ADULT: Urges Unresolved
By Sky Dancer
N&NPackers - Convent of the DSS
Part 1 of 1

Having seen only parts of Season 2 and all of Season 3, it was quite refreshing to enjoy Season 1 as it now shows on the Sci-Fi Channel. This story takes place during Dead Air right before and during that scene where they show Nick on the floor in his robe and pajama bottom, playing with the tarot card. We won't mention the name of the person who came up with the idea. (No, it wasn't Monny. *G*) Why I said I'd actually write the story during such a period of "non-creativity" in writing is a mystery to me. Suffice to say, "Hey, I finally finished it for ya!!! Aren't you proud of me?" *VEG*

Yes, I know, Sony/Tri-Star and 20 million other people own these characters. I'm just borrowing them because I don't think any of them ever had enough sex. *smirk* I'll return them, uh, a little less tense from whence they came. *G*

God bless Sister Delight and Novice Joyance for their guidance on this piece (Beta readers...what WOULD we do without them!). They gave it that zest that my creative mind on empty couldn't find. ;) Enjoy!

Nick swaggered into the loft after a tiring day in the Caddie's trunk. A quick stop to the precinct had done nothing but cause him grief.

"If you're going to hire a psychiatrist for this case, let's get a REAL one," Stonetree had shouted. Nick pulled his jacket off and threw it over the banister. He yanked his gun holster from his hips and, irritated, threw it down on the table. Stonetree's words ran through his mind again.

"Get a real one!"

Dr. Noble, while not the most professional looking psychiatrist, knew what she was doing. Nick recalled how expertly she ran off a scenario for the first two murders. His mind flashed back to their leaving the hotel room. The black dress she was poured into left nothing to the imagination. Nick had to consciously keep his eyes from her breasts, which were mostly exposed for the world to see.

Nick headed straight for the refrigerator at full gait, pulling a bottle from it, he raised it to his mouth. As he felt the cork enter his mouth a latent desire to bite and feed overtook him. He grasped the cork with his teeth and held it tightly in his jaw. He didn't release it until he reached the top of the stairway, where he took a long, hard swig from the bottle.

As he walked into his bedroom, Nick threw the cork on his dresser. Licking his lips, he set the bottle down on the edge of it. The murders were coming too quickly and they had only one lead. Could they stop him before he murdered again?

He tried to piece together what Dr. Noble had presented about the suspect. As he replayed her words within his mind, he recalled the softness of her voice, the curve of her body. An annoyance begun to build in his groin.

"Good God, Knight, get a grip on yourself!" he scolded, trying to make sense of what he knew. He recalled the evidence from both murder scenes in his mind, yet the doctor's voice continued to intrude.

His groin was now beginning to stir, and he threw his shirt down on the bed. He looked at his bare chest in the mirror. A wayward thought of the doctor's bright red fingernails scratching across his nipples broke his concentration and he grabbed forcefully at the bottle on the corner of his dresser and drank down several deep gulps until he realized the bottle was empty.

A familiar lusty yet dreamy buzz fell over him. His arousal only became stronger as his need for the blood urged him to consume more. Nick shook his head to try and clear his mind. He didn't need this now.

Nick undid the button on his trousers. His mild erection was beginning to show. As he pushed them off his hips, the need became stronger and his manhood began to noticeably argue with the briefs he had worn that day. Not wanting to be distracted, he pushed them off of his hips as well and sat down on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. Finally naked, he stared at himself in the mirror feeling better without the constriction of his daily wear.

He thought about where the killer might be meeting his victims. "Low self-esteem," Nick murmered as he sprawled his naked body across the bed. He tried to picture the killer beginning a conversation with them. Suddenly Dr. Noble intruded into his vision. Nick ran his fingertips across his forehead, trying to shake the image of her low neckline. It only caused him to become more aroused.

"Not now," he growled and jumped up from the bed. He slipped his black silk pajama bottoms up. They would be the least restrictive against his slowly growing hard on. Hopefully the clarion call of his need for blood would die out and relieve him the desire that spurred it on. He heard the phone ring downstairs, shoved his feet into some slippers and grabbed the empty bottle and a silk robe and flew downstairs just as the tape was coming on.

"Knight," he said gruffly.

"Hey, Nick." Nat's voice called through the phone line. Nick pulled the silk robe around him, tying the belt loosely.

"Heya, Nat." Nick replied with a shy smile on his face. "Whatcha got for me?" he questioned.

"Victim number two," Natalie began in an almost too happy a mood. Nick walked to the sink, setting the empty bottle down on the counter. Unconsciously, he headed towards the refrigerator while listening to Nat's voice. She seemed to be on the flirtatious side tonight.

"Oh, and there's something I wanted to show you," Natalie continued. "I'm leaving the office now, I should be over in a few.....*honey*," she teased as Nick heard the soft click of her hanging up the phone.

A new bottle opened, Nick spit the cork from his mouth onto the countertop as he walked to replace the phone in its cradle. With a smile on his face, he took a long swig from the bottle. It only took seconds for his body to remind him he had taken too much already this evening. Instantly aroused, he cursed himself for opening it.

Nick sat on the leather couch awkwardly as Nat opened the loft door. The scent of her blood seemed to permeate the loft, calling out to him. He fought to keep his fangs from dropping as she came closer. He was glad he had arranged his robe to cover his hardness.

