Rubadubdub, Two Men In A Tub...
   by Les GS

Who and What: Nicholas and Lacroix, explicit male/male sex.

Note: The character mentioned, Amalia, and her relationship with Nicholas are laid out in the flashback of Crazy Love.

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Rome, 1540

Lacroix shrugged off his sable trimmed coat, tossing it across the foot of his bed before turning his attention to the buttons of his doublet's high, tight collar. A slight smile curved his mouth- along with the droop to his heavy eyelids, it gave him an altogether smug, sated look. Hunting had been exceptionally pleasant this night. The Eternal City, with a reformer on the papal throne, the third Paul, and as always a center of power and intrigue, offered him abundant opportunities for fascinating encounters. And tonight he'd plucked a real plum, having stumbled across a delightfully predatory young man, frequently employed as an assassin. His piquantly fierce blood had been as fine as his artistry with the knife, beforehand.

He eased out of the heavy, dark red velvet, allowing it to drop to the floor. Clad only in his white linen shirt and black silk hose, he stood a moment in the center of his chambers. The mortal servants had come and gone, having done their tidying up in the early hours after sunset.

He cast the net of his awareness wide, seeking to touch the minds of his family. Janette... ah, his bond to Janette sang as she coursed after her prey. He lingered a moment over the sensation of taut anticipation before shifting to his Nicholas. Lacroix found the man returned home already, the impressions gleaned from him darker, more muted. And below Lacroix, not here on the second floor of the building in their bedroom suites. Leaving the rest of his garments in a heap on the Turkish carpet, Lacroix made his way, nude, to the baths on the ground floor of his villa.

Light musk with a hint of rose scented the room; hanging bronze lamps, fueled with perfumed oil, burned with a glow as warm as the smell. Their flames burnished the stone-pale flesh of the elder vampire as he stepped through the open door. The flickering light lent false movement to the figures of the walls and floor, mosaic gods and beasts, shifting and dancing. The bath itself, white marble, sunk into the floor, could comfortably contain eight seated, placid bathers-- two or three active ones.

Tiny golden points of reflected flame gleamed in the ice of Lacroix's eyes as he stepped to the edge of the pool, gazing down at his son. Nicholas's limbs wavered, seemingly boneless, in the liquid light and shadow beneath the clear, waist deep water. The heat brought the faintest tint of pink to skin usually the color of finger polished ivory. Head tilted back to rest on the edge of the bath, his eyes were closed, though the slight crease in the lids indicated he held them that way with some effort. They opened under the pressure of Lacroix's regard. Looking up at his maker, Nicholas straightened on the seat and assayed a smile. Politely, he asked, "You fed well?"

Lacroix returned the smile and ran a hand down his flat belly. "Yes," he drawled, stepping into the water, onto the seat rimming the inside of the great tub. "He--" He broke off abruptly at the intense prickling of the heat on his legs. He stepped down again, off the seat, into the bath's center, releasing a hissing sigh as he collapsed into the hot water. Submerging completely, the heat engulfed him, his skin tingling with the warmth invading his flesh. Rising again, he ran his hands over his wet face and hair, the bristles clumping into short spikes.

"He was especially fine," he continued. "Rather clever with a knife. We played some hours before I took him finally." Smiling smugly, he shoved himself toward the other side of the bath, turning to sit beside his companion. "And you?" the elder vampire inquired mildly as he settled. "And weren't you going to see your painter friend this evening?"

Nicholas cast a quick glance at Lacroix before looking away, stretching out his arms to grip the sides of the pool beside him. As he lifted himself to lay across the top of the water he replied, "Michelangelo? I was going to, yes, but--" He tilted his head back into the water, closing his eyes and rolling his head back and forth as though trying to ease some tightness in his neck. After a moment, he pulled himself back down to sit again. Silent, he stroked his streaming hair away from his face with both hands.

"But..?" Lacroix prompted, languidly rubbing his belly and chest, working the heat into his flesh.

"But... I went to see Amalia instead."

"Ah." Lacroix's brows lifted as he wondered whether the girl, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, yet lived. He thought so, for Nicholas's tension would be far less if he had finally indulged himself completely. Nevertheless, he inquired, "She is..?"

"Fine," Nicholas replied, a trifle sharply. He glanced again at Lacroix, then went on in a milder tone, "She's... I took only a little. I fed heavily before I went to her."

