Alexander Lucard stopped dead upon re-entering his
office and spying what appeared to be a white stuffed
rabbit lying on his desk. Clasped in its paws was a
purple plastic egg. With a slightly bemused look on his
face, he cautiously sat down and looked it over. It is
difficult to kill a vampire and while he had his share
of enemies, he didn't detect anything deadly in this,
so he picked up the egg. It was marked with a "1" and
the words "open me" in what appeared to be Klaus'
handwriting. So Lucard pulled the pieces apart, raining
multi-colored, sparkling pieces of confetti shaped like
rabbits and eggs upon his desk, his lap and the floor.
Amongst the pieces was a slip of paper. He picked it up
and read: "I hope you don't have anything planned for
tonight. Come home soon." Definitely written by Klaus.
Since it was Saturday, and he had just come in to deal
with a few minor things, there was no real reason not
to indulge his young companion. While he had first
seduced Klaus and made him a vampire solely to get at
Helsing, the young man had proved to be unexpectedly
entertaining in many ways. He called William to have
the car ready in half an hour, brushed the confetti off
of himself and the desk into his wastebasket and
finished up what he was working on.
When he entered the limo, he found another egg, blue
this time, with the number "2" marked on it lying on
the seat. He picked it up, and wary after the mess the
other had made in his office, he carefully opened it.
Inside was a spring loaded chicken with a note stuck to
its beak, directing him to the great hall when he got
home.
Egg number three was pink and on the mantle of the
fireplace. It contained small green plastic "grass"
strips with the note and directed him to his shrinking
room. And so he continued through various rooms at the
direction of the messages in the eggs. Egg number 8
brought him back to the great hall, so apparently Klaus
was placing the eggs just slightly in front of his
finding them to make sure he didn't find the eggs out
of order. Wondering how much longer this would go on, he
opened the egg. This egg directed him to his bedroom,
so perhaps the hunt was about to end.
He expected to find Klaus when he entered the bedroom,
but the only addition to the way he'd left it was a
large, brightly colored basket on the bed with some of
the shredded green plastic grass in the bottom and
several more eggs. Tempted to skip to the highest
number, he supposed Klaus was watching nearby and would
pout if he didn't follow the hunt to its natural
conclusion. He picked up egg number 9 which directed
him to remove his jacket. Deciding to do some teasing
of his own, he slipped off the jacket, walked over to
the wardrobe and carefully hung it up. Returning to the
bed, he opened number ten which directed him to "lose
the tie." Again, he took it off and put it away.
Opening number 11, he read, "One, two, unbutton your
shirt. Three, four--" At this point he was interrupted
by two arms circling his chest from behind, and Klaus
saying, "Let me help you with that."
Klaus swiftly unfastened several of the buttons, and as
one palm massaged a flat nipple through the fine silk
shirt, the fingers of his other hand slid inside to
tease its twin. Klaus pressed himself close against
Lucard's back, and licked the side of his neck. Lucard
raised his hand to catch Klaus' head, but Klaus quickly
pulled back. "Not yet," he giggled. Lucard dropped
his hand to his side and waited to see what the next
move would be. Klaus may have been an adult when he
became a vampire, but in his case, maturity was
certainly measured by more than years, Lucard mused.
Perhaps, though, his behavior wasn't so unusual. It had
been a long time since Lucard was a newly created
vampire, but there was still the faint memory of those
first exhilarating years. He remembered the feeling of
having the world at your feet with everything in it
there for your pleasure; all you had to do was reach
out and take it.
Klaus moved in front of Lucard and unfastened a few
more buttons, pulling the shirt off of his shoulders
and down, lightly trapping Lucard's arms. "Aren't you
going to take it the rest of the way off?" Lucard
inquired. "Not quite yet," responded Klaus, as he
disengaged the suspenders Lucard was wearing, and
unfastened his trousers. Slowly lowering the zip, he
could feel Lucard's growing erection. "Easter egg
hunts were always fun, but this is a much better prize
than a chocolate rabbit."
When he had pushed the trousers down, Lucard slipped
off his shoes and kicked off the slacks. Klaus' hands
slid back up Lucard's legs, continuing up under the
edge of the dark blue silk boxers he wore, where he
could caress Lucard's buttocks as he rubbed his cheek
against the front of the boxers.
"Klaus, don't you think you're slightly overdressed for
the occasion?" Lucard had managed to free his arms, and
he ran his fingers through the blond hair, but Klaus
jumped away before Lucard could get a firm grip on him,
and with vampiric speed, he flung off his sweater and
jeans before Lucard caught him and pulled him close.
"And since I did the hunting, I believe the prize is
mine." The tip of Lucard's tongue outlined Klaus' lips,
then he licked and teased them until they parted and he
could thrust his tongue inside, careful to avoid Klaus'
fangs. Klaus resisted momentarily, then capitulated,
sucking on Lucard's tongue as he wrapped his arms
around Lucard's body.
Lucard broke off the kiss and pushed Klaus away
slightly. He then guided Klaus to the bed, pushed him
onto it and followed him down to lie between Klaus'
thighs. In the process, they upended the basket
scattering eggs, confetti and Easter grass all over.
Some of the confetti became caught in Klaus' hair and
on his face. Klaus and Lucard laughed as he brushed it
away with his fingers. Klaus' hands moved over Lucard's
back, stroking from the soft hair at the nape of his
neck, along his shoulders, tracing down his spine to
his silk clad bottom. Their laughter turned to soft
moans as Lucard recaptured his mouth and thrust his
hips into Klaus'. Klaus pushed his hips off the bed to
eagerly meet Lucard's thrust as his hands slipped
inside Lucard's shorts to knead his buttocks. Lucard
groaned, his hands caressing Klaus' shoulders and chest
while his lips were busy tasting Klaus' face and neck.
As their lower bodies ground together, frantically
seeking release, Lucard drew his fangs lightly across
the sensitive nubs of Klaus' nipples. Klaus threw his
head back and Lucard sank his fangs into the soft
flesh of Klaus' neck, tapping the supply of sweet blood
within. As Klaus sought to tear open Lucard's wrist for
his own release, Lucard thought, Klaus was right, this
is much better than a chocolate rabbit.