Feminine Woes

Jean-Claude gasped as once again the breath of life was forced into his lungs, pain burning him for a few seconds as he adjusted to this before taking in his surroundings. Death... he was still with him. Sitting up slowly, he cursed softly. His shirt had ridden up far more than was decent!

Edward slept on, not knowing Jean-Claude was awake.

Dieu... biting his lip, he reached over to tug it down.

Edward rolled over so Jean-Claude's hand was now on his breast.

His eyes widened. Merde! If Death woke now he'd be in rather large trouble. His eyes darkened though, at the soft warmness and to hardening of his nipple. Death could kill him, oui... but... Slowly, he let his thumb circle the turgid peak.

Edward shivered in his sleep. He wasn't cold, but he was certainly other things...

Teasing the small peak, Jean-Claude licked his lips, thinking about sucking on it, tasting him.

Edwards lips parted in a soft moan.

Merde. Lust and the need to feed rose in him, and he pulled back.

Edward shifted his hips provocatively in his sleep. He normally wasn't such a deep sleeper, but he'd been running low on fumes and the curse had been a big shock. He'd finally crashed.

Licking his lips, Jean-Claude leaned down slowly, gently brushing them over Edward's.

Edward returned the kiss, still mostly asleep, his mind still sending out a signal to sleep, to rest.

The vampire moaned softly at the taste of Death, his hand slipping back up his chest.

Edward's nipples tightened as warmth began to spread between his legs.

Pushing his shirt up, Jean-Claude began to suckle his nipple.

Edward smiled a bit. He loved waking up to a lover, especially one who woke him up like this. Maybe he'd get lucky and bet a blow job. But something was wrong. His boxers didn't feel tight like they should be since he was this turned on. It was then remembered. He let out a girlish shriek as he pushed Jean-Claude off of him. He was out of bed in a hot second. "You...you pervert." He shouted at the vampire.

The vampire sat there, watching him. Merde...

"Say something, Jean-Claude. Like maybe why I woke up to find you...molesting me!"

"Why?" He bit off. "You wish to know why? Perhaps, Edward, you are blind to the beauty of the female sex, but I am not! When you bare yourself before a man, do not expect him to simply ignore the offered bounty!"

"I was sleeping, not offering myself up to you!" He shouted back suddenly feeling like crying. Female emotions sucked the rigid cock of Satan.

Jean-Claude sighed, rubbing his temple. "Je suis desole." He smirked slightly. "Would it make you feel better if I bought you dinner?"

Edward crossed his arms in front of him, still feeling slightly turned on by what had happened. "Fine." He said, "But stay away from me."

The vampire stretched, his silk robe falling from his shoulders, and he allowed it to slip off as he heard Jason enter the outer rooms of his suite. Looking at Edward, he swore, and grabbed the assassin. "Jason." He murmured, kissing him deeply.

Edward froze as Jean-Claude kissed him. He heard Jason enter the room, but he didn't care. He was kissing another man. First he molested him, and now this. Edward tried to pull back a bit as Jean-Claude slid his tongue into his mouth.

Growling at Edward's refusal to co-operate, he pulled him closer, slipping a hand down to cup his bottom (surprisingly soft) and hold him to him.

Edward pretended he was some place else. Some place where he wasn't kissing Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude pulled up the legs on Edward's shorts, slipping his fingers to tease the soft skin of Edward's feminine upper thighs.

Jason stood there watching them for a second. "Hey, Jean-Claude. I'm here to feed you."

Edward managed to get away from the vampire and retreat to the bathroom.

The vampire sighed, looking at the wolf. "Oui, Jason, you are."

"Something wrong?" Jason asked sitting on the bed.

"She is simply... resisting my charms, non?" Jean-Claude mentally rolled his eyes. Dieu- but he wanted to ride the assassin... and kill him!

Jason snorted. "If you could get Anita I don't think blonde will be any trouble at all."

"Ah... But Anita was really a whore. After all, you, Mon Pomme, had her too."

"Are you implying that I would sleep with just anyone?" Jason pretended to be offended.

"If they held still long enough... oui." Jean-Claude smirked, walking towards the wolf. "And you know it!"

Jason laughed. "Hey, I take what I can get," He said as Jean-Claude sat beside him to feed.

"Mm... as do I, Mon Loup." Jean-Claude smiled at his beautiful friend... then sunk his fangs into the wolf's neck.

Jason moaned softly as Jean-Claude fed from him.

Edward stepped away from the door, shaking. He needed a shower, but the damn vampire didn't have one. Edward frowned as he began to run a bath. He stripped his clothes off and sank into the warm water.

Bidding his wolf adieu, Jean-Claude entered the bathroom, preparing to get himself ready for the day.