"So sensible," Lacroix murmured, reaching out one hand to set it on the other man's nape. Nicholas stiffened slightly at the touch. Brows lifting a bit at his protégé's jumpiness, Lacroix gently squeezed the taut neck muscles. Perhaps Nicholas entertained some concerns that he didn't... approve of his relations with Amalia. Lacroix did not release his careful grip, continuing his light massage. After a moment, Nicholas sighed under his maker's hand, rolling his head to work loose kinks. Lacroix slid his palm down over the other's far shoulder. Then he shifted in his seat, smoothly tugging Nicholas around to face away so they both sat sideways on the seat. He brought up his other hand to press all his fingers into the dense knots across the man's shoulders. Nicholas groaned softly, allowing his head to fall forward as Lacroix began to knead the tightness away.

Lacroix did not mind, of course, this little game his son played with his mortal paramour. The restraint needed to take her just a bit at a time, over a series of days or even weeks, created in Nicholas a certain entertaining edginess. Delaying satisfaction was not something the man did well. And the girl's whole-hearted surrender, as obsessed with him as he was with her, made Nicholas's self-control even more impressive. Lacroix sensed, however, a measure of conflict within his young companion, a reluctance to allow this affair to draw to its own inevitable conclusion.

Lacroix smiled. No matter. Events would, naturally, fall out as they should. In the meantime, while the knots in Nicholas's muscles might be melting away under his hands, simple massage would not ease the twisting tension of his psyche. Lacroix leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips over Nicholas's nape, the bowed head adding a tempting vulnerability to the curve of his spine.

Cocking his head to one side, the younger vampire peered at him from the corner of his eye. Lacroix sat up again, mouth curved in a small smile. One hand slid to the back of Nicholas's neck, the thumb lightly circling the spot where his lips had rested. Nicholas continued to study him silently. Expression unchanging, Lacroix drew his thumb slowly down his companion's vertebrae. Nicholas grunted ever so softly, a shiver passing through him when the caress reached the base of his spine.

He turned then, in a swirl of water, hands coming down on Lacroix's shoulders, easing him back against the side of the pool. His fingers slipped down to his master's sides, bracing himself as he pulled his body forward through the water. He lifted his knees to straddle Lacroix's hips on the stone seat. Back slightly arched, he kept the barest space between their torsos, the warm water eddying along the skin of their chests and bellies. Lowering his head, he caught Lacroix's earlobe between his lips -- which he then sucked with utter concentration and dedication.

Lacroix was delighted with Nicholas's initiative, his eyes nearly closing, a pale glitter barely visible beneath his lashes. He reached down, running light fingers over the hard horseman's thighs on either side of his own. Scooting his ass forward a bit on the seat, he gripped Nicholas's hips, bringing their groins closer together. Their genitals, flaccid yet, and buoyant in the water, bumped against each other. Even after being glutted, their Hunger left them with a... lingering arousal, an edge they were never completely free of. This suited Lacroix down to his very bones, this heightened awareness a pervasive appetite which looked to more than just blood to appease it. All pleasures, of the mind, of the senses, he consumed, savoring every nuance he could wring from them. And--

His body tensed slightly beneath Nicholas as, like a delicate touch on a tautly strung wire, his bond with Janette lightly hummed. She killed. His companion sensed it as well, though his connection to Janette was not as strong. With a low growl, Nicholas's teeth closed hard on his maker's earlobe, piercing it so that a flare of blood burned a moment on his tongue before the wound sealed shut.

The younger vampire sighed, sliding his mouth along Lacroix's jaw and then down to tongue the skin over his jugular. Lifting his chin, Lacroix drew his hands up Nicholas's back, as Janette's savage joy, distant but distinct, echoed in his brain. This, of course, was his greatest pleasure; congress of body and mind with these, his finest creations. Nicholas's hands came up between them, and Lacroix grunted softly as the man's fingers closed rather firmly on his nipples. Phalluses slowly rousing from their placid state nudged each other more urgently. As his lips and tongue tip grazed over Lacroix's neck, Nicholas's thumbs circled the tight nubs of his nipples.

"Hungry still, Nicholas..?" The ancient vampire closed his eyes as his favorite's response was a series of nips down his throat with blunt incisors, leaving a tingling chain of sensation on his skin. "And here I thought you had fed well." Nicholas's mouth lifted from him and he opened his eyes. Their gazes met and Nicholas's lips quirked into a slanting smile. His fingers slipped from Lacroix's chest, down his sides to his hips.

"Some dessert, then," Nicholas replied. The man's smile widened into his rakish grin as he slid back, off Lacroix's lap. With a quick inhalation, Nicholas vanished under the surface of the water.

