Children Of The Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
CHAPTER 20
Epilogue
Jessy stood over his sleeping son. 'Has it really been that long?' He
thought to himself smiling. "Hello Nicky." He touched the boy's cheek. "Happy
birthday son."
Nick groaned stretching. "Hi Dad, what time is it?"
"It's just after midnight. Today is a special day. You will be missing
school for the next week. I have something special planned for your birthday."
"Gods, I hope you aren't planning a birthday party with the fixings like you
did last year." He griped. "Come on Dad, I'm sixteen now, don't you think I'm
just a little too old for cake and party favors?"
Jessy just laughed at his son. "Oh, I have a birthday party planned for
you, but I don't think it is quite like your others have been. You're sixteen
now."
"Yeah, gonna finally get to go and get my drivers license." Nick pulled up
to look at his father.
Jessy sat on the bed beside him. "I think what will happen to you, when you
finally come downstairs is going to be better than just a drivers license for
you." He stroked the boy's cheek. "You are sixteen now. I had given your
mother my promise that I would not bind you to me until you reached your
sixteenth birthday. That, I would see to it that you grew to manhood."
Nick looked at him, with a little glint of surprise in his eyes. "Really?"
"You have no idea how hard it has been for me to hold myself back, the last
couple of years. That time you were in the hospital, after the accident, you
were so hurt, so close to death. If it hadn't been for your grandmother, I
would have taken you then."
It had been a very frightening time. An accident caused by a drunk driver
had almost killed him. Nick was only fourteen, and still not quite old enough
for what he had planned for him. But for a few days, he had been so close to
death. It had taken Janis, Kris and both Asha and Ramaine to talk him out of
seeing to it that his son no longer danced with death. The boy still walked
with a limp because of it. A limp that by the time he, finally, put him back to
bed would be gone.
"Uh, Dad." Nick broke through his musing. "Now that you know, I'm going to
stop aging. What happens next? I mean, I see you with the rest. Have even
played a little with Randy and Alex. But you planning on doing that to me too?"
"Just how much have you 'played' with my boys Nicholas?"
Nicky shook his head. "Nothing, just a little grope and grab, a few kisses,
but I," He blushed. "I wouldn't do that. No matter how much I liked them, or
it. I grew up knowing what they were to you, and who you are to them." Then he
looked down, unable to meet his father's eyes. "Thought about it a time or two,
but Randy kept telling me, that you would be pissed at them if they let me do
anything more than just fool around."
"Well tell you what, 'son', tonight I have plans for you that go much
farther than just fooling around." Jessy stood. "Grab a shower, and come
downstairs and hug your mother. For the rest of the night, she isn't going to
be around." He took Nick's face in his hands, and kissed him. "Best you hurry,
Nicky. Your mother wants at least a few minutes of your time, before I send her
to visit your grandmother for the night." He wasn't worried about Fran, she had
been as excited that Nick was finally going to be bound to him as he was. True
it was not quite for the same reasons, but that wasn't important.
"I took a shower before I went to bed. I had planned on sleeping as late as
possible before getting up to go to school." He had grown up, knowing that
Jessy wasn't his father by birth, knew what the man that had stood as his
father, really was, but never that he would ever be more than just his father.
Now, with the feel of Jessy's lips still present on his, he knew that his dad
was going to be a whole lot more than just his father.
"Then, shall we go, you hug and kiss your mother good bye. She is waiting
with Janis below."
* * *
Fran looked up as Jessy led her son down into the main room. "Happy
birthday honey." She hugged him tight.
"Thanks mom." He couldn't help but notice the silver collar and tag that
his mother now wore. "New jewelry mom?"
She laughed. "No, or at least not really. Your father gave me this on your
first birthday, but he wouldn't let me wear it until you were ready to be made
his."
Nick looked at the tag on her collar, it was silver, of course, and had her
name on it. "Darlin? But mom, I thought, I mean isn't your name Fran?"
"My name, for him, hasn't been Fran since the first night I came here when
you were just five days old." She hugged him tightly. "Now, Nicky, listen to
me. I have spent the last sixteen years accepting that I belonged to him, and
through me, you did as well. Trust him. He, loves you, you know that. Trust
that love."
"Kiss your son good bye, honey. It's time I take you and go." Janis lay a
hand on Fran's arm. "Happy birthday, dear. You have grown into a fine young
man. I do think that my son has out done himself with you."
"Thanks Gran."
"Have fun, baby." Fran hugged him tightly one more time. Kissing him on
the cheek before stepping back.