Edward sank deeper into the tub as Jean-Claude entered. He'd seen what he'd done when Edward still had clothes on. He certainly didn't want to find out how far the vampire would go with him naked.

Licking his lips, Jean-Claude stripped and made to get into the tub

"Hey, I'm still in here." Edward said. "And I am not bathing with you after that little stunt!"

"This is my bath, Edward, not yours. Do not abuse my hospitality so, or you may find yourself alone in the world of femmes." Jean-Claude sneered as he sank into the water.

Edward stuck close to the other side of the bath. He was torn between staying in with Jean-Claude and getting out and baring himself to the vampire."

"We shall have to call the mayor- I can call in a favor and request a listing of registered magic users, non? Then perhaps we will be able to find one to help us." Jean-Claude sighed.

"Thank you." Edward said leaning back against the side of the tub and closing his eyes.

"Indeed." The vampire paused, sniffing the air. "Did you cut yourself, Edward?"

"No, why?" He asked opening his eyes and looking at Jean-Claude. "Though I haven't been feeling very well."

Jean-Claude stood, climbing out of the tub. "Mon Morte... I do believe you are having your first... monthly."

Edward stared at him. "Shit." He rubbed his hand over his face and pulled the plug on the tub. "Please...just go into the other room. This is bad enough without you being in the room."

"I believe Anita left some... necessities under the sink." Jean-Claude left the room, grabbing a towel. Poor Death...

Edward curled up a bit. He felt sick to his stomach and felt the onset of cramps. He got of the tub and managed to make it over to the sink. He grabbed a box of tampons and sat on the toilet. He dug out the instructions and tried to figure out how to use the damn things.

Jean-Claude dressed and waited in the living room, hearing swearing from the assassin in at least six different languages. Hm...

After Edward had figured out the tampons, which he now referred to as 'Hell's Bloody Sticks', he headed out to the room. He crawled back under the covers of the bed, naked.

"Edward... is there anything I can get you? Tea, perhaps?" Jean-Claude asked softly from the doorway.

Edward pulled the blanket around him. He felt like shit now. He moaned softly into Jean-Claude's pillows.

The vampire sat on the bed next to him, unable to stop himself from rubbing Edward's back. He was so fragile looking... "Shall I call a doctor?"

"I will be ok. Women deal with this for years. I can do this." He said. Jean-Claude's hand on his back was soothing,

"Shall I leave you? Get you... what is it women use? A heating pad? Or pain medicine?" Jean-Claude's tone was normal, though slightly worried. It was devoid of seduction... or at least implied.

"Just stay. I'll be ok." He curled up a bit. "I'll just go to sleep." He told the vampire.

"Alright..." This was evil. Poor Death... no one should have to suffer as this... no wonder women were so... so... as they were during their flow!

Edward finally managed to go to sleep. He didn't even yell at Jean-Claude for rubbing his back.

Jean-Claude made his way to his office, quickly calling the mayor... and threatened to blackmail him if he did not send over the list in the next hour. No longer was he making Edward suffer.

Edward slept for hours. He sat up and stretched. He felt better after his nap. The blanket had fallen away as he stretched. He realized Jean-Claude was staring at him.

The vampire forced himself to look away. "In about one hour, three witches will be here. Each of them said they would be interested in trying to help you."

"You've been busy while I was asleep." He grabbed Jean-Claude's robe from where it had fallen hours before and quickly put it on. He grabbed some of his own clothes out of his bag and changed in the bathroom.

Moving into the next room, Jean-Claude began making more phone calls.

Edward followed him, barefooted. He sat down and waited for the witches to arrive.

About half an hour later, a woman was coaxed into the room by Asher, who Jean-Claude knew was currently in lust with his pomme. If only the fool would make a move...

"Hi. I'm like... Sandy." She smiled at them, then looked at Edward. "Oh! I love your top!"

Jean-Claude blinked.

Edward looked down at his shirt. It was just a shirt he'd grabbed out of his bag that said 'When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies.' "Thanks." Edward said as the witch sat down, He quickly explained what had happened to him.

The witch frowned. "That does sound difficult. Have you tried a sex change operation?"

Edward stared at the very slow witch. "No, I used to be a man and was cursed. Now I'm a woman. I don't want to have surgery! I want you to fix me."

"Oh!" She snickered. "I can't do that. I'm just a stripper. My boyfriend said I had to register because I was a witch, though."

Jean-Claude groaned. "Merci for you time, Mademoiselle."

Edward's hope sank right about then. He sighed and looked over at Jean-Claude.

After a few minutes, Asher entered the room, and Jean-Claude looked at him. "You could have warned me she was a flake, Mon Ami."