Breathing, fortunately, was a habit he could easily forgo. He crouched, groping for purchase and found Lacroix's hard thighs spread on the stone seat of the bath. He curled his body tight, his knees coming to rest on the pool's bottom. The water dragged at him, making his motions slow, dreamy. Ears stopped, no breath to take in a scent... he opened his mouth and the nothing water-taste filled it. He could see a blur of mottled light and shade, the columns of Lacroix's thighs, the shadow where they joined, the pale shaft in that darkness.

He bent, nuzzling the bobbing penis, letting it tap against his cheeks and chin. Opening his mouth wide, he took in water and cock together, leaning in closer until his forehead rested upon Lacroix's belly. He tightened his cheeks and tongue, water jetting from his mouth down the lengthening shaft. He felt Lacroix's abdomen tighten, then his master's fingers tangled in the cloud of hair swirling around his head. He closed his eyes and in that floating darkness, wrapped in silent heat, the cock in Nicholas's mouth became the center of his awareness. His lips leisurely explored the taut smoothness of the glans, the folds of the retracting foreskin, his tongue tip exploring the slit in the head. He found the faintest tang of coppery pre-seminal fluid. He sucked gently, wanting more, and felt a responding pulse in the flesh stiffening under the ring of his lips. He quested lower, his tongue tracing the twisting veins on the rapidly swelling shaft. Thighs tensed under his hands, Lacroix's pelvis tilting up as he sought the depths of Nicholas's mouth.

A surge of lust rushed through Nicholas, a sweet flood of energy coiling in his groin. It excited him when Lacroix responded to him unreservedly. Deaf to the world beyond this pool, he wondered if the man had sighed or even moaned. He shoved up closer, driving Lacroix's cock deep into the constriction of his throat, gagging himself in his eagerness. Lacroix's fingers closed spasmodically on his hair, then wrenched upward, pulling Nicholas forcibly from him and out of the water.

Hauled up against Lacroix's body, Nicholas caught a brief glimpse, blinking rapidly, lashes clotted with water, of his master's stark-white stare. Then he was lifted effortlessly, Lacroix pivoting with them both, water cascading down. Falling, he met the floor with enough force to knock his fresh-taken breath from him. The cold tile shocked the heated skin of his back and buttocks, and the backs of his knees caught almost painfully on the side of the pool. Lacroix, now standing on the seat in the bath, leaned over him, dripping, to grip his lower thighs and spread them.

"Glutton," Lacroix murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think to gobble up your portion before I take my own pleasure..?"

The younger vampire cast a quick glance in the direction of Lacroix's groin, where his shaft, enflamed by Nicholas's own avid mouth, speared upward, rigid and fiercely engorged.

"Slowly, Lacroix," Nicholas reminded him, suddenly concerned the man might attempt to enter him as swiftly as he would a well-warmed woman. Pulling his feet out of the water, he set his heels on the edge of the pool and propped himself up on his elbows, tempted to scoot away a bit.

Lacroix dropped his eyes, then chuckling, looked back into his favorite's. "You mistake me, Nicholas." His grasp became tighter on the other man's knees. One hand slid down the inside of Nicholas's thigh, his fingers ending up wrapped around the other's half-erect phallus. The younger vampire's breath stopped in his throat. Stroking lightly, Lacroix bent lower, his free hand coming to rest on Nicholas's inner thigh, pressing his legs wider apart.

"I meant this..."

Nicholas moaned softly as Lacroix drew him in. The tongue swirled around his cock's head, teasing back the foreskin, then probed the slit. He moaned again, louder, as the tight ring of Lacroix's lips slid down to the base of his shaft, the tongue now rasping along its underside. He sank back, off his elbows, his hands lifting to run their palms over the wet spikes of Lacroix's hair. His master cupped his scrotum, fondling the heavy, velvet fuzzed sac, and Nicholas let loose a shuddering sigh as Lacroix's tongue and lips took on a demanding insistence, his head bobbing rhythmically over his protégé's groin.

Mouth busy, Lacroix shifted his fingers from Nicholas's testicles, down over his perineum. He pressed there, winning an appreciative grunt, then massaged that firm wall, the flesh beneath rigid with Nicholas's erection. The younger vampire groaned, lifting his hips, pushing deeper into Lacroix's mouth. Lacroix engulfed him, swallowing around the rigid shaft again and again. He slipped his fingers lower, one circling the tight ring of Nicholas's anus, then gently pressing through.

Nicholas hissed at the invasion, raising his ass to meet the questing finger, welcoming the slight burn as his sphincter muscles were spread. Lacroix moved carefully, with only a little water and spit to ease his entry. The broad ring of muscle fluttered spasmodically around his knuckle, then calmed, and he slipped his finger deeper. The tip found the sensitive swelling within and pressed firmly. Nicholas shuddered violently, clutching hard at the bristling hairs on his master's scalp, uttering a moan of complete abandonment. Hips lifting, he thrust up into the throat consuming him at the same time as he pulled Lacroix's face down to meet his groin.

