Why?"

Vachon shook his head. "I think you know."

"Tell me anyway."

The Spaniard sat up, raising his head to meet Nick's still deep blue gaze. "I would do anything for you. I've wanted you from the moment you threw me up against the wall at Screed's place. I've thought about you, about your scent, wondered how you would taste. Each and every time LaCroix yells at you or puts you down I want to kill him."

Nick's mouth dropped to Vachon's almost of its own volition. The glass smashed against the hard floor as Vachon let go of his drink to encircle Nick's neck with his arms, to lace his fingers into the hair that felt so good, to pull that luscious mouth even closer, urging the strong tongue even deeper.

Nick pulled back, his face a mask of dark pleasure but his eyes somehow retaining their mortal beauty. "Touch me. Show me what you've thought of doing to me."

Vachon needed no further invitation. He stood, swinging his leg over the chair and casting the seat back against the piano stool. Stepping closer to the table, he wound his arms around Nick's back and pulled him to the edge, fingers working the fastenings of his trousers with ease.

Nick lifted his face, kissing Vachon's mouth, nipping his bottom lip and drawing a spot of blood. The Spaniard smiled into Nick's mouth, his own tongue sweeping against the other's, roughly battling for dominance. It was a game of pretence; Vachon knew without question who was in control of this encounter. The one who was always in control. Others just did not see it. Vachon wanted to laugh with the joy the knowledge brought him.

In his arms, Nick was wriggling free of his trousers while his fingers played down the front of the other vampire's black shirt, pushing the material apart and wrapping his arms around the slim torso revealed. Vachon could feel Nick's substantial erection prodding his own stomach, and he took the hint. Releasing the lusty mouth, he pushed Nick back onto the table and dropped fluidly to his knees. For a moment, Vachon stopped, his hands on Nick's parted thighs, Nick's fingers in his hair, and he looked up into the face of the vampire who had initiated this scene. So much innocence played in the features that gazed down at him. He had wanted to love Nick, to take him from the clutches and barbs of his devastating relationship with his master and to protect him, to care for him. It was what he had felt with so many others.

Now though... now two months of dreaming had been shattered. Nick wasn't a vampire who needed protecting; everyone tried to protect him. He had enough people to care for him and to love him. He needed passion, desire. He needed what only another vampire could give him. He needed to taste orgasm in the blood of another, have a lover bite him and drink from him. He wanted all that Vachon could give him. Smiling, Vachon ducked his head and swallowed Nick's cock into his throat.

Nick threw his head back, crying out with the intense heat that engulfed him suddenly. He had forgotten the pleasure, the exquisite ecstasy of a mouth on his cock. So involved was he in rediscovering the intense sensations, that LaCroix was there in the loft for some time before being sensed. Nick turned his head slowly, his ochre eyes settling on the not unwelcome guest. He smiled slowly, leaving one hand on Vachon's head and beckoning his master into the kitchen with the other.

LaCroix moved behind Nicholas, long pale fingers moving into his son's collar and pulling it down, back away from his neck. Leaning his palms flat on the table, he lowered his head to place gentle kisses on his son's exposed throat. The silk hung from Nick's shoulders, draping down his back. LaCroix pushed it off one shoulder, gripping the pale flesh gently, lovingly. Finally the presence of another vampire pushed through the haze of pleasure fogging Vachon's mind. He lifted his head suddenly, his eyes flaming when he saw LaCroix. But Nick's fingers soothed him, stroking his hair and face, urging him back to the task he had. LaCroix nipped a path across the back of his son's neck, delighting in the sounds Nicholas was making, the fact that he was allowing this. Before Vachon could bring him to the edge, LaCroix reached around Nick and lifted the
Spaniard's chin with his fingers. "You said that each and every time I insulted Nicholas, you wanted to kill me. Why didn't you try?"

Vachon's instincts were coloured by the desire he could read in Nick's expression as the older vampire stroked his hair, still gazing down at him. He should have been angry. But all he could feel was a building excitement that he wanted to overwhelm him. "You'd have killed me." He rasped out the answer but LaCroix was already shaking his head.

"Why?"

Growling deep in his throat, Vachon knew that LaCroix wanted the truth. "Because he loves you."

