Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Politics Are Not Your Friend ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: EmruasCat 
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or worlds of BTVS/ATS and Anita Blake. The creators of these worlds have far more talent and money than I do.
Warnings: SLASH. Also known as GUY-ON-GUY sex and WOMAN-ON-WOMAN sex. I don’t know how much plainer I can make it, and this warning will remain for the entire story, just to be safe. Eh, mentions of past abuse and general foul language. The warnings will change for each chapter – it depends on who I’m writing about. After all *authoress pauses to smirk and lick her lips* does anyone think sex with Asher would be very vanilla? Spoilers for “Blood Noir” throughout the rest of the story, so if you haven’t read that yet, you may want to before proceeding – otherwise, A LOT of the men’s interactions with Jean Claude aren’t going to make sense.
Oh, and slash sex in this chapter.
Chapter 6: Interlude
After Willow and her friends had agreed to dinner with the St. Louis natives, Jean Claude and Asher had wandered over to another part of the store, which contained luxurious couches and armchairs. Asher found the most comfortable armchair and curled into it, watching as Jean Claude ordered workers from the store about. At one point, Jean Claude looked at his second, and heat flared dark in his eyes – heat that had nothing to do with the ardeur. Asher smiled, a tiny, barely-there smile, but it was a real smile
Anita and Micah walked over to the two vampires, having chosen their own items and arranged to have them delivered. Anita caught the glance that passed between Asher and Jean Claude, and blinked as something pooled low in her belly in response to the heat in Jean Claude’s eyes – and he wasn’t looking at her.
Anita shifted uncomfortably. Beside her, Micah’s keen eyes made their own notes, and the Nimir Raj smiled faintly.
*Ma petite, will you be joining Asher and myself at the Circus tonight?* Jean Claude’s mindvoice asked gently.
Anita swallowed as she felt the undertones in Jean Claude’s voice. She had agreed, but now that Jean Claude was intent on doing something about it…she was exhausted. Damn it.
Jean Claude felt her regret and nervousness and worry. *Ma petite, do not fret. Nothing will happen without your express leave.*
*I’m not fretting.* Anita answered silently. *I’m just…thinking about being a chicken.*
*Ma petite?*
*I’m exhausted, Jean Claude.* Anita was telling the truth, Jean Claude could feel the need for sleep beating at his necromancer. *I…I gave you permission. You already have my leave.*
Jean Claude understood then. *You would have us do this alone the first time.*
Anita had done a lot of hard thinking on the plane ride back from Jason’s parents’ home. It had kept her mind off of Marmee Noir and the fact that she was thirty thousand feet in the air. *I think Asher needs this first time to be just with you.* she said so softly it was barely a brush in Jean Claude’s mind. Jason had brought it up – all of the men in her life had needs, some that she wasn’t always capable of filling. And if there was one thing Anita wanted for ALL of her lovers, it was the chance to have those needs filled.
Jean Claude was silent for a long moment, then his love flooded her mind with such force that she literally locked her knees to keep from swaying over it. *Ma petite, I do not know what god or goddess I pleased in order to have found you, but every night I thank whatever higher powers there are that you exist, and choose to stand next to me.*
Asher had watched all of them from the curtain of his spun-gold hair, and now he spoke. “Have you and our love come to a decision, Jean Claude?”
Anita flushed a little. She hadn’t meant to leave Asher out. Hesitantly, she said, “I’m going home to get at least eight hours sleep – I have to be at a crime-scene tomorrow and can’t afford to be asleep on my feet. I suppose you want me at the Circus tomorrow when you have dinner with that witch and her friends?”
“Your presence would be a boon to me,” Jean Claude said smoothly.
“I’m sure,” Anita said dryly. She glanced around, and discovered that Jason and Nathaniel had silently come up behind her during the mental conversation she’d been having with Jean Claude. “Are you coming home with us?” she asked the werewolf.
Jason glanced at the vampires, then asked, “Do you need me?”
