Okay, I'm a little late with this, I'm still reeling that -Molly Stormborn- called -me- utterly depraved! (g) A little back ground. I'm founder of the CERK Perks, the Tracy/Lacroix faction. Molly is a UFer, the Nick/Lacroix faction. And in a fit of deranged euphoria of writing my first Adult story, I challenged Molly to write a Nick/Tracy/Lacroix story. She'd write one and so would I. I started one, it's getting out of hand, really big and turning into a rather bizarre mostly Nick/Tracy story. I started a second one, that one had to be shot and put out of its misery, this is the third and final attempt. This one got incredibly explicit. I mean really, really explicit. As in, when I get to St. Peter he's going to have a copy of this and be asking me to explain myself. Then I'll blame Molly (eg) While I'm at it, I'd also like to thank/blame my faithful smut-beta Shana, friends who corrupt each other are the truest sort!

I'd like to dedicate this one to Molly Stormborn, just 'cause she's so much fun to annoy! (eg)

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Nick/Tracy/Lacroix (like you couldn't figure that out from the title and disclaimer ;-)

Rated: Explicit, for language and acts of wanton carnality.

Menage la Tracy (1/2)

By: Cousin Mary 1-99

Tracy pulled open the heavy elevator door with a frustrated grunt. Nick had -not- shown up for their police procedure class. Their -mandatory- procedure class. So, needless to say, she'd had to endure being read the riot act on both their behalf's and had to suffer the mountain of paperwork necessary to reschedule. Of course, this was -after- spending almost two hours in rush hour traffic and putting up with a week of reminders from the Captain that they absolutely could -not- miss the one and only early evening class. (They'd already backed out of the previous -5- classes due to Nick's 'condition.')

"I was there Nick, where were you?" She mumbled as she slammed the door shut behind her.

Nick hadn't answered his phone when she'd called (about a dozen times) but Tracy knew very well that that didn't mean anything, Nick often just didn't bother getting the phone, instead letting his damned 'incommunicado' machine get it. Tracy narrowed her eyes and scanned the loft's darkened interior, she didn't see him. Of course, that still didn't mean he wasn't here.

She glanced up the stairs that she was reasonably sure had to lead to his bedroom. "So help me God Nick, if you're still sleeping I'm going to have to smother you with your freakin' pillow!" She cursed under her breath as she bounded up the steps two at a time.

At the head of the stairs she looked around. Sun bed, dresser, king sized futon, but no Nick.

"Dammit!" She stomped her foot, "You are -so- dead Nicholas B. Knight!"

She was halfway back down the stairs when she heard something go whoosh. Pulling her gun, Tracy stealthfully crept down the remaining stairs. 'Probably a mouse or something,' She thought. She hadn't heard the door open, and Nick's door was pretty damn loud, no one could have snuck in. But still…

Reaching the base of the stairs she began to creep along the wall towards the kitchen where she heard what sounded like glasses clanking together. Striding quickly to the doorway, she pointed her gun at the man going through the refrigerator and yelled, "Freeze!"

The black silk clad man chuckled and stood, holding a bottle from Nick's 'fridge, "Really Nicholas," He said to himself, "Isn't it about time you acquired something a bit better than…" His eyes swept up to Tracy, "Then again… perhaps you have."

Tracy frowned, "Okay, who are you and why are you here?"
The elegantly dressed man smiled at her, placing the bottle on the counter, "I think the better question is who are you? I have every right to be here, I assure you, but I don't believe I know you." His smile turned into a smirk, "You aren't by-chance a burglar, are you?"

"No," Tracy shook her head, this guy was really getting to her, "I'm Nick's partner."

"Pity," The man sighed, then smiled, "Well, I am Lucien Lacroix, Nicholas's… friend."

Tracy had the sudden urge to cock her gun at that smile, but instead pointed the weapon towards the floor, "You're the Nightcrawler too aren't you? I recognize the voice."

"Ah," He smiled at her, "A fan."

She snorted, "Not quite."

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Sorry," Tracy shot him an apologetic grin and set her weapon on the counter, "Had sort of a bad day, plus Nick stood me up."