Jessy hugged Fran as she prepared to leave with Janis. They had both agreed
that for the first night of his claiming that he would probably be more
comfortable if she wasn't there. But he still didn't like to think that he was
putting anyone out, even if it was only for one night. "Have fun with my
mothers bunch Darlin." He kissed her.
She grinned up at him. "You know I will 'Master'."
"Happy birthday, little brother." Kris hugged him. "It's about time you
were welcomed into the family right."
Nick looked from her to where Jessy was saying goodbye to his mother and
grandmother. "My mom just called my dad, master." He looked completely
floored.
"Well, that is what I am to her, Nick." Jessy smiled. "Oh, you have no
idea how many times I have had to talk her out of calling me that while you were
still growing up. I don't think she is going to call me anything but master for
years. And I am unbelievably anxious to hear you call me that too." In the
last seventeen years, since Kris had come to him, he had learned exactly how
much he had learned to love that word, and all the came with it. "But, unlike
your mother, I don't want to hear nothing but that from you. I am still your
father, even if I am your master. I do hope you remember that."
"Uh, sure Dad, not a problem." He trembled as Jessy pulled him close.
*Relax, Nick, I am not going to hurt you. * Jessy kissed him again, bending
to pick him up. "Before I give you your birthday present, tell me, have you
done more than just kiss my boys? Do you have a friend that you are emotionally
close to?"
*I did, but you kind of ran him off. * He had grown up with so much love
and openness that his complaint that his father had frightened off the one boy
that he had ever, other than Randy and Alex, even kissed. Was a bit sharp.
"No, before today, I haven't done anything more than play around and kiss a
little. Why?"
"Just curious as to how careful I should be with you." He kissed him again.
"Because trust me Nicky, by the time I put you back to bed at dawn, you will
have done much more than just 'kiss' someone." He tilted Nick's head back to
bear his throat to his mouth.
Nick had spent most of his life watching his father feed on others in his
house, he always wondered what it felt like. But as the sudden rush of heat
flooded his body, and his cum filled his briefs as he came, he realized why all
the others he had grown up around, were always so ready to be the one to be fed
from.
Jessy pulled back, he had only had just a taste of the boy that was pressed
back against him. But a taste was enough. "Your turn Nicky." He took the
knife that Kris held out to him, and pressed it against the side of his throat,
cutting deep. The blood welling from the cut. "Okay, now, it's time." He
pulled Nick's head to his throat. "Be mine."
'Oh, shit,' was the only clear thought Nick could make as his father's blood
filled his mouth.
Mitch watched on, smiling. "Nick is going to give Jessy as much trouble as
I did at the beginning." He commented to Danny. As they watch Jessy holding
his son to his throat, and Nick pressing against him, trying to keep the blood
that flowed, so briefly from his father, flowing.
"I don't think so. Nicky is used to minding his father. I don't see it
changing much now that he belongs to him as much as we do."
"You think so? I don't know, the boy has a stubborn streak a mile wide in
him. He was raised around us, remember? Knew that his father owned us, but
never thought that he would join our ranks."
"I am afraid Butch that you don't know what my father has planned for my
little brother, or for the rest of you." Kris pulled him close. "Let him get
Nick past this, and I am sure he will gladly tell all." She and Jessy had
talked about this night, many times.
"I shudder to think what our master will come up with." Danny watched on,
as Jessy gently eased Nick back on the bed. "I wonder how Nicky will deal with
his first time. He isn't lost like Mitch and I were our first times with him."
"No, but he has grown up around you all, even toyed at having a little
friend last year. And between Randy and Alex, he is more than ready to go
forward." She commented. "Just hold on fella's, soon enough he will show you
all, that he doesn't need to have a boy, lost like the two of you were, his
first time, for it to be good."
* * *
Nick lay back, looking up at his father. "Wow Dad, that was," he blushed as
he looked down.
"It only gets better Nicky." Fingers began to work the buttons of his
pajama bottoms. "Got a question for you. I know you were interested in the
boy, a year or so back, but have you had any girls that peaked your interest?"
"Other than Kris, you mean?" He chuckled. "No, I am pretty much as gender
biased as most of your guys here are. Why?"
"So, you don't have a problem with the idea of a man being your first?"
Jessy worked his pants down over his hips, smiling at the wet stain on his
briefs. "I guess not."
"I guess that depends on which man, Dad." He tried to cover his raging
hard-on. "I mean, no. You're going to do it, aren't you?"
"I can make it good for you, baby. I have never hurt any of those that came
to me untouched. But for this one night, if you would rather it be another, for
this one time, I will hold you and see that, like little one who was butch's
first, I will hold you and see to it that it is wonderful for you." He ran his
hand over the boy's chest, stroking carefully.