Anita blinked, then shook her head. “I won’t need to feed the ardeur for a little while longer.”
Jason grinned a bit wickedly. “I better go back to the Circus, then. Jean Claude and Asher will need to feed.”
Anita rolled her eyes; she should have known the perceptive werewolf would realize what was about to happen. “Micah, Nathaniel, let’s go.” To the vampires, she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Both vampires bowed to her in farewell, and Anita strode away, the wereleopards quickly following her.
Asher watched her go, commenting quietly, “She is running.”
“Oui,” Jean Claude agreed. “We must let her choose her own pace.”
Asher fixed both eyes on Jean Claude’s face, for once not hiding his scars behind the curtain of fantastically beautiful hair. “And what of your pace, Jean Claude? Will you once more bid me a good evening?”
Jean Claude’s eyes burned sapphire. “Oh, I think it will be a good evening, indeed, mon Asher.”
Asher’s eyes widened in surprise. Jean Claude had not used the possessive with Asher’s name in more than a century – but the shock of arousal still burned through the scarred vampire as though the pain and parting that had occurred between them had never happened.
Jean Claude saw the effect his words had on Asher, and a smile curved his lips, a smile that spoke of sins and darkness and pleasure…
“Man, this is better than soap opera,” an admiring voice broke into the vampires’ intense contemplation of one another, and both slowly turned to look at Jason. The werewolf grinned outright at the cross looks on both vampires’ faces. “We’re still in the furniture store,” he reminded them. “Perhaps I should drive you two home and let you feed – and then I’ll make myself scarce, if you really want me to.”
Jean Claude shook his head slowly at the werewolf, amusement causing a fuller smile to show. He regarded the cocky werewolf for a long moment. Anita had told him about some of the conversations she’d had with Jason. Not all of them, he knew, but enough that the vampire was aware that his sudden good fortune in having his freedom with Asher was due to Jason’s influence. Paying for the werewolf’s new furniture was the least of the ways in which Jean Claude planned to repay Jason. “Home, then,” he murmured. “I will feed on the way. I do not need much, as I fed before we came to ma petite’s house.”
Jason cocked his head, curious, but didn’t question who Jean Claude had fed on instead of the werewolf – though he would have been within his rights to ask as Jean Claude’s pomme de sang, the vampire mused. “If you feed on me, I won’t be able to drive,” the werewolf said instead.
Jean Claude nodded. “Very well. You will drive us home, then I will feed.”
***
Jean Claude and Asher left a dazed and sated Jason lying in his new bedroom on his brand-new bed, which had been speed-delivered courtesy of Jean Claude’s cash. Asher followed Jean Claude to his private rooms.
Jean Claude paused to speak to the wererat bodyguard standing outside his bedroom door. “Do not enter my room tonight unless I call you by name. Am I understood?”
The were glanced between the two vampires, and his expression remained carefully schooled in neutrality. “Yes, sir.”
“Bien. Come,” Jean Claude said to Asher, and motioned for Asher to preceed him through doorway. The elegant blond arched an eyebrow, but walked into the starkly white, black, and red chamber without a word. Jean Claude stepped into the room, then shut the door and locked it.
Asher stood by the bed, waiting silently. Jean Claude had resisted any attempts Asher had made to join him in bed without Anita; it was Jean Claude who would have to lead now, for it was the Master of the City that knew exactly where the woman they both loved stood.
Jean Claude calmly disrobed, his body gleaming in the light of the lamps. After removing his own boots, Asher stood silently, with the utter stillness that only the older vampires gained, as his soon-to-be lover bared his body. There was no expression on Asher’s face, but heat burned in eyes that were dark with the scarred vampire’s reigned-in needs. As Jean Claude watched Asher, he realized that those needs had run deeper than he thought, even with the two of them sharing Anita, which had allowed them some form of peace that neither could have obtained on their own.