"Oh?" There was an innuendo in that vowel.

Tracy blushed, "No, not like that, I-, we just work together. We have to take this class…" She rushed to explain, "But I guess you really don't need to hear about that huh?"

He smiled rather condescendingly at her, "I suppose not, though I'm sure it is a terribly interesting story."

Tracy again thought about her gun, would Nick -really- mind? She shook her head and turned her grin up a few thousand volts, which, of course, made it obviously fake, "Okay, let's talk about you instead. Must be fascinating working as a DJ! All those tapes and buttons and blinking lights! So much better than being a little ol' homicide cop!" She giggled inanely and twirled a lock of hair around her finger, all the while looking at him with utterly fake adoration. Sarcasm thy name is Vetter.

At first Lacroix gave her a look of pure disbelief, then he burst out laughing, "So the kitten has claws."

"That's original." Tract mumbled under her breath. Shrugging, she then turned to pace Nick's floor. How did he afford a huge place like this anyway?

Lacroix raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorjamb, watching her pace like a caged tiger.

"Any idea when Nick's coming back? I sort of wanted to talk to him." Tracy asked.

"Talk?" Lacroix repeated drolly, "I was under the impression you were upset with Nicholas. Are you sure you wish to 'talk' to him?"

"Talk, chew out, tear into tiny pieces and leave scattered along the highways…" Tracy smiled, "Honey, red ants…"

Lacroix chuckled, "How Nicholas finds them I'll never know."

"'Them?'" Tracy paused and looked at Lacroix questioningly, "'Them' who?"

"The most fascinating women in the city," Lacroix explained as if it were obvious, "Nicholas has a long history of surrounding himself with the most beautiful and alluring women."

Tracy blushed, "Yeah, well, I think isn't more along the lines of clerical digression than Nick's overpowering charm, and we aren't a couple, but thanks anyway."

Lacroix had one knee bent and propped against the wall, he used it to launch himself towards her. Walking to Tracy's side, he began circling her, "Aren't you?"

"With Nick?" Tracy was getting a little flustered, she tried to turn, not really wanting him behind her, "No, Nick and I aren't…"

"Good," Lacroix smiled, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Tracy's eyes widened in shock, then she closed them as pleasure rolled over her. When Lacroix's tongue slipped in past her lips, Tracy sighed and relaxed into his arms, he responded by pulling her tightly against his hard frame.

Tracy deepened the kiss. On some level she knew she should pull away, part of her knew that this man, though a great kisser, was a stranger and she shouldn't be letting this happen. But it was only a small part, the rest was screaming 'to hell with it, jump him!' Tracy pulled Lacroix's lower lip into her mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck bringing his mouth hard against hers.

Lacroix's hands skimmed her back, then landed on her backside. Strong hands kneaded the flesh rhythmically and Tracy moaned into their kiss. He pulled away then, "Strip."

Tracy's eyes widened, "What?"

Lacroix leaned back in and kissed her savagely, "I said, take off your clothes." He backed away, apparently to watch her, "Now."

Tracy swallowed, she wasn't too sure about this, but at the same time there was no way she wanted to stop the sensations pouring through her. She'd never really been the kind to like playing the submissive role, but with this man… Tracy quickly kicked off her shoes, stripped off her blouse, khakis and undergarments and stood before him. Trembling.

Lacroix's eyes swept over her, hungry and possessive. "Lovely." His eyes met hers, he held out a hand. "Come."

Tracy let him lead her to the leather couch, when he seated himself, she plopped herself onto his lap. He raised an eyebrow at the suddenness of her action, but she was kissing him before he could comment.

Lacroix's hands roamed roughly over her, kneading her breasts, bottom and every other part of her body seemingly all at once. Tracy writhed in his lap, which elicited a moan from the man beneath her.

Suddenly, there was what sounded like a whoosh. Again, Tracy thought that it couldn't be anyone, the door made a lot more noise than that, but then Lacroix was breaking their kiss and looking past her.

