A Choice Jarvinia (written...uh...October 2002, and first posted on my site as of January 2003) Forever Knight and its characters don't belong to me and no infringements on copyright are intended. This is merely the result of being tired, hyper and hungry, having two hours of free time, some paper and a green pen. I seriously debated just leaving it there, but...got bored again, and typed it in. I would like to thank amethystshells for going though this and catching a few things. This story may not be archived without permission. This is ADULT, (characters Nick, Nat, and LaCroix) so don't read it if you might be offended by stuff along those lines.... It has a little bit of a plot, but not much. Feedback gratefully accepted (and begged for) at jarvinia@gmx.com ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ A Choice (01/01) Natalie paced in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the second level. For the last several weeks she had been working on something for Nick, and had finally decided to tell him about it. She had found something that, with time and continued ingestion, 'dulled' the vampire element to the point that it simply ceased to function. Now, she just had to tell Nick about it, and explain the possible effects and results...and try to make it clear that this wasn't a permanent cure, but that it could lead to one. As the freight came to a halt, she pushed the door open and let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. Being late morning, she knew Nick had probably already headed to bed, but she didn't think he would mind if she woke him--not for this. "Nick?" she called, hoping to rouse him a little before actually waking him up. Turning on one of the lights, she could make out Nick's jacket and things by the table...and another jacket haphazardly tossed on the couch. It looked like Nick's, but she wondered why he would have two jackets out. She shrugged the thought off, dropping her purse and jacket off by Nick's things, and starting up the stairs. Reaching his room, she found the door slightly ajar, which she pushed in farther, slowly illuminating the room in a soft glow from from the lamp downstairs. "Nick?" she softly spoke into the darkness, her eyes again having to adjust to the low light. Stepping further into the room, she nearly tripped over a shoe as her eyes fixated on what lay before her. There, on the bed on top of rumpled and disheveled sheets, was a pile of pale, flawless flesh. The forms literally melded with one another. From where she was, she couldn't tell exactly what she was seeing. She couldn't react to the sight. It was a bit unexpected, just enough that her mind froze. One thing she knew, however, was that she shouldn't be there. Yet, her eyes wouldn't leave the scene before her. It was like a painting...a picture. She found herself taking a step closer, and then another to get a better look at just what was there. By now, she was close enough that it wasn't difficult to make out Nick's form. Entangled with him was LaCroix, and together, they almost seemed to become one. They were both so peaceful as they slept, and despite knowing how they’d most likely gotten this way, she surprisingly found that she wasn't angry with Nick. Aware she should leave, Natalie took a couple of steps back, and almost tripped forgetting the shoe was there, but catching herself on the door. At the noise, she saw Nick stir, turning his gaze toward her. The eyes that met hers were a beautiful shade of gold. LaCroix' eyes, a pale blue focused on her a couple of seconds later. They each drew her nearer, and soon she found herself again approaching the two now awake vampires. She wasn't sure what to think of what was before her...or, for that matter, what they had been doing earlier. It was obvious they were, or at least had been that day, lovers. It was something she had suspected, although Nick had never mentioned it. But, seeing evidence of it right before her eyes was a little overwhelming. Planning to quietly slip away, she froze as the elder vampire shifted, getting off the bed a moment later. As he came closer, she found it very difficult to keep her eyes on his with the almost playful tone to his gaze. He moved behind her, after which she felt her hair being gently pushed to the side. Arms gently encircled her, fingers unbuttoning her blouse. His actions made her slightly nervous, but she wasn't sure what, if anything, she could do to stop them. As he finished, resting his hands on her abdomen, she felt him pull her back against him. Still not knowing if she should panic or enjoy this, she turned her attention to Nick. He was sitting on the bed, his eyes the same color as before, only more intense. He was staring hungrily at her, and she almost expected him to lick his lips...and then when he did, she realized remaining here would possibly be nothing more than a huge mistake. She tried to pull out of LaCroix' embrace, but merely felt him hold her tighter. Then, a few seconds later, she felt his lips on her ear, playfully kissing and teasing her. "If you stay, you will have quite an enjoyable experience, I assure you. You may, of course, leave, if that is what you wish." He pulled her head to the side, kissing her on the neck. Gently pushing her shirt off her shoulders, he