Jean-Claude's Dream

(Lisa gets her kiss)
Richard stood in the doorway, his copper and gold hair falling over his face like a wicked angel. He was in red satin shorts, but his upper body was nude. A think trickle of blood ran down the side of Richard's throat to stain his breast. Who had fed on him? What vampire had fed upon the Ulfric?

Rising from his couch, Jean-Claude approached Richard and dipped his forefinger and thumb in the blood and tasted it. Meeting those chocolate brown eyes with his own deep blue ones, he asked, "Richard, who did this to you?"

"Asher," Richard answered drowsily like a man who had just had some very good sex. If Asher had fed on the Ulfric then the sex had been very good.

Surprised by this revelation, Jean-Claude asked,"You let Asher feed on you?"

"I was in Jason's bed, and he came to me," Richard explained, something very dark and passionate burning in his eyes. With his shields in place, Richard was keeping Jean-Claude out of his thoughts.

"Did he.....rape you?" Jean-Claude asked breathlessly, half in fear, half in the realization that Asher had had what he wanted. Not the rape; he did not want to rape the Ulfric, but he wanted that magnificent body pierced by him.

Richard gave him a dark smile. "It was not rape," he said with a very low soft growl.

Jean-Claude trembled and did not understand it. "What do you want of me, Richard?"

"I've decided to stop fighting," he whispered and moved closer. He was taller than Jean-Claude and slowly circled him, brushing the vampire's body with his own.

"Richard, this is not like you," Jean-Claude answered just as softly and shut his eyes. Richard's heat was burning him. God how he loved it! All that power and heat! Richard suddenly had him pressed against the wall, body to body, groin to groin.

"You have wanted me from the first day Marcus gave me to you," Richard growled softly, his dark eyes boring into Jean-Claude's pale ones. "Don't you still want me?"

"I would be lying if I said I didn't," Jean-Claude murmured hesitantly. He could smell Richard's aftershave, spicy and rich on his hot skin. He wanted to press his mouth against that hot skin and sink his teeth into it. "But you have already fed Asher. I do not think you could spare anymore blood."

Richard smiled and Jean-Claude's heart would have leaped if it could have. "There's other ways to feed," the werewolf whispered, his lips close to Jean-Claude's. The MotC caught his breath just before Richard kissed him.

Jean-Claude surrendered to his desire now and wrapped his arms around Richard's neck. The werewolf's tongue was in his mouth, but Richard did not know how to negotiate the fangs. A knick of sharp tooth and blood flowed. Jean-Claude's ardeur flared and threatened to overwhelm both of them. Richard fell to the floor bringing Jean-Claude down on top of him. The ardeur rose over both of them, threatening to drown Richard in his own fire and blood. Jean-Claude willingly fed on all that hot power, and he felt some remorse that while Richard would be easy to strip, he was too clothed to enjoy the magnificent body writhing at his touch.

Once the ardeur was sated, Jean-Claude force himself to his hands and knees. Richard just laid there, ravaged beauty. Why was this suddenly familar to him? OH NO! He was dreaming again! NO!

The urgent ring of the phone awakened him, and he knew who was on the other end. Raising his head from the desk, wiping his face, he lifted the phone from the craddle and asked, "Yes?"

The voice on the other end, an edge of anger bristling through the words, said, "Jean-Claude, I am in a cave right now with Louie and Ronnie."

"Your cellphone is very powerful," Jean-Claude said and winced. Dumb.

"They thought I was having a seizure."

"I am sorry about that. I do not know what is happening to me. I have never napped, and it has been centuries since I have dreamed."

"We need to talk about this."

"Oui, that is true," Jean-Claude apologized.

"The last time I was in the middle of a pack meeting." Richard's voice started to rise. "Now I am in a cave. If you do it while I am in school, I will not only be fired but arrested for sexual misconduct!"

"I am sorry, mon loup."

"Meeting, Jean-Claude. When I get back!"

"Oui. I will be here."