Nick. Nick was standing right there in front of them. Tracy swallowed audibly, as her partner's eyes racked over her naked body. She couldn't think of anything to say, her mind went blank with shock. Here she was, on his couch with someone she'd always sworn she detested, naked. She brought her hands up to try and cover herself, as Lacroix had let his arms fall on the wayside, giving Nick a full view.

She heard Lacroix chuckle behind her, "Beautiful isn't she? Haven't you ever been tempted Nicholas?"

Tracy's eyes swept up and met her partner's, he was staring intently at her now. He didn't looked shocked. He didn't look angry. He looked hungry.

"Come," Lacroix's voice was low and seductive, "Come join us Nicholas…"

Tracy was shocked, but she couldn't bring herself to protest either. Some secret part of her had always wondered what it would be like with Nick, but surely he couldn't have had those same thoughts. Could he?

She had her answer when Nick took two quick strides and stood before her. Lacroix moved her on his lap, turning her so her back was flush to his chest. His hands skimmed down her arms and onto her thighs, setting her legs on top of his, then he pulled them apart, leaving her thighs to slip to either side of his, opening her.

Tracy gasped at the cool air, just as Nick bent down and captured her mouth with his own. After the briefest of kisses, however, Nick moved south.

Her partner bowed his head and captured her then, sweeping his tongue around her core and darting inside before moving back to her clit. Tracy arched her back, her head pushing into the top of Lacroix's chest.

Lacroix's hands came up and cupped her breasts, kneading and teasing as he looked down and watched, seemingly fascinated as his son's golden head hovered over Tracy's own blonde curls, dipping kisses and licking her entire sex.

Abruptly, Tracy felt one of Lacroix's cool hands slide down her belly and watched as he traced one finger down the path from her navel and into her curls. When she felt him touch the top of her clit, she gasped, biting down hard on her lip to keep from yelling out. She watched as Nick moved up from her sex and kissed Lacroix's finger, drawing it fully into his swollen-lipped mouth.

Nick's eyes met Lacroix's, then swept over to Tracy's wide-eyed stare. He drew his mouth back, returning his attention to her clit. Tracy did her best not to buck against him, she could feel her muscles tighten and knew her fingers had a death grip on Lacroix's hips, but she couldn't seem to loosen them.

Lacroix moved then, leaning to his left while pushing Tracy to the right, this gave him access to her lips, which he plundered ruthlessly. Tracy almost lost it when she realized Nick and Lacroix's tongues were moving at the same rhythm along the rims of her most delicate orifices.

"Oh God," She moaned as Lacroix pulled away and nuzzled her neck.

"Let's leave him out of this shall we?" Lacroix chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on the tender skin beneath her ear.

Pressing her legs wider, Nick's hands next moved beneath her, cupping her buttocks and bring her up to meet his mouth. Tracy could feel Lacroix hardening beneath her as Nick's hands skimmed over his cock while at the same time kneading her ass.

Tracy stared down at her partner as he took her higher and higher, "They say everyone has strengths and weakness," She mumbled, and Nick brought his eyes up to meet hers.

"And on the whole," Tracy gasped as Nick lay one long lick across her entire slit, "I'm not sorry you're so rotten at paperwork anymore."

Laughter rumbled in Lacroix's chest behind her and he pressed a kiss into the side of her throat before bring her back to an upright position, "Finish it, Nicholas. Release her, before she gets anymore vicious."

Nick grinned, that little boy's grin of his that looked so out of place considering what they were doing. Tracy grinned back, feeling deliciously naughty and not really caring. So what if IA said screwing your partner was against regulations? They didn't have partners who looked like hers!

Nick brought his head back to her sex and sucked hard on her clit. With a scream of release, Tracy came, her back arching to the point that she almost doubled over in pleasure. Lacroix clung to her as Nick greedily lapped up her juices.

When the stars faded from her eyes, Tracy felt Lacroix cuddling her to his chest, his arms both wrapped around her middle, "Lovely, just lovely."

Tracy smiled, watching as Nick pulled away from her and stood. She glanced down. And it's then she noticed the blood.