Jean Claude stepped forward, and calmly began unbuttoning Asher’s shirt, leaving it tucked into his form-fitting pants for the moment. He pushed the shirt completely off of Asher’s shoulders, leaving the cuffs of the sleeves fastened so that the sleeves themselves caught on Asher’s wrists.
Jean Claude leaned forward, and murmured into Asher’s ear, “Have a care not to rip this shirt, I’m rather fond of it.” Then he kissed Asher, a deep, demanding kiss that left the scarred vampire in little doubt as to who would be bedding whom this night.
Asher broke the kiss by stepping back a little. He held Jean Claude’s eyes with his own as, with a rippling movement of his body that no human could have achieved, he both pulled the shirt out of his pants and pulled said pants down his legs, leaving them pooled around his ankles. He stepped forward again, out of the pants, and silently twisted his arms around so that the shirt, which still hung from his wrists, was brought from behind him to be in front of him. He equally silently held said wrists out.
Jean Claude reached for the right wrist and carefully unfastened the cuffs, which were held together with real diamond cufflinks. He pressed a tender kiss to the pulse point, a brush of lips and nothing more. He turned his attention to the other wrist, and repeated his actions.
Asher curled his hands around Jean Claude’s neck and drew the Master in to another kiss. This time the scarred vampire dominated, and Jean Claude allowed it…as he backed said scarred vampire into and onto the bed.
Jean Claude could feel Asher’s power rolling over his skin, could feel the ardeur rippling in response. Dimly, as Asher drew him into another drugging kiss, Jean Claude thought that the spillover from this session would make both his petite’s and Richard’s experiences this night most interesting. Then Asher dragged his nails down Jean Claude’s chest, leaving deep scratches, and Jean Claude stopped thinking about the others at all.
Jean Claude trailed down Asher’s own chest with nails and teeth in response to Asher’s action, marking the vampire wherever he felt the urge, regardless of scars. When he lingered on Asher’s nipples, the other vampire growled deep and low. Jean Claude laughed in response, the vibrations from the laughter causing interesting sensations on Asher’s nipples. The scarred vampire groaned aloud.
Jean Claude could feel Asher’s hands threading through his hair, knew that by the time morning came his hair would be less than perfect, closer to the soft foam he had seen his petite’s hair turn into when wet. But Asher touching Jean Claude’s hair had always been a turn-on for the vampire Master, and Jean Claude could not bring himself to care about appearances for the next day when he had such a sight in bed before him now.
Asher’s grip on Jean Claude’s hair tightened as the Master vampire drew closer to Asher’s cock. Jean Claude looked up into burning eyes, and deliberately smiled before closing his lips over the head of Asher’s rod.
For Asher, that smile was as much of a turn-on as he knew his grip on Jean Claude’s hair was for the other vampire. It told Asher that not only was Jean Claude doing this for Asher, he was doing this because he WANTED it, because he lusted after Asher as he did of old. Jean Claude had ever been more fond of women than men; he had only ever directed that smile at Asher when it came to Jean Claude’s few male lovers.
Jean Claude licked and sucked and delicately scraped with teeth, but not enough to make Asher come, making the scarred vampire growl more deeply with need and demand. Jean Claude lifted his mouth away from Asher’s cock, and slowly slithered back up Asher’s body, and continuous drag of skin on skin fanning the flames of both vampires’ needs that much higher. Asher could feel Jean Claude’s erection against his own, could feel the irrefutable proof that Jean Claude wanted this as much as he did.
Jean Claude did not kiss Asher, but held his eyes with his own as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small tube of lubrication. Not once did he break gazes with his second as he wet his fingers and moved them without further ceremony to Asher’s backside.
When those fingertips first brushed Asher’s opening, the scarred vampire shuddered, and his eyes moved to Jean Claude’s neck.
The vampire Master smiled as he sank the first of three fingers into Asher’s hole and the scarred vampire shuddered again more strongly. He leaned down, and whispered in Asher’s ear, “When I am inside you, mon Asher, it shall be such bliss.”
