Subject: 98-Voyeur


This piece has not been posted to  FKFIC.  It is only located at JADFE
and here.  If any other DP's or t-vpackers want to archive it, please ask.
I'll probably say yes.  Whether it's warranted or not is irrelivant...
this piece embarrased me too much to post it publicly, not even to fkfic
with appropriate headers!

Much thanks to Bonnie for helping me get Screed to sound like Screed!!
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Vachon was sitting in the church, absently playing his guitar, and off in
his own thoughts when Screed came bursting in.

"'ey, Vachon!"  

Vachon blinked himself into the here and now, and looked up at his
carouche buddy, nodding his acknowledgement.

"Well, mate, I thought I knew it bi-fore, I did, but now I knows fer
sure."  He smiled broadly as he rumaged through his bag, and pulled out a
rat.  "Wos out lookin' for squealers, I wos, and I 'eard somefin'.  I wos
on the roof a this a-party-mint buildin', like, when I 'eard that
girl-copper talkin' to ya, but ya couldn't 'a'been there as I knows ya
were 'ere...  Soz I peeked in through 'er window, like, an' wot did I see?
Well, she's got it bad fer ya, she does!"  Screed grinned mischievously.
"Yous ought'a go 'ave a little look-see.  Wos quite a show an' it weren't
over when I left."

Vachon looked at Screed a little warily.  He figured he knew Screed well
enough to know what Screed meant by the 'quite a show' reference, but he
must be confused somewhere...  Tracy?  Vachon couldn't imagine it.  He
knew what his own feelings were for Trace, but as far as he knew, she had
never figured out what hers were for him, and was sticking to the 'just
friends' routine.  And he couldn't imagine what he thought Screed was
telling him, unless she had finally decided...

Vachon smiled slightly as he sat his guitar down.  He stood up as he
thanked Screed for the info and threw on his leather jacket.  With a
'later..' tossed in the direction of his carouche friend, he then took
off into Toronto's night sky.

Vachon landed on the roof of Tracy's building, and then bagan to tune out
the other sounds that his enhanced senses allowed him to hear.  Soon
enough all but a slightly arythmic breathing and a pounding heartbeat
coming from Tracy's apartment had been successfully ignored.  ~well, maybe
he was partly right.  She must be watching something on tv though, that's
getting her that turned on.~  His vampiric senses allowed him to not only
hear her, but to smell her blood beneath her flesh at the best of times.
So now, from just above her apartment, he could easily pick up the musky
scent indicating her state of arousal.

Vachon briefly wondered if her should let her know he was around, but he
knew Tracy well enough to know that she'd put on a fascade of some sort,
and his chance to discover the truth would be gone.  Besides, she seemed
to think og him as a bit of a 'bad boy'...  why not live up to her
expectations.  His decision made, he climbed, at human speed down the fire
escape, and sat on the step for a while, listening intently to Tracy.

After a brief respite, he heard her walking back into the bedroom, and set
something down, presumably on her bedtable.  Vachon was beginning to think
he was right, that she'd just been watching a movie or something else that
interested her, when he heard a slightly resonant humming, at a frequency
that was well beyond what humans would hear.  A human would think that
whatever was causing the sound would be silent.  Then he heard her,
quietly but distinctly moan his name...

"Vachon..."

He immediately sat up, interested.  Maybe Screed hadn't been wrong after
all.

"Oh, God, Vachon...  I wish..."  

Tracy's voice was so quiet that it was barely a whisper, but thanks to
Vachon's enhanced senses, he could hear her as clearly as if she were
yelling.  But her sentence was cut short by a sudden gasp.

Now Vachon was curious.  Knowing he shouldn't, he decided to check for
himself.  Tracy's curtains were not quite wide enough for her window, and
so were safety-pinned together in the middle.  That left a V shaped gap
about 4 inches wide and about 3 inches deep at the very top of her bedroom
curtain, which he was about to find useful.  He heard her moan his name
again, and sigh, and felt his own jeans seem to fit a little more snugly
than they had just a few moments before.

Vachon stood on the fire escape by Tracy's window.  He realized that in
order to see, he'd have to do a little hovering.  He hoped that if anyone
were to notice from the street, the angle would make it look like he was
just standing on instead of floating above the grillework.

Slowly, he levitated up, and peeked cautiously into her bedroom.  He was
shocked by what he saw.  Not because of what he saw, but rather because of
who he saw doing the what in question.  Tracy lay on her bed, naked and
had what he believed was politely called 'an adult toy' in one hand, and
was holding a photo of Vachon in her other hand.  She slowly kissed the
photograph, and then laid it on her bedside table, and once again began to
use the 'toy' on herself in the manner for which it was intended.  Vachon
noted that this was the source of the the slight hum he had previously
heard.  As she used it to stroke the intimate parts of her body, she began
carassing herself, in an arms-crossed way that indicated she was
fantasizing of the hands that were touching her being someone elses.  Her
eyes were closed, and she quietly moaned once more.