Nick looked at Jessy, "I have to choose someone? I thought it would be, I
mean, you have been real picky over who I dealt with so far."
"And I will keep being picky. Because unless it is another of my peoples
feeders, you will never sleep with anyone other than either me, or those in my
house." He smiled softly at his son. "I want you, Nick, have wanted you since
you were thirteen and I walked in on you in the bathroom that time." Nick
blushed again, remembering the time when his father had walked in on him while
he was masturbating. "But, I also want you to feel comfortable with it, so is
there any other of those in my home that you are drawn to? You said you have
fooled around with pet and precious, so would you feel more at ease with one of
them?"
Nick looked at him, trying to find the words to answer his father. He had
never, consciously, thought about what it would be like if his father had
decided to take him, fantasies, deep and dark ones, yes, but not anything that
he actively believed in or worried about. "It won't hurt?"
"No, baby, I promise, it won't hurt. Shall I prove that?"
Nick swallowed hard then nodded. He had grown up in a house full of slaves,
so accepting that he was one now too, wasn't that hard. "Could you, you know,
feed from me again? Or maybe I could you know, drink from you again."
"I know, what say we do both?" He smiled down at the youngster.
"Hey, I'm all over that." The thought of the feelings he had had as Jessy
fed from him, and the promise of the intense pain/pleasure of being able to feed
from Jessy, was more than just slightly promising. He wanted it more than he
had wanted anything before in his life.
"Soon." Jessy promised lowering his mouth to Nick's again, as his hands
began to roam the younger man's body.
Nick tried, hard, as he felt his fathers mouth kiss first his lips then down
his throat. To forget that the man that was making him feel all that he was
feeling was his father. It somehow seemed a bit twisted to him, to be feeling
all that he was, and know that the man that had raised him was the one that was
making him feel this. "Oh, god." He moaned at the cool feeling of lips on his
chest, the almost electric feel of the tongue that stabbed at his nipple.
"Daddy!" He almost screamed as he came again in Jessy's hand.
Jessy raised his hand to his mouth, licking Nick's release from his fingers.
*Relax, baby. * He lowered his mouth to his again. Feeding the boys own
release to him in his kiss, as his hands continued to tease the boy's body.
Working to pull his own clothes from him, without breaking the contact he had
with Nick.
Young Nick might be, but stupid he wasn't. He understood that the sooner he
helped his father to get his clothes off, the sooner they could continue, and he
wanted them to continue. "Here, let me." He helped Jessy with his shirt, by
pulling it over his head, to throw it from the bed. "Come on Dad, hurry up."
He watched as Jessy worked his pants down his hips. "Oh wow." He had never
seen his father in the all together before, but now, his body looked wonderful.
He had become accustomed to the lack of any body hair on those around him. Had
started to shave the moment he started to get pubic hair, wanting to look like
all the other men around him. Ashamed of the hair that continued to grow over
his loins. But now, he had drank from his father, and knew, Alex and Randy had
told him often enough, that he would never have to shave, anywhere, ever again.
Which was just fine with him.
Jessy's pant's joined his shirt on the floor. As he lay over Nick, mouth
demanding as his hands resumed their attack. He wanted the boy, had wanted him
for so long, and now, he would have him. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Dad, if I were any more ready, you'd have to beat me off with a stick."
But despite his brave words, and obvious interest, he was still trembling.
"Ssshh, baby, I won't hurt you. I love you." He touched his cheek. "There
is nothing that I have, or am that will hurt you."
Nick looked down. "I know that Dad, Even if I'm just mortal, I know you
won't hurt me." He shyly reached out to touch Jessy, gasping at what looked to
be blood seeping from her shaft. "Damn, Dad, you're bleeding." He tried to
pull away.
Jessy just laughed at him, holding him still. "No, Nick, I'm not bleeding.
I'm a vampire, any fluid that comes from me is blood tainted." He reached down
and collected the red fluid that was seeping from him. Bringing his finger up
to Nick's mouth. "Open up honey."
Nick opened his mouth, mesmerized as he shyly sucked at his father's finger.
Eyes closing, moaning at the taste.
"Okay baby, look at me, I want you to listen to everything I have to say to
you." Jessy cupped his face in his hands, eyes searching his son's face for a
response. "Are you listening?"
"Yes, sir."
Jessy smiled. "I love you. I have loved you since the first time I held
you in my hands. I will love you until the day you die, and beyond. I will
never hurt you like this." He pressed down as lightly as he could on the boy's
mind. "I am making love to you Nick. Love doesn't hurt. As long as it is in
love, 'it doesn't hurt'.
