More Vampire Sex For Mulder (Eventually)
Ctaegory: Discipline, Crossover with Forever Knight
Pairing: Nick/Mulder/LaCroix
Spoilers: For TXF- 6th Extinction/Amor Fati, 3
Thanks: to Gail, who reminded me of Forever Knight, and all of the Persuaders for being a supportive group. This is unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Archive: You want it, you got it. :)
Notes: This story doesn't really begin In Medias Res, but the first part is non-discipline so I won't post it here. To summarize: Mulder goes up to Toronto to do a profile on a Mafia related case and comes across Nick Knight, aka Nicholas de Brabant, an 800 year old vampire. Nick and Mulder hit it off, and because Mulder has had contact with vampires over the years, he knows that Nick is one.
Things start heating up between Nick and Mulder, and then a credible threat to Mulder is received and Nick asks Lucien LaCroix, his intimidating, controlling, yet loving master/father to allow Mulder to stay at rooms in his nightclub for vampires and mortals, the Raven, so that he'll be protected. LaCroix isn't sure he wants to agree, but then he meets Mulder and is also instantly attracted to him.
It is discovered that the threat to Mulder is not entirely human and can bring about the end of the world. Mulder is asked if he would like to be brought across (become a vampire)to counter it.He agrees after being assured that he will be able to control his blood lust. After Mulder has been mostly drained and is hovering between the afterlife and undead life, he is told that he is The One who will save the earth,meaning he cannot pick up certain evil vampire characteristics, like killing humans when blood lust becomes to strong. He will still need blood to feel healthy and heal fast, but he won't die without it. He will also not have a problem with sensitivity to the light. LaCroix and Nicholas both see this exchange and are in awe of Mulder when he comes to. And that brings us up to date. :)
LaCroix gazed at his newest son in amazement as he stood and licked at some of LaCroix's blood that hadn't made it into his mouth.
He wasn't normally at a loss for words, but to have a son who seemed to be protected from up on high... suddenly, a terrible thought occurred to him.
"Can I still discipline you my way, Fox?" he asked, wondering of The Powers That Be would strike him down for harming a hair on his "chosen one" son.
Mulder bit his lip and looked down, hair flopping over his eyes. The Powers That Be had only listed two exemptions to normal vampire function, and those were that he wouldn't be sensitive to light or die without blood, although he would be uncomfortable without it. They had said that in all other respects, he should be a normal fledgling, and normal fledglings were usually thrashed for disobedience.
LaCroix's lips quirked, amusement and lust dancing in his pale blue eyes. From Fox's somewhat squirmy look, he thought he knew what the answer would be.
Fox glanced up, saying "Nooooo..., it doesn't appear that you can," wincing slightly as he said it and looking very much like a bad liar who just had to try anyway.
'This one is begging for it!' Thought LaCroix happily. I know he can lie when he chooses to; he must be curious. What an amusing little one.'
"Don't lie to me, my son," he said sternly, crossing his arms and making his already ice-cold eyes go positively glacial. "You know I'll know and punish you for it. Now, again, could I use corporal punishment on you?"
Mulder shivered. If he admitted that he could indeed be spanked (and worse) by LaCroix, he surely would be for having lied about it in the first place. But...then he would be healed by LaCroix's blood. Nicholas had told him that LaCroix really couldn't bear to keep his children in pain for very long and would offer the wrist of the hand that had chastised to heal the pain. Mulder decided to risk it. Maybe it *would* be interesting to see how hard LaCroix would be with him.
"I'm not lying to you, LaCroix" he murmered, eyes wide, looking the picture of innocence.
'Mmmmmm... he looks so much like Nicholas when he does that' thought LaCroix, smiling to himself.
"You are lying, Fox. I can sense it as your sire. Not that it would have been difficult to detect for even the most obtuse mortal."
"It usually worked on Skinner," muttered Mulder.
LaCroix smiled indulgently. "Oh, he was just being soft with you. I won't be," he promised.
Mulder looked up at him , fear mingling with curiosity and lust. When he had still been mortal, he had seen Nick's buttock's heavily marked after punishment- they had been bruised and swollen like a blood orange. Nick had come into their room half naked and flopped face down on the bed, sobbing and shaking and looking inconsolable. But then, a few moments later, LaCroix had entered the room, sighing at the hateful look Mulder shot him. He had gone to sit by Nicholas' side on the cornflower blue coverlet he'd purchased in a rare display of sentimentality. It had looked the color of Nicholas' eyes, and so he'd brought it home.
