This was inspired by the wave that AmthystJde made and sent out <waving> "Thank You yet again"
This is my first posted story (had others I had hoped to post but they were drained by my nasty vampire comuter) any flames or comments can be sent to me at: Vanpire13 @aol.com

Disclaimer:
Nick Night, Vachon and all other Forever Knight characters and places belong to James Parriott and Sony, not me (dammit). This story is solely for entertainment purposes and I get nothing but satisfaction from it (not to mention a woody).

elfin you can archive it on Night Haven if you would like, and anyone else please feel free to archive where ever you see fit, just let me know where I can book mark it, brag about it and just feel generally good about it.

The Hunger (1/1) ADULT!
by Cliff Roberts
March 9, 1999

"Oui mes amie, it is amateur night at the Raven and tonight our amateurs will reveal their inner selves by GETTING NAKED!!!"

Shocked, Nick heard LaCroix nearly scream those words. LaCroix who normally never spoke above a throaty, taunting whisper. There was something totally wanton about him tonight. LaCroix always did love watching humans debase themselves and would do anything he could to encourage that. Detective Nick Night was here at the vampire bar to met with Javier Vachon, an acquaintance and fellow vampire about a possible lead on a case, but as the music was cranked up and various nubile and lithe exhibitionists displayed their negligible skills and abundant flesh he found his mind putting Vachon on stage and taking his clothes off one item at a time. He shook those thoughts from his head wondering where they came from in the first place. No doubt it was the beautiful Hispanic woman who was writhing like a snake on stage pressing the legal decency codes to the limit. Maybe it was her long wavy black hair or her large sensual dark eyes, or the full kissable, definitely kissable lips, that was so much like Javier Vachon's, Nick felt his trousers straining uncomfortably

"STOP IT!" Nick shook his head. Miklos looked up

"You OK, detective?" Nick looked at the bartender, shocked that he had berated himself aloud.

"Yeah, sure Mik. Give me a drink," he said without looking at him.

"Please" he quickly added.

"The usual?"

"Yeah, sure" Nick said without thinking or he might have ordered something ... stronger.

As Nick looked at the stage he could still see Vachon in his mind's eye. Vachon was there in his usual black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, blue jeans and boots. He too was writhing snakelike...undulating his chest out then back, his trim torso rippling in response, thrusting out and back, his hips, pelvis and groin thrusting out...and back. His hands went slowly to his jacket, pulling it open slightly and then he ripped his T-shirt from his chest revealing the trail of black fur trailing down into the faded blue denim. Vachon tossed it out and it sailed above the grasping hands of the women and landed on Nick's face in the back of the crowd. Nick breathed deep ignoring the laughter. Ahh! The scent of the young Spaniard made Nick's head swam. He pulled the shirt from his sucking mouth and wiped his sweating brow with it. The shirt was stained red with his blood sweat.

Lori Yates' The Hunger continued, slow rhythmically, hypnotically

"You must give in,
You must give in,
a game that you cant win, the hunger ... the hunger...
the hunger...
the hunger..."

And he did hunger. He hungered for the apparition before him. Vachon began unbuttoning his 501s one...button...at...a...time. There was a flash of red silk. Tiny red silk. Vachon opened his jeans, and putting his arms over his head he waved his crotch at the crowd, his fingers running through his long Spanish locks, then down his neck, over his gorgeous chest, pausing to play with his taut nipples for all to see. Nick shifted on his stool, his erection straining painfully. He stood up and found himself walking through the dark, smoky club to the red lit stage. Winding his way through the crowd Vachon's eyes were locked with his and with a lighting gesture the jeans were off. Somehow Vachon was standing there in black leather jacket, red silk thong and black boots. He ran a hand through his hair as the other sank lower towards the bulging basket. Vachon's cock outline was pointing straight up. It was so clear in outline he might as well had not been wearing anything at all. Nick was stageside amid the women, and he was reaching up to Vachon just like they were. Methodically Vachon inched closer to the handsome vampire, several centuries his senior, waving his body back and forth suggestively. Nick strained to touch this erotic Spanish God, for some inexplicable reason not caring what anyone else thought. Unconcerned that he was a cop trying to grab this beautiful man's dick in front of a club full of patrons.

As Nick reached out further, Vachon pulsated closer. CONTACT! The brief touch shot through the 800 year old vampire like he was still a virgin and then the touch was just as quickly broken by Vachon's backwave. Then again he trusted forward and another brief touch, then another, and another, and....Vachon moved closer, Nick's hand latching onto the red silkened cock. Nick stepped onstage, and sank immediately to his knees putting his arms around Vachon's waist and he pulled him close, resting his head against the fluctuating abdominals and bulging groin. Rubbing his face over the silk he began planting kisses over the covered cock and pulled the small bit of scarlet cloth down revealing the uncut erection. So beautiful, like a statue almost. A stone dagger, yet silky soft. He grasped it in one hand and felt himself leaning forward and he kissed the flaring crown. And the kissed let to another. Nick licked the shaft tasting the vampire's flesh,

"Oh," Nick thought "almost as good as blood" He opened his mouth and laid the cock on the spoon of his tongue, feeling the glorious weight of it in his mouth then Vachon moaned as Nick engulfed his prick in one great lunge. Nick pulled back on the prong suctioning from shaft to head.

"Ummmm, yeah" Vachon moaned putting a hand on Nick's head. Vachon began to pulse again, moving his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of Nick's fantastic mouth. That was the good thing about vampires: they were natural oralist, who could go down on a cock without choking and didn't have to worry about breathing. Vachon picked up more speed fucking Nick's face, watching his veined erection disappear and reappear into Nick's stretched lips, concave cheeks and suctioning mouth. Nick grabbed Vachon's furry balls and rolled them around in his palm as he began to rock back and forth on the prong in his mouth. He pulled out the magnificent member and licked the throbbing shaft and blood engorged head. He could hear it with each pulse, could feel it, smell it and almost taste it. He rubbed the rod over his face leaving trails of glistening saliva on his face then plunged back on the cock before he played with the foreskin, licking and sucking on the overlap of flesh. Nick kissed the piss slit running his tongue over the highly sensitive head again. He released his grip on Vachon's cock and it bobbed up and down, dancing over Nick's wet face, mixing white streaks of precum with Nick's clear spittle. Nick impaled himself on Vachon's stake in a frenzy moving his head in circular motion all over the cock, licking and sucking every square millimeter of pleasure, franticly forcing his face down on the steely cock till his face was hitting hipbone and his nose was nestled in black pubic hairs. He jacked the cock, stroking up on the long back stoke of his mouth and down on the rapid forward suck his chin beating relentlessly on the darkening nutsack. He looked up at Vachon who smiled and spasmed in his mouth

Nick, still sitting at the bar, shook his head clear of his wanton vision. He saw LaCroix across the room watching, smirking at him in great egotistical glee. Nick drained his glass of cow's blood, looked at the last vestiges of red slink down to the bottom of the glass and grimaced. He wanted something else, something real.

Nick got up and nearly ran to the men's room which was empty. He latched the stall door behind him and unfastened his pants. Just as they pooled around his ankles his aching untouched cock spewed his seed all over the toilet tank and the wall behind it. As his cock pulsed and showered his spunk all over the cubicle he envisioned Vachon's eyes blazing gold and the animalistic growl coming from his throat and Nick sank his fangs into the pale and bleeding neck.

The End

Forever Yours,
Cliff, Vaquero, Rainbow Night, Unnamed
"I'm a stud muffin" Vachon
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