Masculine Delights

Jean-Claude looked at Jason, who was making inane chatter. "Jason, no. Please... I do not want to talk..."

"I'm sorry." Jason hugged him. Edward. He smelled him. He was somewhere nearby. "Well, good night." He passed Edward in the hall as he walked to Asher's room.

Catching the same scent, Jean-Claude swore. Dieu, but he could never get a break!

Edward actually knocked on the vampire's door. "Asher told me I'm staying."

"Oh, did he?" The vampire replied coldly.

"Yeah so I came." He put his forehead against the door. He wasn't going in until he was invited.

"Why bother, Edward?"

"So that I have a safe place to hide."

That gave Jean-Claude pause, and he opened the door after a moment of silence, nude from the waist up. "Hiding from what?"

Edward looked away from Jean-Claude's chest. "Van Cleef."

Jean-Claude looked down at the ugly red scar on his chest which would fade slowly until it disappeared. He would have commented on it, but Edward's statement shocked him. "What?"

"He put a hit out on me. That's why I was attacked and why I was shot." He sighed.

"Why would he?"Jean-Claude stepped back from the door so Edward could enter.

"Because, I screwed up. I helped someone he wanted dead." He entered the room.

"Who?"

"An old friend."

"You have friends?" Jean-Claude deliberately made his voice sound surprised, mocking.

"I had a life once where I didn't kill people." He said. "I grew up with him, under Van Cleef's tender care." Edward said, sarcastically.

"Ah. And why, exactly, does Asher want you protected, of all people?" Jean-Claude's mind was racing behind his cool words. He was thankful that Edward was out of danger, but at the same time irate. How dare Asher intervene and place all of his vampires at risk? Force someone in his presence who would give anything to be anywhere else?

"Because he doesn't want to see you upset. And neither do I. That's why I wanted to leave. It hurts to see you because I've been such an ass." Edward sighed.

"You are so apologetic and forlorn sounding, but are you really?"

"God damn it, Jean-Claude! This isn't easy for me." He swore loudly.

"Answer me, Edward! Do you want me, or not? You think it is easy for me to be played with by you, time and again like a toy?" Jean-Claude hissed. "I am through being the convenient entertainment- that ended one hundred years ago when I left the council, stopping their playing with my mind and body at their leisure... I will not be played with! Not anymore..." He looked down, broken. "I cannot..."

Edward kissed him. He was sick of hurting Jean-Claude, tired of running away from how he felt.

Jean-Claude shook, his cheeks wet with tears as Edward kissed him. He was beyond words.

He wrapped his arms around the vampire. "Jean-Claude..."

He felt weak, emotionally and physically, and Jean-Claude screamed at himself for giving in to his tears. "Oui?" He whispered.

"Don't cry. It makes me feel even worse." He rested his head on Jean-Claude's shoulder.

"Je suis desole." Jean-Claude cursed himself, forcing the tears to stop. "I have stained you with my tears..."

"It's alright. I don't like this shirt anyway." He looked down at him. "I'm sorry for hurting you."

Sorry. The word passed Edward's lips, and Jean-Claude waited for the world to stop. Such a thing didn't happen, and... "I... I forgive you."

"I'll stay, but I have one rule: I dress myself." He shuddered, remembering the black leather mini skirt and 'fuck me' heeled boots.

Jean-Claude laughed. "You are sure I may not dress you for special occasions?"

"Maybe every once in a while." He sat down on the bed. "If you get killed because of me I'll kick your ass."

"The same goes for you, Mon Morte." Moving, Jean-Claude kissed the other man.

"I'll keep that in mind." Edward sounded exhausted.

"Now, you need to lay down. I will call the chef and have them send food for you."

"Thanks." He kicked his shoes off and crawled under the blanket.

"A steak and potatoes, non?" Jean-Claude tucked him into bed, stroking Edward's masculine face.

"Sure. That sounds great." For once, he felt safe, like he could rest.

"Bon. I shall have it here as soon as possible..." Jean-Claude kissed him softly. "Je t'aime, mon couer."