"Oh God," She whispered, watching the slow trickle of blood coming not from her womb, but from two tiny scrapes on either side of her clit. That definitely wasn't her period. Nick had bit her!

Her eyes flew up and met her partner's, his hand came out and cupped her cheek, "Is it really such a surprise?" His eyes flashed yellow.

Tracy swallowed audibly, Lacroix was nuzzling her neck again, but it now had a much more sinister undertone. She suddenly thought back to her seventh grade teacher, Sister Frieda-Marie and the time she'd caught her and her friends in the bushes outside the boy's locker room; she'd said lust would be her downfall. How pathetic, the buck-toothed nun had been right! A bubble of nervous laughter escaped her throat, "You two going to kill me?"

Lacroix stiffened behind her, apparently he hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on between his son and the woman on his lap since she'd come. Tracy felt, more than saw a look pass between the two men.

"No," Lacroix answered after an almost unbearable silence. He turned her completely around in his lap and kissed her gently, "Not today anyway."

Nick growled, and Tracy could hear him moving around behind her as she continued to kiss Lacroix. She heard a zipper and knew he was undressing, the thought of her partner naked behind her caused her to close her eyes tightly and press against Lacroix's chest all the more. Tonight was far from over.

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Disclaimers and blame placed in part one. (waves at Molly and Shana)

Menage la Tracy (2/2)

By: Cousin Mary 1-99

When Lacroix broke their kiss, Tracy felt obliged to look back at Nick. Part of her really didn't want to, she knew whatever was going to happen next would probably make for the most erotic and intense night of her life. Hell, when she thought about it, it already was!

Tracy slowly turned her head before cautiously opening her eyes. She gasped, Nick was absolutely beautiful! She'd never realized just how built her partner was! Muscular, golden, gorgeous, Nick practically screamed 'Male!' A golden aura seemed to radiate from him, helped by the light sprinkling of blonde curls the blanketed his arms, legs and chest. Her eyes dipped almost uncontrollably to his sex then. Proud and immense, his cock shot out erect from a nest of gold. "Wow."

Nick chuckled, "Now that's a compliment if I ever heard one," His eyes met Lacroix's and the two men shared a laugh at her reaction.

"Well," Tracy bristled a bit, "Just look at him!" She turned her head back and glared at Lacroix.

"I am," He told her solemnly, his eyes hungrily sweeping over his son.

Tracy felt herself blushing, realizing that there was just as much going on between the two men as with her and either Lacroix or Nick, "Um, maybe I should… uh, go?"

Lacroix's eyes snapped back to hers, "No!"

Tracy's eyes widened at the look in his eyes, he wasn't going to let her go anywhere.

She felt Nick's cool hand skim up her bare back and flinched.

"Shh, Trace, it'll be okay," Nick sat beside them and leaned his face against the back of her shoulder, "I promise."

Tracy tried to relax, but couldn't tear her eyes away from Lacroix's intense stare. He didn't seem angry, just determined to master her. Nick's hands swept around her and cupped her breasts gently, kneading them tenderly. She felt him press a kiss into the midpoint between her shoulder blades, but she was still locked in Lacroix's eyes.

They stared at each other, trapped really. Neither could break the connection developing between them. To look away now would be conceding defeat in a contest neither had started.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tracy watched as Nick's hand skimmed up and cupped the side of Lacroix's throat. Lacroix seemed to lean into the touch, but his unreadable eyes were still on hers. Nick's head came up to the side of her throat then, kissing her gently.

Tracy lifted a hand and pressed her palm over Lacroix's heart, she left it there, finally feeling a beat after a few too long moments. She next brushed her hand across his cheek, a tender touch, if only her eyes hadn't been screaming for dominance.

Lacroix's hands rested lightly on her waist, his thumbs rubbing light circles over her hip bones. His touch too was gentle, his eyes, burning with power. Tracy watched as the icy blue orbs slowly turned golden, shining back at her like bright new pennies.