Edward leaned back into his chair and waited for the next witch to show up.

Asher looked at Jean-Claude. "Oh, forgive me, master." He said.

"Asher..." Jean-Claude sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Why won't you tell me what is going on, mon ami?" Asher said.

"I would, Mon Ami, believe me. Terry, however, has requested tha I do not... and in his... I mean her situation... I would wish the same discretion..." Jean-Claude sent a look at Edward.

Edward looked away from him as Asher sighed. "I will go meet the next witch."

"Merci, Mon Ami... I am very grateful for your help, even if I cannot explain." Jean-Claude smiled. "And... you do realize you have my permission to court Jason, non?"

Asher looked flustered. "Mon ami, I..." He quickly left the room. Edward laughed softly.

The Master of the City glared at Edward. "Were you not bleeding I would hit you."

"Why?" Edward asked looking at him.

"I do not like keeping things from Asher."

"I am sorry, but the less people the know the better. You can tell him once we fix it, okay?" Edward pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Fine." The vampire all but growled the word as a new witch entered the room.

"Um... hello." The middle aged woman smiled at them. "I am Rowena..."

Once again, Edward explained his situation. He hopes she wasn't a fake too.

"Oh dear. Poor girl... well, normally sex change spells are temporary." The woman explained kindly. "However, this is a curse... it might be more complicated."

"Can you change me back though?" Edward asked the witch.

"I can try." She tapped her lips with a finger. "First of all, we must wait for you to have had your flow- it wouldn't do for you not to have, as it might mess up your body as a man when you turn back. And we also need a full moon..."

Jean-Claude watched silently.

Edward nodded. "Ok, the full moon is next week and I'm on my flow now." He told her. He hoped this crap worked.

"Alright. It might not be an immediate change, dear. My husband didn't turn back for a day or so after I hexed him."

"Whatever, just as long as I can get back to being a man it's fine by me." Edward gave a sigh of relief.

"Here's my card." The woman handed it to him. "I'll go home and start the potions. Contact me next week."

"Thank you very much." Edward said taking the card. He watched her leave with a smile on his face.

"Happy now, Morte?"

"Yes." He stretched and stood up.

"Bon. In that case, I must get to work." The Master of the City stood, moving towards the door.

"Thank you, Jean-Claude." Edward said, heading into the bedroom.

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Jean-Claude growled as he entered his suite later. "You called to tell me you wanted chocolate?! And ice cream and PICKLES?!"

"I was hungry." Edward looked up at the vampire with those huge feminine eyes of his. "You said you weren't busy."

Shoving the plastic bag into Edward's arms, Jean-Claude sighed. "I hate shopping for food."

"Thank you, Jean-Claude." Edward said, sitting on his bed. He tucked the food away in the mini-fridge. "Why do you need a fridge in your room?"

"I do have guests who are human."

"Ok." Edward laid back on the bed.

"Why?" He quirked a brow, sitting.

"Just curious." Death said, staring up at the ceiling.

"Ah. I see." Grabbing a book, Jean-Claude lounged on his bed.

Edward looked over at him.

Jean-Claude glanced up from Romeo and Juliet. "What?"

"Nothing." He said looking away from the lovely creature that was Jean-Claude. He'd never found Jean-Claude slightly attractive before. Now he wanted him more than anything.

"Would you like a book?"

"No, I'm fine." He said, biting his lip.

"Alright." Pushing his curls back, Jean-Claude began to read again, his lips moving ever so slightly as he read.

Edward glanced at his mouth and then looked away.

After a moment, Jean-Claude put the book down and stretched, a rumbling purr escaping him.

Edward bit the inside of his mouth as he tried not to let that purr effect him.

"Are you in pain again, Edward?" The vampire quirked a brow.

"I'm fine." He rolled over so his back was to Jean-Claude. "It's just getting late."

"You've not been up that long... only eight hours or so..."

"I just feel exhausted. It sucks." He yawned.

"Perhaps it is because of your period, non?" Jean-Claude shrugged.

"Probably." He said, shrugging back at him.

Noticing that Edward was showing a good amount of skin, Jean-Claude ignored it as he went back to his book.

Edward rolled off the bed and went over to the rack of clothes. He grabbed a tank top and some shorts to sleep in. He changed in the bathroom and crawled into bed.

Jean-Claude had changed as well, wearing black pants this time, his ebony curls spilling over moon-pale shoulders as he read.

Edward's gaze was drawn to the cross on his chest. He rolled over so he wouldn't stare at him anymore.

"Something wrong?"

"No.'' He said, half asleep.

"Alright. Bonne nuit, Edward."

"Night..." He said softly as he drifted off.