Natalie kneeled close to his body and playfully whispered into his ear, which caused him even more discomfort. A few strands of her silky hair managed to fall across the part of his bare chest the robe was not covering due to the way he had arranged it over his lower region. Nick shivered at the sensation and she smiled as she handed him two toxicology reports, happy to be able to affect him that way.

Nick turned his head to Nat's, fighting for control over his body's screaming need to savor her. She looked deeply into his eyes, and blushed. The depth of his stare startled her. She could feel the intesity throbbing under his cool exterior. Feeling as though she had stepped into a conversation at the wrong time, she excused herself and kissed him lightly on the cheek. As she closed the loft door, Nick let his fangs drop and his eyes turn golden. It allowed him time to compose himself more easily.

Trying to take his mind off his bodily function spurred on by his need, Nick walked to the fireplace and pulled a tarot deck down from the mantle. Lightning burst forth from the sky in measured intervals. Nick shuffled the cards, going over the facts in the case as he did. As he prepared to lay the last card of the spread out, Nick noticed the Sun card. He held it in his hand and lay back on the carpet, his feet firmly on the floor.

As the doctor's voice ran through his mind presenting the characteristics of the killer, he began to drift to the memory of her low neckline. He reached for the tie to his silky pajama bottom and loosened the waistband. It provided only a minimal amount of release. He turned the Sun card over again and again on his forehead. It didn't help.

Nick collected the cards and put them away, pulling an unfinished chess game from the shelf. Perhaps playing a strategy game would bring something to mind. He ran a few chess plays back and forth, but again came up empty. His mind drifted to an unpleasant experience with LaCroix.

Nick's hardness was growing uncomfortable laying on his side. He pushed the chess board aside and rolled on to his back. He heard Schanke talk about the only suspect they had, one of Dr. Noble's former patients. His hardness stirred. His shifted his body uncomfortably on the floor and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He could still smell Natalie's scent lingering in the room, still feel her soft locks against his skin.

Nick reached down between his legs, where his hardness pulled against the silk. He ran his hand slowly over it and felt an electric shock go through him with the first touch. The silk was soft against his engorged member. He let his fingertips slowly circle his stretched foreskin, pulling it slightly to and fro. Not only was the feeling intoxicating and arousing, it seemed to relax his mind.

"Oh Natalie," he growled softly as his fangs dropped again. How long had it been since he had allowed a woman to please him in this fashion? He tried desparately to remember as he fantasized about Natalie's red lips parting, taking his manhood within them. How much longer would it be before he could please a woman in this fashion, before he could hold Natalie close to his naked body and kiss every inch of hers, cause the same erotic sensations to every part of her body?

Nick let out a long sigh. He remembered Natalie's voice whispering in his ear. The faint remnants of the scent of her blood satiated his senses. He began to move his palm over his hardness now, applying slightly more pressure. He could almost feel Natalie's soft skin near him, her long silky hair wavering over his face, teasing his cheeks. As he rubbed a little harder and faster, he imagined her stradling him in a short skirt.

He brought his fingers around his hardness and pulled it out from his pajama bottom, closing his eyes. He stroked the entire length of his shaft as he imagined Natalie's wetness rubbing intermittantly across the hardened tip. Drops of bloody pre-cum started to form at the tip of his manhood as his need for blood created a low growling sound from deep within. He rubbed the slick substance in slow circles around the sensitive head, then began to pump up and down stretching his foreskin back and forth across the tip of his throbbing manhood. The deeper the stroke, the greater his lust for her exploded within as sensations of arousal permeated his very being.

He fantasized about his lips tracing their way along the nape of her neck, feeling and tasting the rhythm of her heart beat. His fangs ached horribly as his body gave him signs that release would be near. Pumping his hardness faster, as well as pulling his foreskin back and forth more quickly, caused him to roar very deeply as the tingling sensations permeated his body.

All of the sudden his need for blood overtook him. He threw his head back, with his mouth opened wide and grasped the open wine bottle with his free hand. Just as the cool blood began to flow over his tongue, he pumped harshly with his hand and climaxed amidst feverant gulps that emptied the bottle.

Nick closed his eyes and let the bottle roll from his fingertips across the floor as the sensations continued to surge through his body. "Oh Nat," he whispered softly to himself. "Natalie," he called out having extinguished all thoughts of Dr. Noble from his mind.

As he lay on the floor composing his thoughts, rays of the lightning bolts outside flooded through the windows. He turned his head in the direction of the bottle he had just thrown aside. He sighed forlornly, as the complete loneliness of his life began to sink in. He wanted to make beautiful love to Natalie, not a wet mess on his pajamas, but Natalie would never understand how hard it was to keep the beast at bay. How he had to fight for control whenever she got too close to him.

He lay in the floor for several minutes, just allowing thoughts of Natalie to run rampant in his mind. He could feel the touch of her skin under his fingertips. Thoughts of making love to her, marrying her, the beautiful children they would have all clouded his mind. They were sharply interrupted by the danger involved. Resigned and irritated, he carefully stood up to shower and go off to work.

Sooner or later they would have to face his feelings for her together, for these physical urges unresolved. But tonight, he was off to find a killer.