Nick's continued to love them both, though their attentions were firmly focused on each other. He wasn't sure what was going on, but for some reason knew he shouldn't interfere. He looked at his partner and father staring at each other, it worried him, but it was also arousing the hell out of him. He could still taste Tracy on his lips, he'd always imagined she'd taste like heaven, but she'd been even better. And Lacroix, well, it had been a long time since he'd seen his master so lost in anyone other than him. When he'd first seen them together, he'd expected to feel jealous, but hadn't, he'd only felt a burning stab of desire shoot through him. It had shocked him, he'd always been a bit jealous of Janette and Lacroix's coupling, but not Tracy. 'Apparently I've taken the title 'partners' to heart, I don't mind sharing with Tracy at all,' He mused with a lopsided grin, somehow he didn't think this was what Reese had meant by telling him he had to get more involved with his partner.

When Lacroix's back stiffened and his eyes widened, Tracy knew Nick was touching him. She let her hand trail down Lacroix's chest and felt Nick's hand lowering his fly and pulling out Lacroix's engorged cock. Her eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as she joined her partner in his attentions, entwining her fingers with Nick's as they traced over Lacroix's sex.

Lacroix's quick intake of breath cheered Tracy and she scooted forward a bit, her cunt within millimeters of the tip of his cock. Lacroix stared into her eyes, he'd suddenly lost interest in dominating the nymph, all he wanted to do was kiss her. Then, just as he was about to do just that, she kissed him.

Nick watched as Tracy kissed his master, and it was Tracy who was in charge of this one. Her hands had come up and she held his head between her hands, her tongue was teasing his fangs while her lips alternately crushed and suckled his. Nick shook his head in amusement, his hand moving to his own cock, never had he seen Lacroix so out of his element. Nick suddenly decide to give his partner even more of an edge, pulling his hand away from himself, he placed it at base of Lacroix's cock and lifted it, then with the other, he thrust Tracy onto him.

Lacroix groaned and bit down, piercing his own lip as Tracy pulled back just in the nick of time. Her mouth met his again in an instant, she then swept her tongue over his fangs harshly, mixing her blood with his as he eagerly drank in both.

Nick moved behind her, using her to fuck his master. His hands settled on her hips and he thrust her again and again onto Lacroix's shaft. Nick smiled, Tracy certainly had his master's attention. They were so engrossed with each other, Nick was able to swing them around so they were lying on the couch. He lifted Tracy's hips almost off Lacroix before thrusting her back on to the hilt.

Tracy sat up suddenly then, turning her face to Nick. Her lips were red with blood and Nick couldn't help but kiss her.

Lacroix stilled beneath her, watching as the two blondes kissed. His son didn't bite, instead his attention began to heal the wounds Tracy had inflicted on herself. Lacroix brought hands up to pluck at her nipples, rubbing the buds into taunt peaks and he ground his sex into her, waiting for her to turn her attention back to him.

When Tracy broke her kiss with Nick, she looked back at Lacroix, almost guiltily, but the older man just smiled at her, drawing her back to kiss him.

As Tracy lay on Lacroix, she felt Nick move behind her. She knew what was coming even as Lacroix's hands settled on her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She closed her eyes in anticipation as Nick leaned down and lay a kiss on the back of her neck.

His thrust was quick and clean, making Tracy gasp as he entered her tight anus. Lacroix's cock was still buried within her and the sensation of the two nearly made her come right there.

Part of her wondered why Nick had entered her so easily, wondering what he was using as a lubricate, she sure hadn't felt anything. Tracy jerked her head and gazed back at her partner. As he drew out, he saw his cock was dripping with blood, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Tracy gasped, craning her neck to see the blood splashed over her ass.

"It's his, don't worry," She heard Lacroix whisper, grabbing her face and forcing her to look back at him. "He cut himself."

Lacroix could see Tracy beginning to panic, he pulled her down and kissed her gently. Nick paused, a wave of his master's hand as well of a swell of awareness through their link telling him to still. When Tracy began to calm down, gently returning Lacroix's kiss, Nick rubbed her back and shoulders patiently, even as his cock itched to reenter her.

Finally Tracy pulled back and smiled slightly, "We're still going to do this, right?" She turned her head and grinned at Nick, pressing her ass up towards him a bit.