It was the correct answer. LaCroix lifted his son and told him to kneel. Nicholas dutifully obeyed, his mouth finding Vachon's even as the Spaniard rose to meet him. The shirt shrugged off, Nick found himself embraced against Vachon's muscled chest, held tight against the dark hair that mapped out his skin. The kiss of the other was deep and demanding, and Nick gave himself up to be controlled. This was what LaCroix would want of him, and with Vachon here he felt safer somehow, more willing to be taken by them both than by just one.

When LaCroix next contacted his body, it was with a naked embrace from behind. For a time, Nick was encased between the two of them, Vachon plundering his mouth while LaCroix licked and nipped at his throat, finding the places he was most sensitive, even taking a little blood. Vachon finally broke the kiss and reached around for another chair, turning it and kneeling upon it to bring his face level with Nick's delicious cock. He licked its tip, teasing his lover with tiny sensations.

LaCroix watched his son's face for a while, taking in every sensation that Nicholas was beginning to allow into the bond between he and his master. His eyes caressed Nick's body, working their way down until they settled on the boy's hard cock, and the skilled mouth playing it. The sight aroused him more than he cared to admit. Looking around he found Nick's discarded drink and dipped his fingers into the blood as he climbed up to kneel behind his son and to part Nicholas' legs with his knees. Nick gasped as the cool liquid was dripped between his buttocks. He turned to watch in rapt fascination when LaCroix's slick fingers started to work their way inside him. Part of him felt that this was happening to someone else, and he was merely a horny voyeur. Yet another, more persuasive part of his mind was convinced that two vampires were making love to his body and it was exactly what he wanted.

LaCroix wrapped his arms around Nick's chest, pressing his cock into his son in one unrelenting movement. Nick cried out in pain, taking in a breath simply to force his muscles to relax. Vachon's fangs scraped along his cock with infinite gentleness, yet Nick understood and attempted to soothe his more caring lover. LaCroix arched his back slowly, pulling back out of his son's rectum, his blood-red stare turned down to watch as he pushed back inside and rejoined them.

LaCroix's hands roamed the sweat-slick body he held. One arm angled upwards to clasp his son's shoulder, pulling Nick back against him. The other dropped downwards, and curious fingers gripped the base of Nick's cock. Vachon continued to slide his lips over the silken-steel rod, to swallow the thick cock. His tongue flicked out over LaCroix's fingers, and for a moment he hesitated. And then he pushed up further and took those pale digits into his mouth with Nick. He sucked on father and son, his eyes turned up to watch the absolute rapture on Nick's face. He needed to see that, to know LaCroix's fucking wasn't hurting Nick, wasn't detracting from the pleasure he desperately wanted his lover to feel.

LaCroix's mouth on the back of his neck began became sharper, and Nick began to feel the prick of fangs. He titled his head, stretching his throat for his father's bite, at the same time lifting Vachon's mouth from his own cock and directing it to the inside of his thigh. As LaCroix's fangs sunk deep into Nick's jugular, Vachon's teeth bit into his pulsing artery. He flooded out into the mouths of his lovers and came with shuddering force. Vachon felt Nick's seed hit the side of his neck. His own orgasm so close, he rose his arm to Nick's mouth and moments later came hard when fangs sunk deep into his wrist. Tasting his son's orgasm flooding his honey blood, LaCroix thrust once more into Nick and came there, buried inside the body he worshipped.

The three drank from one another as time became meaningless. Nick released Vachon's wrist and took his father's arm from around him, biting reverently into that. LaCroix's blood spoke of the forgiveness between them, and the love that had always burned within him. His master's blood flowed through his body, revitalising him, strengthening him, reminding him of the life he could have if he would only embrace his nature. The same old argument that Nick just wanted done with.

The three vampires collapsed against one another, shrugging each other off to stumble to the relative comfort of the thick rug before the fire. LaCroix lay on his back, with Nick cradled in his arm, turned away from him. Vachon was lying face to face with Nick, their legs hooked on over the other. LaCroix had pulled himself up to kiss his son's shoulders before lying back and closing his eyes.

After a time, Vachon reached across to push a damp strand of hair from Nick's face to behind his ear. Nick smiled softly. "So... what did bring you here so close to dawn?"

Vachon chuckled. "Does it matter?"

"I guess not."

*

Two nights later, Nick lit a hundred candles and sat back to await his guests. Wearing tight, blue velvet trousers under a big white silk shirt, he slid back the elevator door and was met with an assault of kisses and exploring hands....

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