Edward drifted off to sleep.

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Asher paced the length of his rooms. "Dieu, I am a fool! He will kill me!"

Jason watched him from the bed. "I won't let him kill you, love."

"Jason... he controls wolves. How will you stop him?" Asher shoved a hand through his hair.

He bowed his head. He couldn't protect Asher. "You're right..." He sounded sad.

"Jason..." Kneeling in front of his lover, Asher cupped his jaw. "Jean-Claude will not kill me... beat me, oui... Kill, non..."

"I still won't be able to help you. I'll be useless." Jason felt like crying.

"Jason..."He kissed the wolf softly. "Not useless. You know better..."

"I am, Asher. I can't protect the man I love." He whimpered.

Asher smoothed a hand down his back. "Oui, you can... as I will protect you. You are there when the sun is up, non? When someone could attack me?"

Jason nodded. "But Jean-Claude is not the only who can control wolves."

Sighing, Asher shook his head. "Jason...would you expect a... violinist to be able to play the piano?"

He shook his head. "No, I guess not.

"Exactly. And as such, I expect you to protect me in different ways than if you were someone else.... understand?" Asher stroked Jason's short hair.

"I'll do my best, then." Jason kissed his hand.

"Of course." Asher kissed him, sucking at his lower lip.

"Do you think they'll work it out?"

"If they stop being stubborn fools."

Jason snorted. "They're doomed."

This made Asher snort in laughter. "Mon Loup-"

"Are you calling me a stubborn fool, Mon Pomme?"

He swore. "Uh...hi Jean-Claude." He smiled sweetly at him.

Jean-Claude laughed. "I hadn't realized you knew me that well."

Asher quirked a brow. "You aren't going to kill me, then?"

"Non."

"Well then, that's good. How's Edward?"

"Resting. I have the chef making him food." Jean-Claude smiled. "He is staying."

"I hope things work out." Jason cuddled with the pillow.

"As do I." Asher moved, sitting on the bed and pulling Jason into his lap.

"Ah, I believe that they shall, now." Jean-Claude grinned. "We have managed to make peace."

"Good." He snuggled up to Asher.

"And... Mon Ami?" The Master of the City's tone was serious.

Asher froze. "Oui?"

Jean-Claude let him worry for a moment before smiling. "Merci." He bowed and left the room.

Jason smiled at him. "You brought them back together, Asher." he kissed his lover.

The blonde vampire blinked. "I... oui..."

"Actually, you just paid him back for pushing us together."

Asher smiled. "Oui... I suppose I did..."

"Now, let's rest." Jason flopped back onto the bed.

"But Mon Loup..." Asher crawled over him. "I was interrupted..."

"Oh? Were you now?" He laughed.

"But of course..." He tapped his mouth with a thoughtful finger.

"And what were you going to do?"

"I do believe I was using my mouth... but on what?" Asher leaned down, kissing Jason's neck. "Here?"

"I don't think that was where it was..." Jason moaned softly.

"Then here?" Asher pushed his shirt up, sucking a dark nipple into his mouth.

"Not there either." He gasped.

He flicked the nubbin with his tongue, then frowned. "You are certain?"

Jason nodded. "Very certain."

"Hm. Then here?" He licked the other nipple.

He shook his head.

"Where could it be then?" Asher licked slowly, teasingly down the were's chest.

"I think it was a bit lower." Jason said, smiling.

"Here?" Asher teasingly licked over Jason's fly.

"I think so." He managed not to thrust against his mouth.

"Ah. I see." Smiling evilly, Asher undid the wolf's pants.

Jason was glad to be free of his tight pants.

Kneeling between Jason's thighs, Asher smiled. "Now... what shall I do...?"

"Take me into your mouth." He whimpered.

Licking his lips, Asher looked down at Jason's throbbing erection and decided to be merciful. Bending, he licked the head, moaning at the taste before sucking him deep.

"Oh, God." Jason moaned, thrusting up into his lover's mouth.

Wasting little time, Asher pushed him towards orgasm.