"Oh, God, Vachon, How I wish we really could..." 

Vachon watched, mesmerized as a single tear coursed her cheek, and
listened to her sniffle, before she continued, although her voice was
getting a little ragged now, and he didn't know how much was from being
aroused, and how much was from her tears.  Without him being aware of it,
Vachon's hand migrated down to his own denim-confined erection, which he
began rubbing absently as he watched his lovely Tracy unknowingly tell him
all the secrets of her heart.

"I can't tell you how I really feel.  I have loved you almost since that
first night when you kissed me, when you came here to shower.  You don't
know that I haven't had anyone else since then, do you?  How could you?
It isn't like I've ever told you.  As much as I want to, I probably
never will."  Tracy sniffled, and pulled a huge stuffed teadybear into a
one armed hug.  "Why can't I tell you Vachon?"  Tracy gasped as the 'toy'
brought her to her release.

Vachon's own body was reacting to what he was seeing, in the extreme.  His
erection was now painfully being restrained by his jeans.  He watched  her
remove the gadget and set it on the table beside her bed.  She also 
grabbed a bottle of water that she had sitting there as well, and took a
drink, then set that down too.  Then she pulled her comforter partly over
herself then turned on her side and continued to cuddle the teddy bear.

She closed her eyes again, and cried quietly into her stuffy.  "Why am I
so afraid that if I tell you how I feel, that you'll want to run away from
me?  I know you've run from a lot of things, Vachon, but I don't think a
woman's company has ever been among them.  So why am I so scared you'll
want to leave if I tell you the truth?"

Vachon slipped silently into her apartment in his typical silent manner
that she had never figured how he managed it.  With the discomfort his
bulging jeans were causing, her side wasn't his first choice for where
he'd like to put his hand, but he didn't want to startle her any more than
necessary.  He reached out and gently put one hand on her side, as he
spoke.  "I won't run, Tracy.  Not from you."

Tracy let out a startled, 'eep' sound, and dove under the covers.  As an
afterthought one hand snaked out and grabbed her little battery powered
toy, and shoved it under her pillow.

"Tell me you didn't hear me talking to myself.  Please?  I think I'll die
if you did."

Vachon sat on the bed beside her, and gently turned the covers down, until
he could see her face.  Tracy was practically a deep scarlet, although how
much of her blush was from being embarrassed and how much was from her
orgasm just moments before, he didn't know.

"Tracy...  Don't be embarassed.  You are a beautiful woman whom I feel
just as strongly towards as I now know you feel towards me.  I hadn't said
anything to you because I thought you were not sure how you felt... and I
didn't want to influence your feelings..."

Vachon folded back the comforter a little farther now, down nearly to
Tracy's waist.  He pulled one hand free of the teddy bear she was
clutching when she had dove under the comforter, and which she was still
holding.  He pulled it up to his mouth and delicately kissed her knuckles,
then placed her hand on his own solid member, which made Tracy blush more,
although he was glad she didn't pull her hand away.

"Some nights are better than other for us Tracy, for control.  But when
it's a good night..."  Vachon stood, and undid the button on his jeans.
"Tonight is a good night, Tracy."  He unzipped his fly, releasing some of
the pressure off his constrained cock.

Tracy blushed, "You really want to?  You're not just doing this for me,
are you?"

"I don't do mercy fucks, if that's what you're asking.  I want this as
much as you do, Trace."  Vachon pulled off his jeans completely, and began
to unbutton his shirt.  He would not do anything if Tracy said not to...
but since she hadn't, and considering what he had been witness to before,
he was pretty sure she'd want this as much as he did.

"Vachon..."

"Hummm?"  Vachon lay naked on the bed beside Tracy and slowly pulled the
comforter off of her completely.

"I..."  Tracy trailed her hand down Vachon's back, down to his nice, firm
ass which she began massaging.  Then she blushed harder.  "noo...."  

Since she was still caressing his body, Vachon assumed that whatever she
was about to say was what she was saying no to.  "Come on, Trace.  Tell
me.  We've had more than enough secrets, don't you think?"

"I was going to ask you how long it's been since you've been with anyone,
but I decided I don't want to know.  I haven't you know, not since we met.
I haven't been with anyone else."  Tracy sighed.