Lacroix wrenched himself away, short, wet hair tugged, a bit painfully, from his progeny's grip. Straightening, he eased his finger from the other's body. Nicholas cried out in frustration, his lust to explode in that deliciously tormenting mouth thwarted. He glared, eyes streaked with bright amber, at Lacroix, who stared back down at him, breathing a bit heavily. After a moment, he moved off, sliding sideways on the bath's seat. Nicholas began to sit up, but Lacroix raised an admonishing hand.

"Stay put. I want us both to enjoy this." He swept his hand toward the low wooden table a few feet from the edge of the pool. It held an array of small glass bottles and toiletries.

Nicholas sank back, watching his maker from under his lashes. He lowered his legs, placing his feet back in the warm water. His hands wandered over his belly, until he reached his thatch of dark gold pubic hair. He ran his fingers over the flesh beneath, easing the slight itch of the fuzz crinkling as it dried. His cock, still rigid, wet and gleaming with Lacroix's saliva, bobbed as he scratched. The elder vampire, hand hovering over his choice of oils, observed Nicholas from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly at the animal wantonness of the man.

He plucked his selection from the table, and stepping sideways on the seat, water lapping against his knees, placed himself again between Nicholas's legs. The younger vampire's hands stilled, eyes widening as he looked intently into Lacroix's face.

Lacroix glanced at him, then turned his gaze to what he held. Flicking the cork out of the bottle with a thumbnail, he tilted it to fill his broad palm with the oil. The scent of balsam and cardamom spiced the warm, moist air. He leaned forward, free hand holding Nicholas's knee down as the other man tried to lift his feet back up out of the water.

Lacroix lowered his hand to just above the swollen head of Nicholas's penis and tilted it slightly. A trickle of the viscous fluid flowed over the exquisitely sensitive flesh, trailing over the hard glans and down the rigid shaft. Nicholas, holding his breath, twisted his hips a bit, the delicacy of the sensation a torment. He exhaled in a sudden gust as Lacroix dropped his hand farther to firmly grasp his straining erection. He moaned loudly, nails biting into his palms, as his maker efficiently spread a thick coating of the oil with a few swift strokes.

Then Lacroix set a knee outside Nicholas's thigh, lifting himself out of the water. He brought his other foot up, placing it flat on the floor, straddling the recumbent vampire. Nicholas took a short, sharp breath, belly knotting with a sudden spike of lust as he realized where this was going. Lacroix took his hand from him to fill his palm again from the bottle, then reached between his own spread thighs. Smiling wickedly into his progeny's eyes, he oiled the crease between his buttocks, taking his time.

"Lacroix..." Nicholas murmured thickly, lifting his hands to run trembling fingertips over his maker's lean thighs. Smile deepening, eyes glinting with mischief, Lacroix brought his slick palm up to caress his own phallus, the rigid shaft arching farther up with every long, slow stroke. Nicholas's eyes followed the working hand, the wait excruciating. "Lacroix," he repeated, voice a low moan.

"Patience is a virtue," his maker chided softly, but at the same time he slid up farther, over Nicholas's hips, reaching down to grasp the base of the other man's cock. Holding him steady, Lacroix centered himself. Nicholas drew in a long shuddering breath as the head of his penis was guided to the correct spot in that slippery crease. Eyes on the other's mobile features, Lacroix pressed downward, beginning to bring Nicholas slowly into his body.

Nicholas became rigid under him as Lacroix's sphincter slowly yielded, his hands suddenly gripping the other man's thighs fiercely. Lacroix let out a long easing breath, and then Nicholas slid in deeper, the wide band of muscle clamping hard on the head of his cock.

Nicholas gasped, eyes wide and unfocused as the pleasure washed through him. His hips twitched as he with difficulty controlled his impulse to thrust upward, to bury himself completely. Lacroix paused a moment, the thickest part of Nicholas's penis past his sphincter, allowing the spasming of the muscles and the burn of the stretch to ease. He brought his hand again to his own phallus, stroking it almost absently as he studied his favorite, lost in lust. The man's hands clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed on his thighs -- in rhythm, Lacroix realized with amusement, to the pulsing grip of his ass-hole on Nicholas's cock. He deliberately varied the rhythm, and Nicholas's grip matched his.