Nick had turned away from LaCroix, still sobbing quietly and wanting to make it hurt for LaCroix as well. LaCroix had ignored it and reached over to smooth Nicholas' dirty blond hair. Then he'd leaned over and gently traced Nicholas' lower lip with his finger, knowing Nicholas couldn't help but turn toward him if he did it. Nick had seemed to sense what LaCroix would do, stating "You aren't here to apologize" flatly, glaring at his father through red rimmed eyes.
Then LaCroix had nodded, stroking Nick's shoulder and saying firmly "I thrashed your bottom soundly for risking your life, Nicholas, and I will not apologize for it. Ever. And when that one-" he said, pointing at Mulder, who was making his way out the door to give them some privacy- "when that one risks his life or disobeyes me, I'll thrash him as well."
Mulder had looked at his host like he wanted to argue, but LaCroix raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to try and take him on. He had then ordered Mulder to go to come back to bed to sleep and ignore anything that he did to his son.
Nicholas had waited until Mulder was back under the covers to say "The thought of you beating Mulder if he does the same thing doesn't make me feel better."
LaCroix had noted the tiredness in his son's voice and was glad he had come in when he had; his son was fading fast. "Maybe not, but this will," he'd said, offering his wrist for suckling.
Nicholas had taken his father's offering and bitten, licking at the rivulets of blood in a way Mulder found erotic, even though he really wasn't a blood sports kind of guy.
"Thank you, father," Nicholas had whispered, eyes closing. He was still miffed about the spanking, but was glad LaCroix had healed him.
LaCroix had run his hand over Nicholas' cheek, brushing the tears away, then pulled the blanket over him. Then he wandered over to Mulder's side of the bed. He had felt Mulder's eyes on him during the entire healing process. "Did I not order you to sleep?" he asked in a deceptively calm voice.
Mulder had merely nodded, still affected by watching Nicholas and LaCroix and wondering if Frohike had any erotic videos which featured scenes like that.
LaCroix had yanked the covers off of Mulder and said "Well, to let you know firsthand how it feels to disobey my orders..." as he brought his hand down with a mighty crack on Mulder's right bottom cheek, causing Mulder to yelp.
"You won't be able to heal that, LaCroix," Mulder had said, lower lip quivering.
LaCroix had told him that he would survive, striving to put on an air of indifference. Nobody believed that he really was unaffected by Mulder's hurt puppy look, though, because his hand had returned to Mulder's bottom to soothe the ache away as soon as he'd seen Mulder's tear filled eyes.
"I'm getting soft," he'd said quietly before turning and wishing Nicholas and Mulder a good day.
'Maybe he'll be soft now,' hoped Mulder, coming out of his reverie. LaCroix's hand went to his belt. 'Or maybe he won't be,' he thought sadly.
LaCroix noted the flash of pain that crossed Mulder's face when he went for his belt and decided not to use it. After all, Fox had only lied to him to see what a LaCroix spanking would be like; he hadn't actually been trying to deceive him.
Still, he didn't want the boy to feel he could dictate the terms of punishment in the future by cringing at whatever instruments LaCroix chose to chastise him with. To avoid looking soft while still calming his newest son, LaCroix unbuckled his belt, but did not draw it through the loops. Instead, he took off his pants, pretending that that had been what he'd intended to do all along. Then he let Fox have a look at his forearm muscles flexing as he unbuttoned his black dress shirt.
Relieved hazel eyes met icy blue ones. "Thank you, Father," Mulder whispered, knowing that his verbal acknowledgement of LaCroix's kindness could jinx it, but wanting him to know of his gratitude.
LaCroix sighed. ' Well, at least he calls me Father,' he thought. "Fox, you do know that I may, in the future, whip you with my belt, a bullwhip, a horsewhip, a cat-"
"A candlestick, a cane, a canoe paddle..." added Mulder, smiling not able to resist taking a shot at LaCroix's recitation of his laundry list of implements.
LaCroix growled at the impudence his youngest was displaying, saying "As you know, my hand can hurt well enough, Fox," although he smiled inwardly again when he recalled the sunny, crooked smile Fox had aimed at him when he'd made fun of the list.
Fox winced.
"Now, come here," LaCroix said sternly, yet softly.
"Where do you want me," asked Mulder, looking at the floor again. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
'How unlike Nicholas!' Thought LaCroix. Usually Nicholas just stamped his foot, warm blue eyes hurt and angry, and threw himself over a nearby surface, thrusting his pale, white ass out obscenely, waiting for LaCroix to stripe it.
"In the ways of vampires, you are a child, Fox, so I think we'll do this in a manner befitting a child. Bend over my knee."
And that's the end of this part. Hope it's OK reading!