This action drew her off Lacroix and the master vampire quickly pulled her face back to his, "Yes we're still going to 'do this.'" And with that, he kissed her passionately.

Nick began pumping into her then, and so did Lacroix. Their rhythms complimented each other, driving each other closer to the edge even as Tracy writhed between them. As sensations flooded through her, Tracy felt a scream building inside her.

As Tracy's inner muscles began to clench around him, Lacroix instinctively brought her head to the crook of his neck. He looked up and watched his son pumping into her, blood coated his abdomen, cock and thighs. The smell was getting to everyone, even Tracy seemed effected.

When she came, with her face pressed to his throat, it seemed only natural to bite him. So she did. Hard.

Lacroix bucked beneath her, shouting out in pure ecstasy as his seed spilled into her womb and her teeth cut into his throat. He was about to bite her, when he found his son's wrist thrust into his face. He bit down quickly, before anyone, himself included, could change their mind.

The sight, smell and feel of Tracy and Lacroix climaxing beneath him was more than enough to push Nick over the edge. Pulling out, his bloody seed spilled over Tracy's white back and he collapsed against her. Bending his elbow, he kept his wrist at Lacroix's lips, but sank his own fangs into the back of Tracy's neck, a relatively harmless spot, but with enough blood to still sate him.

Tracy was the first to recover, she pulled away and noticed the neat row of indentations where her teeth had dug into Lacroix's flesh. She was immensely relieved to see she hadn't broken the skin, she didn't think she could have handled it if she'd been drinking his blood.

She could feel Nick gently suckling her back, right at the place where her neck met her torso. She knew he'd bit her, but it didn't really hurt. She moved slightly, and he drew his head away. He moved then, slipping to his knees next to the couch, keeping one of his hands on her back, rubbing in calming circles. Tracy smiled sleepily, "Hi."

Nick smiled back, "Hi."

A snort from Lacroix announced that though his eyes were closed, he was far from asleep. "You two are quite the poets aren't you?" His eyes slitted open and his arms wrapped around Tracy, tenderly cuddling her to his chest. She'd somehow moved down his body, she rested her chin at the mid-spot between his nipples, staring up into his eyes.

Lacroix met her gaze, smiling slightly. "You look like a cat when you stare, you know it's rather unnerving."

Nick laughed, "Like you should talk."

Lacroix glanced at his son, arching a brow.

Nick smiled, dropping a quick kiss on his master's lips, "Come on, hand her over, she needs a shower."

Lacroix glared at him, "Not at the moment she doesn't."

Tracy smiled slightly, trying not to think what a bloody sticky mess she probably was. She glanced at Nick, judging from her partner, she was pretty bad.

"Besides," Lacroix continued, his eyes taking on a devilish twinkle, "She's mad at you. In fact, she came here in order to," He glanced at Tracy, "How'd you put it my dear? 'Tear him into tiny pieces and leave him scattered along the highways?'"

Tracy groaned, shooting Nick a glare, "The procedure class, you were a no show."

"Dammit!" Nick forced a hand through his hair, "I knew I was forgetting something!"

Tracy settled her head back down, pillowing her head against Lacroix's hard chest, "Reese is going to stake you out for the buzzards." She smiled evilly at the thought, "And I just might help."

A chuckle rumbled through Lacroix's chest.

Nick glared at them both before smiling, "Come on partner, I'll make it up to you…"

"How?" She asked suspiciously.

"In the shower." Nick grinned, trying to pull her to her feet.

Lacroix wasn't letting her go, "I think not."

Tracy and Nick looked at the master vamp, then Tracy smiled, "You can come too, ya know."

Lacroix looked back at the two blondes, grimaced and released Tracy, sitting on the edge of the couch a minute before following them both towards the showers. As if Nicholas hadn't been enough, now he'd have to put up with two golden heros. Lacroix smiled slightly as he heard the water and gasps of pleasure echo down the hall. Well, maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

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(blushes) God! What smut I write! (eg) Send all comments and chastity belts with broken locks to anteros@juno.com