Nick nodded. It wouldn't hurt. That was the one thing that had always
worried him. He had heard all the horror stories from his friends, about the
ripping pain that they had suffered their first time. But it wouldn't hurt him.
His father, the man that had helped him over the years, with any and all his
problems, from homework to holding his hand after he had broke off his
infatuation with Ronny. He wouldn't hurt him.
Jessy reached for the knife again. "I only tasted you before, I didn't dare
drink from you. But now, I plan to feast on you, even as you feast on me." He
slashed his throat pulling Nick's head up to the wound, even as he sank his
fangs into the boy's neck.
It was like liquid fire as Nick held to him, the blood, it was so hot, so
alive. He cried with protest as the wound closed under his mouth. And all he
was left with was the feeling of pleasure and lust that Jessy's feeding gave
him.
Jessy pulled back, reaching under the pillow for the tub of lubricant that
he had purposely placed there, for just the reason. "Turn over, baby, I will
make love to you now." He kissed the boy, one last time before pulling back so
Nick could roll over. "Up a little, on your knees honey." He wanted nothing
more than to bury, himself in the warmth offered him, but he refrained from
losing his reason. This was his son, he would not forget that, nor the fact
that the youngster that lay before him, trusted him.
Nick bit the pillow under him moaning softly as the feel of Jessy's finger
began to tease him, rubbing softly at his virgin hole, not pushing in yet, just
teasing him with the light touch and gentle rubbing. Feeling his body begin to
relax under the gentle hands.
That was all Jessy had been waiting for, the relaxing of the boy's
sphincter, before he eased a finger in. Beginning to thrust slowly, moving his
finger in small circles, to help Nick to become accustomed to something inside
him.
Nick gasped softly, pressing back as he felt a second finger join the first.
But before he could recover enough to think, a third joined the first two. He
lay there, rocking back and forth on Jessy's fingers. Moaning low in his
throat.
*I love you. * Jessy leaned forward, to ease himself into his son.
Reaching under the boy to being to stroke him, as he began to thrust.
Nick let go the pillow as he cried out. "Oh, gods, please." It was like
nothing he had ever dreamed. He had fantasized about this moment, had even felt
a little guilty because he had, but not even his darkest, most sorted fantasies
came close to what it felt like in real life. He hips rocked back and forth
meeting each thrust. His mind was numb, as the hand that was touching him grew
stronger. "Please, Daddy, 'yes'!" His orgasm, the third so far, blazed through
him.
Jessy smiled softly at the sounds of his son's cries. Gripping the boy's
hips he began to feed his heat into the sobbing youth under him. Shuddering
with pent up passions as he fed his lust into his young lover.
Jessy stroked his hair, as he lay over him, sated for the moment. "Are you
all right Nicky? I didn't hurt you did I?" He was concerned. There at the
end, the wonderful tightness of his boy had taken some of his careful control.
Nick rolled over, going into his arms, sobbing. "No," he mumbled, as he
held on tightly.
"Then why the tears baby?"
Nick tried to calm down. "Because," he hiccuped. "I have spent the last
three years, since that night when you walked in on me, you know, in the
bathroom, thinking what it might be like. And now," he just hid his face in
Jessy's chest. "I used to feel so bad, because I wanted this, and now that it
has happened."
"So, did I live up to your dreams?" He shushed him. "It's okay Nicky, I've
been wanting you for as long. And for the same reason."
Nick looked up at him, smiling shyly. "Better, way better."
Jessy just laughed softly. Bending to kiss him again. "Same here love, it
was much better than I ever thought it would be. And trust me, I knew it would
be good." He stroked his cheek one more time. "Now, I don't want to abandon
you, especially not after what we just shared, but I do think that I need to
clean up just a bit. Then we will join the rest and finish celebrating your
birthday."
Kris moved to sit by Nicky the moment Jessy got up to go and clean up after
his time with his son. "So, Nicky, are you okay?"
He looked down, chuckling blushing an, even, darker shade. "Yeah, Kris, I'm
great. Why didn't you tell me about this? Do you have any idea how bad I've
felt for years? I kept thinking about it, and what it would be like."
"Because my father told me not too. He has obsessed over this night for
years too. Yesterday, he almost broke his word and just took you when you got
home from school. You have no idea what it took for him to wait. Even if it
was only for just a few more hours. He was going to wait until you go home from
school later today, but at the stroke of midnight, when you were officially
sixteen, he just couldn't wait anymore."
"He's got more will power than I do. If I had known that this was what was
going to happen, I would have been at him for the last three years to just go
ahead and do it. I wouldn't have even bothered to worry about Ronny, or get mad
at him when he wouldn't let me ever stay over at his house."