Vachon smiled and cupping Tracy's chin, which she had turned down away
from him, turned her face towards his own.  "Why did you decide you don't
want to know?"  Vachon continued playing with one of her breasts with one
hand, and moving his other hand from her chin, he began to tease Tracy's
clit with it, eliciting a series of quick gasps from her.

"I've never asked you not to see anyone else.  I certainly can't expect
you to have made the same decision that I have, when we haven't even
talked about it before this.  But if the answer is anything like what it
could be, then I think I would just as soon not know the ans..."  Vachon
began a new tactic which was resulting in her having another series of
mini-orgasms, without any chance to catch her breath in between.

"Are you thinking about Urs?  Is she why you don't want to know?"  Vachon
watched as Tracy silently nodded, another tear streaking her cheek. "I
won't lie Tracy, Urs is important to me.  I do love her, and I always
will.  But that part of our past is just that - past.  We've spent time
together, but the kind of intimacy that you're afraid to ask about...
that hasn't happened between us now for about..."  Vachon had to think for
a moment.  Then he smiled. "Well, the last time I was still going by J.D.
Valdez."  He didn't want to hurt Tracy by telling her that with the nature
of Vampires, it was quite likely that they would again share that sort of
intimacy.  Unless she specifiacally asked about it, or were to tell him
she wanted to be a vampire too, then that was information he wasn't going
to offer up.

"Really?"

Vachon kissed Tracy's cheek.  "I'm not her type anymore."  Then he covered
Tracy's mouth with his own and let his tongue introduce itself to hers.  

As they kissed each other passionately, hands exploring each others
body's, Vachon rolled onto his back, and pulled Tracy onto him, so that
she was stradling him.  As he guided her onto himself, her warm wetness
surounding him, Tracy blushed.  "Vachon?"

"Hummm?"  

"I've never... " Tracy bit her lip, nervously.  "done it this way
before..."  She quickly buried her face against Vachon's shoulder.

"Don't worry, querida.  You'll like it."  Vachon pushed Tracy up a little,
so that he could caress her breasts.    Once she began to move with him in
their lovemaking, he whispered quietly "They say this is supposed to be
more pleasurable for the woman."

In answer, Tracy began to lick at Vachon's fangs that had now descended.

Vachon's eyes changed colour.  "Tracy," he gasped, "I need blood.  tell me
now if I can bite you, or if I need to stop now.  I won't take much, I
promise.  But I need to know... now."

Tracy looked into Vachon's face and saw his closed eyes.  She knew that
meant they were glowing. "I know you won't break a promise to me, Vachon.
Yes, you can."  Tracy's voice sounded slightly nervous, but her actions
were not as she tipped her head sideways, allowing him access to her
throat.

Vachon's voice was now little more than a throaty growl.  "I do love you.
You'll know that..."  Then he pulled her towards himself, and sank his
fangs into her tender pale neck, and began to drink of her, pushing
himself over the edge and he pumped his seed into her.

Tracy began seeing flashes of images and thoughts from Vachon, but mixed
throughout them was the love and overwhelming desire that he felt towards
Tracy.  She climaxed with him, and then they collapsed together in a
tangle of arms and legs.

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Tracy and Nick walked into the morgue to pick up some information on their
most recent case.  As Nick and Natalie stood talking, Tracy stood back,
absently rubbing at her neck.  She had worn a turtleneck because Vachon
hadn't licked the wound in time for it to heal fully, so although the bite
had healed, she had been left with a large dark hickey.  But that wasn't
why she was rubbing her neck... She was trying to make sense of an image
she was recalling from Vachon...  Nick nodding and pretending to be
hypnotized by Vachon after seeing the Inka fly away with the bomb...  But
the only reason Nick would be pretending would be if...

She didn't have a chance to finish that though before Natalie walked over
to her and pulled her hand away from her neck.  "Looks like you're hiding
something, Trace.  Let's see what it is..."

Tracy was too surprised to react in time to stop her.  Instead, Natalie
rolled down the collar of Tracy's high necked sweater, exposing the large
bruise on the blonde's neck.  "Natalie!"

Nick and Natalie exchanged glances, before Natalie started to tease her.
"Hey, Trace... If you look this rough, how bad does he look?  And who's
the lucky guy?  I didn't think you had a boyfriend."

Tracy blushed deeply.  "I don't...  didn't...  Well, I do now, but you
wouldn't know him, though.  His name, not that it's anybody's business, is
Javier."  Tracy was a little puzzled at the look that exchanged between
Nick and Natalie.  Of course, that would only last until she went back to
think about her thoughts of just a few minutes before.  Then there would
be hell to pay.

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Well, that's it.  Hope you enjoyed it & thanks for reading.