“Jean Claude…”
“Mmmm?” the vampire Master hummed in inquiry, smiling more widely as Asher shuddered again.
The scarred vampire tightened his grip in Jean Claude’s hair to the point that the line between pleasure and pain became much thinner. Jean Claude’s gaze focused more intently on Asher.
“In me. Now,” Asher managed to get out, the heat and need and his own power threatening to spill over hampering his speech.
“I will not hurt you, mon Asher,” Jean Claude murmured, adding a third finger.
Asher’s eyes went solid burning blue as his power flared out and both vampires groaned in response. “In me, now!” The words were a snarled demand now, and Asher writhed beneath Jean Claude, lifting his hips to seek more than Jean Claude’s fingers.
Jean Claude growled deep, and pulled his fingers out, causing another snarl from Asher. “Mine,” he got out, before the pleasure shooting through him from Asher’s own power broke his control and he thrust deep into the scarred vampire’s body.
“Yours! At last, at last, yours!” Asher cried out, then sank his fangs into Jean Claude’s neck.
Jean Claude literally howled with pleasure as Asher’s bite poured more of the scarred vampire’s power into him, and began thrusting hard without the gentle build up as he had first planned. Asher howled against his throat, his fangs still buried in Jean Claude’s neck.
Jean Claude reached between them and gripped Asher’s cock hard. Asher howled again, and Jean Claude increased the force of his thrusts even more. It was over for both of them all too soon.
As they lay panting on Jean Claude’s bed, the Master vampire couldn’t help but notice the joyous and altogether hungry smile that curved Asher’s lips. “Mon Asher?” he murmured.
“Yours, oh yes, but now I have some control over my power, now that it has sated itself.” Asher’s smile turned into a positively wicked grin, and he rolled on top of Jean Claude. “We have all night, MON Jean Claude, and that was far too fast for your glorious reputation. You must prove yourself better, my lover.”
Jean Claude laughed darkly, and rolled them so that he was once more on top. “As you say, mon Asher, we have all night.”
Warnings: SLASH. Also known as GUY-ON-GUY sex and WOMAN-ON-WOMAN sex. I don’t know how much plainer I can make it, and this warning will remain for the entire story, just to be safe. Eh, mentions of past abuse and general foul language. The warnings will change for each chapter – it depends on who I’m writing about. After all *authoress pauses to smirk and lick her lips* does anyone think sex with Asher would be very vanilla? Spoilers for “Blood Noir” throughout the rest of the story, so if you haven’t read that yet, you may want to before proceeding – otherwise, A LOT of the men’s interactions with Jean Claude aren’t going to make sense.
Oh, and slash sex in this chapter.
Chapter 6: Interlude
After Willow and her friends had agreed to dinner with the St. Louis natives, Jean Claude and Asher had wandered over to another part of the store, which contained luxurious couches and armchairs. Asher found the most comfortable armchair and curled into it, watching as Jean Claude ordered workers from the store about. At one point, Jean Claude looked at his second, and heat flared dark in his eyes – heat that had nothing to do with the ardeur. Asher smiled, a tiny, barely-there smile, but it was a real smile
Anita and Micah walked over to the two vampires, having chosen their own items and arranged to have them delivered. Anita caught the glance that passed between Asher and Jean Claude, and blinked as something pooled low in her belly in response to the heat in Jean Claude’s eyes – and he wasn’t looking at her.
Anita shifted uncomfortably. Beside her, Micah’s keen eyes made their own notes, and the Nimir Raj smiled faintly.
*Ma petite, will you be joining Asher and myself at the Circus tonight?* Jean Claude’s mindvoice asked gently.
Anita swallowed as she felt the undertones in Jean Claude’s voice. She had agreed, but now that Jean Claude was intent on doing something about it…she was exhausted. Damn it.