"He wanted to make sure that the first time a man made love to you, that it
was as wonderful as it was painless. He knew your little friend couldn't stop
it from being uncomfortable for you the first time, so yes, he did seem to be
cruel. But he didn't want you to be traumatized by someone who was as clueless
as you were on how to do things." She held out a hand. "Well, our father is
getting cleaned up again, so why don't go and join the party now in progress."
"I don't know if I can walk right now Krissy." He tried to protest.
"Well then, if you can't walk, I'm you older sister, it's my job to help you
even if I have to carry you. Now up with you." She stood ready if he had any
problems.
Nick moved slowly, waiting for the catch in his hip to grab him, but as he
stood, nothing happened. "Hey, I can walk right." He grinned as he stepped
forward, putting all his weight on his left leg, something that he hadn't been
able to do since the accident.
"Another one of the many pluses of being connected to a vampire sweet heart.
Now come on, and walk your cute little butt over here and see what we have for
you." She took his hand.
* * *
Brenda was the first to hug him. "Happy sweet sixteen, Nicky." She kissed
him, full on the mouth. "Well at least now you can't say you've never been
kissed."
"Sweety, he couldn't say that last week." Randy laughed at her. "Though
before tonight, he could say that, that, was about all he had been. But I think
Jessy took care of everything else."
"Here you go, Nick, happy birthday." Mitch handed him small thin box with a
bow on the top. "I hope you like 'Tantric'"
"Thanks Mitch," he unwrapped the thin box, which was actually a CD case.
"Cool, let me guess, you been going through my music again haven't you?"
Tantric was one of his all time favorite bands, he had all but their latest
CD's. And now, he had that one as well.
"Nope, I just have listened to all the stuff you listen to enough to know
that when I saw this CD, you couldn't have it, it just came out."
"Thanks man," he hugged Mitch. "This is cool. I'll have to burn a copy to
play and stick this with the rest of my originals."
Mitch laughed, holding out a three pack of recordable CD's. "I wonder how I
knew you would say that?"
"Because he has been doing that since he was ten and got his first stereo,
you ninny." Tracy laughed, holding out another box for him. "Happy birthday
honey. It's not a CD, and yes it's clothes, but I think you will get a kick out
of it."
Nick tore into the box, "oh, Trace, this is so cool." It was a black
concert T-shirt. "'Godsmack', wow, you do know that I can't wear this to school
don't you?" He hugged her again. "But that's okay I don't live at the school."
And the gifts and well wished kept coming. Three more DC's, a portable CD
player, another three shirts, cash and more posters than he had ever hoped to
get in one sitting. "Guys, this is, man if I knew I would make out like this, I
would have turned sixteen years ago."
"It's not over Nick." Jessy stood behind him. "Puck has something for you
as well. Don't you Puck?"
"Yeah, I think it is going t look real good on him." Ryan handed Nick a
rolled up piece of art paper.
Nick looked at the design confused. "I don't get it." It was like but not
like the tattoo that they all wore. Same J and K intertwined, but they were
covering a ornate N in various shades of blue. "Dad?"
"I had Puck come up with it for me. You are my son. Mortal or no, and now,
you are more than just my son, you are now rate in my home just below myself and
Kris. I can't let you go, knew I could never release you, back when your mother
first came here. But I can and have seen to it that even among your vampire
kin, you are seen as one of us. I can't make you my true child yet, maybe one
day, if the ban is ever lifted, but for now, it's the closest thing I can come
to. You can't see it, because it isn't obvious in the design, but there are
markings in the drawing that I had Puck work in, ones that any of my people will
see, and understand who and what you are to me."
"Well, damn, and all I have for you is that jeep sitting in the driveway."
Kris laughed.
Nick looked first at his father, then to the drawing in his hands, then at
Kris. "A Jeep?" He looked stunned. "You got me a car?"
"Happy birthday kid. Just don't wreck it, already I have to pay
unbelievable rates on the insurance for it. I don't even want to think what it
will cost me if you wreck it."
"So much for my well thought out and planned gift." Jessy shook his head.
"To think, out done by a automobile. What is the youth of today coming too? I
offer him a guarantee that he will never again have anything to worry about,
from anything, or anyone, and he is happier with a car. Go figure."
"He's a teenager Father. It is going to be years before he fully
appreciates what you gave him."
"Yes, well, give him time. He will come to thank me for my gift, when he
watches all those around him, age or sicken, even die." He took Nick's face
between his hands again, smiling down into his face. "I love you, I will never
leave you, or let you leave me before the blood you take from me can't put off
your mortality any longer. That is my gift to you my son."