He swore as he came inside Asher's mouth. He felt like a virgin going at it for the first time.

The vampire swallowed eagerly, moaning at the taste as he drank him down.

Jason watched him. "Now I am very tired."

Asher smiled, standing. "Bon. Sleep well, Mon Loup."

"Are you going somewhere?" He rolled over onto his side.

"I was going to undress... and perhaps shower." He shrugged. "Por qoui?"

"Because I like cuddling you more than the pillows." He buried his face in said pillows.

"You are tired, Mon amour..."

"I know, but I like to be close to you."

Asher shook his head and began to undo his cravat. "I'll join you in a moment after I undress." He moved, turning on some music. 'I got rhythm' by Gershwin flowed through the room, and the blonde vampire danced slightly as he undress, not thinking about it.

Jason loved the way Asher's body moved. He would make one hell of a stripper.

He slid over to his dresser, smiling as he danced, pushing his hair back before tugging off his shirt.

"Shit, Asher. No man should be allowed to move like you do." He was horny again.

"Pardon?" Asher stilled, glancing over his shoulder at Jason.

"The way you dance... it's sensual..."

"How so?" He flushed slightly.

"Just the way you roll your hips."

"Ah... I see." He shrugged, and began to undo his pants.

Jason watched him with hungry eyes, suddenly not very tired.

Asher, however, didn't seem to notice his change in mood as he bent, pushing his pants off, revealing that he was bare beneath.

He groaned and buried his face in the pillow.

"Mon Loup?" Asher straightened, concerned.

"I want you all over again."

He blinked. "Oh... je suis desole? That wasn't my intention, I was just... dancing..."

"I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm hard as a rock." Jason looked over at him with a grin on his face. He rolled off the bed and pounced Asher.

Asher gasped, staring at his lover. "Jason!"

"Look at this. You even got naked for me." He growled.

Merde. In an instant, Asher was hard as a rock, throbbing. "Oui..."

"And you're so hard." Jason pressed against Asher's hard cock.

He arched into the were, groaning. "Jason..."

"Yes, Asher?" He laughed.

"You're.... merde...." Asher pushed against him. "You were tired..."

"You woke me up." He pressed against Asher's entrance.

Asher bit his lip, swallowing.

Jason slowly entered his lover.

"Please... Jason..." Asher pushed upwards, wanting more.

He grinned as he began to move inside of Asher.

Cursing in French, Asher pulled the wolf down for a kiss.

Jason kissing him, pouring his passion into him.

Asher felt his fangs catch slightly on Jason's tongue, but he was barely bleeding. Moaning, he sucked at the wound.

He cried out. Asher's mouth felt so good as it worked on the small wound the vampire had made.

Leaving Jason's mouth, Asher sank his fangs into the were's shoulder, drinking him down.

Jason moaned and pushed even deeper inside of Asher.

Growling, Asher wrapped his legs around his lover, his cock aching.

He began to stroke the vampire's cock, wanting him to come.

Jason's hand stroked him, brushing over the head of his hardness, and Asher came, releasing the were's shoulder with a hoarse shout.

Jason came with him, crying out his name. "I love you Asher..."

The vampire shook beneath him, kissing Jason with blood stained lips.

"You're so wonderful, my love."

"Merde, Jason..." Asher groaned. "I've no need for air, and yet I pant for breath with you... you are amazing..."

"Well I have been told I'm an excellent lover." He laughed.

Asher smiled, and kissed Jason again. "Tres magnifique..."

He kissed him and moved away. "Now...I need sleep." He curled up on the floor.

"Not here, Mon Loup." Asher moved, lifting him.

Jason mumbled something.

"Shh..." Asher laid him on the bed.

He grabbed a pillow to cuddle with,

"I thought you said you preferred moi to a pillow?" Asher laid on the bed.

"I thought you were going to shower." Jason yawned.

Kissing Jason's cheek, he smiled."I had my mind changed for me."

Jason tossed the pillow away and cuddled Asher instead.

He ran a hand up and down Jason's back, who sighed contentedly.