then removed it. It was flung to the side, landing near another, long disposed of, garment. When he again pulled her to him, his cool flesh to her back, she opened her eyes to find Nick standing next to the bed, staring at her. "Either leave now, or stay. You will not be harmed no matter which you decide." Her ear tingled from his whispered words, and as he again kissed her throat, she relaxed into his touch. Although not sure what this would lead to, she would stay. She would stay because Nick was there, even though doubts were trying to pull her away. Soon, she found him slowly removing the rest of her clothes, and quickly, she was wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. "Nicholas..." LaCroix purred, enjoying his son's reaction to this. He watched as the younger approached almost under a spell. "I know you want her, Nicholas. She is yours to take." She focused on Nick, his eyes turning a deeper shade of gold. Unintentionally glancing down, she stared as his erection became more prominent by the second. Seeing his arousal was the beginning of her loss of reason. She wanted him, and she wanted him right that instant. Nick neared, and he soon found himself leaning forward to kiss Natalie...but he stopped at the last moment. "I don’t want to hurt her, LaCroix...I can't," he said, his voice deep with desire. "Trust me, Nicholas. I promise that won't happen." With the vampire's words, Natalie watched as LaCroix reached forward and pulled Nick closer. Her lips met Nick's, and LaCroix teased her some more on her neck with his fangs. Sandwiched between the two vampires' cool bodies, she was only somewhat aware of her heart rate increasing. A moment later, she could feel LaCroix' arousal pressing against her, merely making her want whatever was to come even more. Nick's fingers easily undid the back of her bra, at which LaCroix took over, pushing the straps off her shoulders and ridding her of its constraints. She was then pulled closer to Nick, and the elder vampire's hands slinked around her waist, slipping beneath her panties. He pulled them down and off, at which she could feel every touch of their flesh against her. Nick pulled her closer, turning and leading her away from LaCroix. She took step after step back as Nick guided her in the general direction of the bed. His hands rested on her waist, and a couple of kisses later, she found him pushing her back. Sitting on the bed, she then leaned back as Nick knelt on the carpet. He drew her body toward him and teased her, licking and kissing her abdomen. As he moved lower, he sat on the floor to get better access. Pushing her legs apart, he dipped his tongue into her core, not wasting time with anything else. He tasted her warm juices, the flavor something he hadn't been able to savor for some time, and certainly not Natalie's. He lapped at it, the sheer warmth of her body tempting him greatly. Withdrawing slightly, his wants grew quickly and he found that he couldn't wait any longer. Without warning, he bit into the top of her upper thigh. She gasped upon feeling him pierce her skin. The unexpectedness of the action startled her, and she sat up, her attention on Nick as he drank from her. It wasn't very painful, although she could easily feel Nick's teeth buried into her leg. She watched as LaCroix moved closer, kissing and whispering unfamiliar words into the other's ear. Then, as suddenly as Nick had struck, he pulled back. From where she was, she could see LaCroix lead Nick's head back and then kiss the younger on the lips. When they separated, LaCroix wiped off a drop of blood from the corner of Nick's mouth, licking it off his finger. He savored the blood, and then glanced in her direction. She shivered slightly, knowing that they were both delighting in this. While her gaze was preoccupied looking at LaCroix, Nick again got up on his knees and pulled her forward. He kissed her neck, quickly moving his attention to her breasts. She could feel his fangs and half-expected to be cut with them, but wasn't. Instead, they teased and half-tortured her, which only made her want more. He pushed her slowly backward until she was again lying down. A few seconds later, she could feel the head of Nick's cock just barely pressing into her. As the sensation taunted her, she nearly spoke...but then he slowly slid into her. She suppressed a moan as he filled her. Then, she almost released it as he pulled back, but merely smiled as he began thrusting within her, the simple action increasing in intensity as time passed. The bite from earlier was almost completely forgotten, Nick being the only thing close to a primary focus. LaCroix looked on silently, pleased at the sight. He almost considered taking Nicholas once more, but decided that could wait. The day wasn't yet over, not even halfway, and they all still had quite a bit of energy. Feeling his son's needs rise, he offered his wrist. Nicholas took it and his blood without hesitation. Although the link was mostly one-way, he could pick up hints of pleasure as the younger climaxed. As the emotions hit him, he smiled, glad that this was going well. He again kissed his son, the action being accepted without any hesitation. Glancing over at Natalie, he could see her recovering as well. On a thought, he gently pushed