The younger vampire's stare became a bit more focused as he realized Lacroix was playing with him. The clutching of his fingers eased into a true caress, sliding up the inside of Lacroix's thighs.

"Please, Lacroix," he whispered, the other man's irregular tightening around him not quite enough to take him over the edge. His hand wandered over Lacroix's, still leisurely stroking his own phallus. He curled his fingers over his maker's, joining him in the pleasuring. Lacroix smiled, though he would not give this task over to Nicholas. But he did bring his other knee to the floor, to settle slowly down to rest on Nicholas's hips, engulfing him completely. Spears of pleasure raced up his spine as the man's cock pushed up into his bowels, shivers of reaction passing through him.

Nicholas panted, squirming under Lacroix at the fierce contraction of the channel around him. His fist tightened over the other's fingers and Lacroix grunted at the sudden intense friction on his cock. He knocked Nicholas's hand away. The other vampire moaned, Lacroix's bond with him quivering like a bow string drawn almost to the snapping point.

Not yet ready himself, unwilling to have his own climb to orgasm interrupted, Lacroix quickly demanded, voice low and rough, "You will wait for me, Nicholas."

Nicholas's head rolled back and forth on the floor, but he bit his lip and took deep, calming breaths. Lacroix, gratified by this gesture of self-control, decided to be merciful and hurry himself along. He firmed and quickened the attention he paid his phallus as he drew himself up. Shifting the angle with which he came back down, he drove the hard, blunt head of Nicholas's cock against that inner pleasure point. Moans burst from them both. Lacroix lifted himself again, hand flying over his rigid shaft. Then Nicholas was gripping his hips, adding the force of his upward thrust as Lacroix shoved himself down. Sweet fire bloomed in Lacroix's bowels, coiled in the very root of his cock. He did nothing to curb that flaring bliss, working with the urgent Nicholas to intensify the pleasure washing over him in ever stronger waves.

"Lacroix!" Nicholas cried out, eyes burning topaz bright. "Please! Now, now!"

Lacroix's breath escaped him in a silent rush as ecstasy seized him. Spasm after spasm shook him, jerked from him by his own hand and Nicholas's internal hammering. He watched the thick ropy pulses of his ejaculate burst from his cock, spattering the white skin of Nicholas's belly and chest with pinkish stripes. And now he held himself back, every nerve in his body screaming the demand that he bite, that he take Nicholas's blood. He clenched his sphincter ruthlessly on the other man's penis, grinding his hips. Nicholas threw his head back, mouth wide, fangs gleaming, the intensity of it wrenching a throat-tearing shout from him. The force of the convulsion as he climaxed nearly tossed Lacroix off. Gripping hard with his thighs, Lacroix rode out his bucking, the heaving thrusts shooting Nicholas's seed deep into his body.

Then their hands were closing on one another's wrists, beast bright eyes meeting for the barest instant before Lacroix lunged forward for Nicholas's throat. Twisting his own neck, he presented his jugular to his lover so that they struck together. Nicholas flared in his mouth, sweet with his pleasure. The taste of his mortal paramour was still there, barely, a spray of giddy desire, a tumble into dark bliss, scorched in the crucible of Nicholas's veins. Quicksilver rushed through his flesh, the soaring exaltation of his favorite creation suffusing him. Then a rolling back-eddy twisted through him -- himself, transformed through Nicholas's perception into an unfathomable chaos. The mingled bloods burned through him, through his Nicholas, joining them in an explosion of thought-destroying ecstasy. They hung suspended a moment and forever, snarled in that net of barbed, soul-tearing rapture that enmeshed them both.

Ever so slowly, Lacroix regained some sense, reason uncoiling from the impenetrable knot at his core. He dragged himself back into the hot water of the pool, bringing Nicholas along with him. He floated in lingering bliss, his son cradled loosely to his chest. Time passed, unmarked. Then Nicholas stirred, his hands wandering aimlessly across Lacroix's torso, his mouth moving on the curve of his neck.

"Janette will be home soon," Nicholas mumbled groggily. His lips brushed the skin stretched over Lacroix's jugular as he spoke, eliciting a slow, coiling thrum of energy from the base of the older vampire's spine.

"And the play, no doubt, will continue," Lacroix replied softly.

Nicholas chuckled in his maker's ear and nuzzled the tender spot beneath it. One hand moved restlessly across Lacroix's chest, fingers lingering on his nipples. The elder vampire relished a moment the growing heat evident in his creation, the recoiling tension in their blood-strengthened bond, the insistent fingers on his flesh. Lifting his gaze to stare into a lamp's wavering flame, Lacroix smiled, points of fire glittering in his eyes.

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