Jean Claude felt her regret and nervousness and worry. *Ma petite, do not fret. Nothing will happen without your express leave.*
*I’m not fretting.* Anita answered silently. *I’m just…thinking about being a chicken.*
*Ma petite?*
*I’m exhausted, Jean Claude.* Anita was telling the truth, Jean Claude could feel the need for sleep beating at his necromancer. *I…I gave you permission. You already have my leave.*
Jean Claude understood then. *You would have us do this alone the first time.*
Anita had done a lot of hard thinking on the plane ride back from Jason’s parents’ home. It had kept her mind off of Marmee Noir and the fact that she was thirty thousand feet in the air. *I think Asher needs this first time to be just with you.* she said so softly it was barely a brush in Jean Claude’s mind. Jason had brought it up – all of the men in her life had needs, some that she wasn’t always capable of filling. And if there was one thing Anita wanted for ALL of her lovers, it was the chance to have those needs filled.
Jean Claude was silent for a long moment, then his love flooded her mind with such force that she literally locked her knees to keep from swaying over it. *Ma petite, I do not know what god or goddess I pleased in order to have found you, but every night I thank whatever higher powers there are that you exist, and choose to stand next to me.*
Asher had watched all of them from the curtain of his spun-gold hair, and now he spoke. “Have you and our love come to a decision, Jean Claude?”
Anita flushed a little. She hadn’t meant to leave Asher out. Hesitantly, she said, “I’m going home to get at least eight hours sleep – I have to be at a crime-scene tomorrow and can’t afford to be asleep on my feet. I suppose you want me at the Circus tomorrow when you have dinner with that witch and her friends?”
“Your presence would be a boon to me,” Jean Claude said smoothly.
“I’m sure,” Anita said dryly. She glanced around, and discovered that Jason and Nathaniel had silently come up behind her during the mental conversation she’d been having with Jean Claude. “Are you coming home with us?” she asked the werewolf.
Jason glanced at the vampires, then asked, “Do you need me?”
Anita blinked, then shook her head. “I won’t need to feed the ardeur for a little while longer.”
Jason grinned a bit wickedly. “I better go back to the Circus, then. Jean Claude and Asher will need to feed.”
Anita rolled her eyes; she should have known the perceptive werewolf would realize what was about to happen. “Micah, Nathaniel, let’s go.” To the vampires, she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Both vampires bowed to her in farewell, and Anita strode away, the wereleopards quickly following her.
Asher watched her go, commenting quietly, “She is running.”
“Oui,” Jean Claude agreed. “We must let her choose her own pace.”
Asher fixed both eyes on Jean Claude’s face, for once not hiding his scars behind the curtain of fantastically beautiful hair. “And what of your pace, Jean Claude? Will you once more bid me a good evening?”
Jean Claude’s eyes burned sapphire. “Oh, I think it will be a good evening, indeed, mon Asher.”
Asher’s eyes widened in surprise. Jean Claude had not used the possessive with Asher’s name in more than a century – but the shock of arousal still burned through the scarred vampire as though the pain and parting that had occurred between them had never happened.
Jean Claude saw the effect his words had on Asher, and a smile curved his lips, a smile that spoke of sins and darkness and pleasure…
“Man, this is better than soap opera,” an admiring voice broke into the vampires’ intense contemplation of one another, and both slowly turned to look at Jason. The werewolf grinned outright at the cross looks on both vampires’ faces. “We’re still in the furniture store,” he reminded them. “Perhaps I should drive you two home and let you feed – and then I’ll make myself scarce, if you really want me to.”
Jean Claude shook his head slowly at the werewolf, amusement causing a fuller smile to show. He regarded the cocky werewolf for a long moment. Anita had told him about some of the conversations she’d had with Jason. Not all of them, he knew, but enough that the vampire was aware that his sudden good fortune in having his freedom with Asher was due to Jason’s influence. Paying for the werewolf’s new furniture was the least of the ways in which Jean Claude planned to repay Jason. “Home, then,” he murmured. “I will feed on the way. I do not need much, as I fed before we came to ma petite’s house.”