his son away, practically taking the younger's place. The hint of anger he felt dissipated almost instantly. He followed his son's form, the other climbing onto the bed. LaCroix took Natalie in his hands, pulling her up until she was again sitting on the edge of the bed. It was obvious to him that she was nervous, but she hid it quite well. He smiled at her, kissing her just beneath the ear and working his way down to her shoulder. The skin was soft and warm...so different from the silky coolness of his son's. His lips brushed across her collarbone, and then down the center of her torso as he laid her back on the bed. More than ready, he completely by-passed the games his son had tried to play, and deftly penetrated her. He smiled at her gasp and continued, his motions not quite as gentle as his son's. By her expression, it was clear that she was enjoying herself. Turning to his son, he found Nicholas moving closer. He watched as the younger kissed the mortal on the lips and then proceeded to tease and caress her exposed skin. To see his son like this was arousing on its own...let alone combined with having sex with the mortal. It was quite an unusual situation for him, but he was far more than simply amused by this. Natalie ran her fingers through Nick's hair, nearly gripping it as her senses neared overload. Between the two, she wasn't quite sure which was doing what...only that LaCroix was thrusting into her, Nick's mouth was occupied with one of her breasts, and both of their hands were somewhere.... She didn't want this to stop anytime soon. As he neared orgasm, LaCroix pulled his son closer and sank his fangs into the younger's neck. He took only what was needed before releasing his hold, at which Nicholas continued his previous attentions. Drawing away and watching the two, it was quite obvious to him that this wasn't the end of the day's entertainment. He smiled again, wondering what all of this could lead to.... *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Lying between the two vampires, Natalie rested. The day was nearly over, late morning having quickly turned into early afternoon and then early evening. They were all exhausted, each not getting to rest for more than a few moments at a time. Nick kissed her on the neck, his fangs brushing against her skin. She allowed the action, subconsciously wondering if Nick wanted her blood...if he wanted it enough to take it. Consciously, however, she merely bathed in the sensation, hoping he wouldn't stop. He kissed her, and then asked, "Why did you come over, Nat? I remember hearing you...it sounded like you wanted to talk to me about something?" When she didn’t immediately answer, he kissed her again, changing his focus. As his mouth moved lower and he gently sucked on one of her breasts, she tried to concentrate. Faintly remembering her reason for coming, it seemed so inconsequential compared to being there with Nick like this. "Nothing. Nothing important." LaCroix smiled. He had tasted her reason in her blood...and it certainly hadn't been 'nothing' when she'd arrived. Nicholas was too preoccupied with his needs to have tasted her reason for being there. Not only that, but she so engrossed in what was happening to her that she had pushed it away. His smile grew wider at that. Moving closer to her, he kissed her gently on the lips. The action surprised her, but she responded anyway. She was too tired to care who was kissing her, after all, Nick's attentions hadn't ceased, and LaCroix really wasn't *that* bad. Drawing away, he mentioned, "I told you it would be enjoyable." She smiled, unconcernedly. "Mmm...yes, very." "How would you like this to happen again, and again...?" He watched as her smile deepened at that, and went on to ask, "How would you like to have Nicholas for an eternity?" At LaCroix' words, she felt Nick stop his actions. Looking over at him, she watched his eyes soften to a deep blue. She knew what LaCroix was asking, and despite knowing what the consequences were, she didn't care. She never wanted to be separated from Nick...ever. "I would love that.... I want both." Locking gazes with Nick, she could see just a glint of pain, but it quickly disappeared. Turning to LaCroix, she found a grin on his face. Glancing to his son, he gently suggested, "She wants this, Nicholas...she wants you. Take her and make her yours." Returning his attention to the mortal, he ran a finger along the curve of her neck. "I know you want this, and consent has been given...take her!" LaCroix' words merely echoed his own thoughts, and he let his eyes again glow amber, looking down at Natalie. He did want this, and had wanted it for some time. Their color suddenly dimmed somewhat. "What if I take too much, LaCroix?" he asked, his gaze not leaving Natalie. "Take her, Nicholas. I will make sure that doesn't happen." He watched as his son's desire came back full force, and he again urged, "Take what is given to you...and take it now!" The next thing Natalie knew, Nick's fangs had pierced her throat. She held onto him out of instinct as he drained her, the sensation being everything but painful. As the room began to fade around her, she knew this would be her last moment as a mortal. But, truthfully, she didn't care.... ~finis~ Jarvinia jarvinia@gmx.com @>--,---`---