Jason cocked his head, curious, but didn’t question who Jean Claude had fed on instead of the werewolf – though he would have been within his rights to ask as Jean Claude’s pomme de sang, the vampire mused. “If you feed on me, I won’t be able to drive,” the werewolf said instead.
Jean Claude nodded. “Very well. You will drive us home, then I will feed.”
***
Jean Claude and Asher left a dazed and sated Jason lying in his new bedroom on his brand-new bed, which had been speed-delivered courtesy of Jean Claude’s cash. Asher followed Jean Claude to his private rooms.
Jean Claude paused to speak to the wererat bodyguard standing outside his bedroom door. “Do not enter my room tonight unless I call you by name. Am I understood?”
The were glanced between the two vampires, and his expression remained carefully schooled in neutrality. “Yes, sir.”
“Bien. Come,” Jean Claude said to Asher, and motioned for Asher to preceed him through doorway. The elegant blond arched an eyebrow, but walked into the starkly white, black, and red chamber without a word. Jean Claude stepped into the room, then shut the door and locked it.
Asher stood by the bed, waiting silently. Jean Claude had resisted any attempts Asher had made to join him in bed without Anita; it was Jean Claude who would have to lead now, for it was the Master of the City that knew exactly where the woman they both loved stood.
Jean Claude calmly disrobed, his body gleaming in the light of the lamps. After removing his own boots, Asher stood silently, with the utter stillness that only the older vampires gained, as his soon-to-be lover bared his body. There was no expression on Asher’s face, but heat burned in eyes that were dark with the scarred vampire’s reigned-in needs. As Jean Claude watched Asher, he realized that those needs had run deeper than he thought, even with the two of them sharing Anita, which had allowed them some form of peace that neither could have obtained on their own.
Jean Claude stepped forward, and calmly began unbuttoning Asher’s shirt, leaving it tucked into his form-fitting pants for the moment. He pushed the shirt completely off of Asher’s shoulders, leaving the cuffs of the sleeves fastened so that the sleeves themselves caught on Asher’s wrists.
Jean Claude leaned forward, and murmured into Asher’s ear, “Have a care not to rip this shirt, I’m rather fond of it.” Then he kissed Asher, a deep, demanding kiss that left the scarred vampire in little doubt as to who would be bedding whom this night.
Asher broke the kiss by stepping back a little. He held Jean Claude’s eyes with his own as, with a rippling movement of his body that no human could have achieved, he both pulled the shirt out of his pants and pulled said pants down his legs, leaving them pooled around his ankles. He stepped forward again, out of the pants, and silently twisted his arms around so that the shirt, which still hung from his wrists, was brought from behind him to be in front of him. He equally silently held said wrists out.
Jean Claude reached for the right wrist and carefully unfastened the cuffs, which were held together with real diamond cufflinks. He pressed a tender kiss to the pulse point, a brush of lips and nothing more. He turned his attention to the other wrist, and repeated his actions.
Asher curled his hands around Jean Claude’s neck and drew the Master in to another kiss. This time the scarred vampire dominated, and Jean Claude allowed it…as he backed said scarred vampire into and onto the bed.
Jean Claude could feel Asher’s power rolling over his skin, could feel the ardeur rippling in response. Dimly, as Asher drew him into another drugging kiss, Jean Claude thought that the spillover from this session would make both his petite’s and Richard’s experiences this night most interesting. Then Asher dragged his nails down Jean Claude’s chest, leaving deep scratches, and Jean Claude stopped thinking about the others at all.
Jean Claude trailed down Asher’s own chest with nails and teeth in response to Asher’s action, marking the vampire wherever he felt the urge, regardless of scars. When he lingered on Asher’s nipples, the other vampire growled deep and low. Jean Claude laughed in response, the vibrations from the laughter causing interesting sensations on Asher’s nipples. The scarred vampire groaned aloud.
Jean Claude could feel Asher’s hands threading through his hair, knew that by the time morning came his hair would be less than perfect, closer to the soft foam he had seen his petite’s hair turn into when wet. But Asher touching Jean Claude’s hair had always been a turn-on for the vampire Master, and Jean Claude could not bring himself to care about appearances for the next day when he had such a sight in bed before him now.
Asher’s grip on Jean Claude’s hair tightened as the Master vampire drew closer to Asher’s cock. Jean Claude looked up into burning eyes, and deliberately smiled before closing his lips over the head of Asher’s rod.
For Asher, that smile was as much of a turn-on as he knew his grip on Jean Claude’s hair was for the other vampire. It told Asher that not only was Jean Claude doing this for Asher, he was doing this because he WANTED it, because he lusted after Asher as he did of old. Jean Claude had ever been more fond of women than men; he had only ever directed that smile at Asher when it came to Jean Claude’s few male lovers.
Jean Claude licked and sucked and delicately scraped with teeth, but not enough to make Asher come, making the scarred vampire growl more deeply with need and demand. Jean Claude lifted his mouth away from Asher’s cock, and slowly slithered back up Asher’s body, and continuous drag of skin on skin fanning the flames of both vampires’ needs that much higher. Asher could feel Jean Claude’s erection against his own, could feel the irrefutable proof that Jean Claude wanted this as much as he did.
Jean Claude did not kiss Asher, but held his eyes with his own as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small tube of lubrication. Not once did he break gazes with his second as he wet his fingers and moved them without further ceremony to Asher’s backside.
When those fingertips first brushed Asher’s opening, the scarred vampire shuddered, and his eyes moved to Jean Claude’s neck.
The vampire Master smiled as he sank the first of three fingers into Asher’s hole and the scarred vampire shuddered again more strongly. He leaned down, and whispered in Asher’s ear, “When I am inside you, mon Asher, it shall be such bliss.”
“Jean Claude…”
“Mmmm?” the vampire Master hummed in inquiry, smiling more widely as Asher shuddered again.
The scarred vampire tightened his grip in Jean Claude’s hair to the point that the line between pleasure and pain became much thinner. Jean Claude’s gaze focused more intently on Asher.
“In me. Now,” Asher managed to get out, the heat and need and his own power threatening to spill over hampering his speech.
“I will not hurt you, mon Asher,” Jean Claude murmured, adding a third finger.
Asher’s eyes went solid burning blue as his power flared out and both vampires groaned in response. “In me, now!” The words were a snarled demand now, and Asher writhed beneath Jean Claude, lifting his hips to seek more than Jean Claude’s fingers.
Jean Claude growled deep, and pulled his fingers out, causing another snarl from Asher. “Mine,” he got out, before the pleasure shooting through him from Asher’s own power broke his control and he thrust deep into the scarred vampire’s body.
“Yours! At last, at last, yours!” Asher cried out, then sank his fangs into Jean Claude’s neck.
Jean Claude literally howled with pleasure as Asher’s bite poured more of the scarred vampire’s power into him, and began thrusting hard without the gentle build up as he had first planned. Asher howled against his throat, his fangs still buried in Jean Claude’s neck.
Jean Claude reached between them and gripped Asher’s cock hard. Asher howled again, and Jean Claude increased the force of his thrusts even more. It was over for both of them all too soon.
As they lay panting on Jean Claude’s bed, the Master vampire couldn’t help but notice the joyous and altogether hungry smile that curved Asher’s lips. “Mon Asher?” he murmured.
“Yours, oh yes, but now I have some control over my power, now that it has sated itself.” Asher’s smile turned into a positively wicked grin, and he rolled on top of Jean Claude. “We have all night, MON Jean Claude, and that was far too fast for your glorious reputation. You must prove yourself better, my lover.”
Jean Claude laughed darkly, and rolled them so that he was once more on top. “As you say, mon Asher, we have all night.”