Masculine Delights

Jean-Claude carried the tray into his bedroom, setting it quietly on the stand before he leaned down, gently kissing Edward awake.

Edward reached for his gun out of reflex. He blinked when he realized it wasn't near him. "Jean-Claude..." He rubbed a hand over his face.

"And this, Mon Morte, is why I always make sure you are disarmed before I wake you." He smiled.

He frowned at him. "That food smells really good."

"Then eat. I must bathe- I am, what is the term? 'Grossing myself out' at my scent...."

Edward snorted. Jean-Claude never smelled bad. He picked the tray up and set it in his lap. He moaned as took a bite of steak.

Jean-Claude paused, then shook his head, continuing into the bathroom where he clicked on some music.

He devoured the steak. God, he wanted to find the chef and kiss them.

Moaning audibly over the music, Jean-Claude sank into his bubble bath.

Edward ignored the moan from Jean-Claude. He finished the rest off the food on his plate.

Picking up a sponge, Jean-Claude began to scrub the scent of the hospital from his body.

He set the tray down beside him. He got out of bed, stripping as he headed to the bathroom. He took a deep breath, not believing what he was about to do, and headed into the bathroom.

Jean-Claude, however, had dipped below the water to wet his curls.

Edward smiled and slid into the bath.

Growling at the disturbance in the water, Jean-Claude sat up, reaching out blindly and catching Edward by the throat.

He grabbed the vampire's hand. "You know, I like some sort of kinky sex, but I'm not into Asphyxiophilia."

The vampire's eyes widened, and he jerked back. "Merde, but you scared me!"

Edward leaned back against the side of the tub.

Jean-Claude moved forward, peering at Edward's neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." He kissed Jean-Claude, glad to be near him again. His body was still sore, but the warm water helped.

"Bon..." Jean-Claude kissed Edward, slowly, getting used to his masculine physique.

"It's odd to be kissing you as a man."

Jean-Claude laughed softly, then paused. "Do you mind it?"

"No. I just have to get used to it." Edward slipped down further into the water.

"Ah." Jean-Claude smiled, reaching for the shampoo.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. His wounds burned a bit.

"Are you alright, Edward?" Jean-Claude bent over the side of the tub, exposing his bottom and his entrance through slightly parted cheeks as he reached for his soda.

"I'm fine." He said opening his eyes as Jean-Claude bent over. God, the vampire was so damn sexy.

Jean-Claude looked over his shoulder at him. "You are sure?"

He nodded. "I'm sure. I'm just a bit sore."

"Of course..." The vampire turned to face him again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Moi?" Jean-Claude shrugged. "Fine, I suppose..."

"Good." Edward took the soap from him and began to lather up.

Jean-Claude's eyes locked on his chest and he swallowed, turning around before he began to rinse off.

He swore as the soap got into his gun shot wound.

Jean-Claude turned, his eyes wide. "Mon Morte?"

"It stings." He touched the wound.

Gently, Jean-Claude began to rinse the soap away.

Edward watched him.

"It amazes me..."

"What does?"

"You... you hate vampires... monsters..." Jean-Claude stilled.

"I don't hate them." He said.

Jean-Claude shrugged.

"I hunt them because someone has to."

"Oui, I suppose." Jean-Claude pressed the wash cloth back into Edward's hand.

"I cannot change who I am. Not even for you." Edward realized it may have been a mistake to join him. He got out of the bathtub.

"Edward-" Jean-Claude caught his hand. "Non. I... Je suis desole. I am being... foolish. I simply fear that..."

"Fear what?" He didn't look at him.

"That you will hate me... now that you do not need me." Jean-Claude looked down.

Edward's face softened. "I could never hate you."

"You are so sure...?"

"Well do you plan on trying to kill me?"

"Non! Of course not! Je t'aime-"

He covered Jean-Claude's mouth with his own.

The vampire made a small noise in his mouth, moaning.

"All we can do is hope for the best." Edward said softly.

"Oui..." Jean-Claude licked his lips.

He grabbed a towel and began to dry off. As a woman he had truly changed, his body has been soft and pure. As a man, he was hard and covered with scars.

Stepping behind him, Jean-Claude traced a long one on his shoulder with his tongue.

Edward shivered. He remembered that scar vividly. It was ironic that Jean-Claude chose that scar to lick since a vampire had given it to him.

Bending his head, Jean-Claude traced another, then another.

He had a major hard on. God, women could at least hide their arousal, but with men...

"I would smell it anyway, Edward."

"Don't do that." He kissed the vampire.

"Mmm." Jean-Claude pulled back from the kiss. "Do what?"

"Say what I'm thinking."

"Then do not think so loud." Jean-Claude smiled.

"I am sorry, but I can't help it." Edward pulled away and headed into the bedroom.

"Ah." Jean-Claude grabbed his robe with the fur collar.

He moved the tray off the bed so he could lay down.

Jean-Claude followed him. "Was the food satisfactory?"

"More than satisfactory." Edward grinned.

"Bon. I am glad you enjoyed it." Jean-Claude climbed into the bed, his robe slipping open to flash the pale skin beneath.

"It's funny how things work out."

"How so?"

"If I hadn't of been cursed, I never would have gotten to know you. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you." He stared up at the ceiling.

Jean-Claude smiled slightly. "Oui, I suppose you are right."

Edward smiled at him.

"Dieu... but you are lovely..." He breathed the sentence, not really meaning to say it at all.

"You are the lovely one." Edward said softly.

Laughing softly, Jean-Claude shook his head. "I am rather lovely, being too effeminate for our gender really. I suppose the word I should use for you is handsome."

"Ruggedly handsome, I suppose." He said, but the scars made him think less of himself.

"Rugged, mon morte?" Jean-Claude tilted his head.

"The scars."

Jean-Claude blinked, then shook his head. "Edward... you have seen Asher. Is he or is he not lovely?"

"He's just as effeminate as you are. Of course he is lovely."

"And his scars are worse than yours." Tracing a scar on Edward's hip, Jean-Claude smiled. "These are part of you and who you are. I love all of you." He paused then shook his head. "I suppose I can tell you now that you are a man again that I much prefer you this way!"

"I prefer me this way too. I kind of like my penis." Edward laughed.

Jean-Claude laughed. "Well, I did not want to wound a still rather tender subject, non? You were... you... but... not. It's complicated."

"I just want to forget that I was a woman. Let's just pretend I was a guy." God, his laugh was... intoxicating.

Laughing again, Jean-Claude smiled widely. "If that is your wish, Mon Morte."

"Don't laugh." Edward shivered.

The vampire stilled, his smile disappearing. "Je suis desole."

"Don't be... it's just... your laugh could make even the strongest man weak in the knees."

"I was simply laughing, Edward... I was not using any of my powers..." Jean-Claude sat up, his robe baring a good portion of his chest.

"It's just an amazing laugh." His gaze was drawn to the vampire's chest.

"There is nothing special about it, Mon Morte..."

"It's sexy."

"I see nothing about it that is sexy."

"It's just wonderful." Edward leaned forward and kissed him.

Jean-Claude made a soft noise, letting Edward lead in the kiss.

He pushed him back onto the bed as he deepened the kiss.

Meeting Edward's tongue with his own, Jean-Claude moaned. Dieu, but this was amazing... incredible... it was Edward.

Edward moved over him. He opened Jean-Claude's robe accidently. He could feel Jean-Claude's cock press against his stomach.

The vampire paused, fearful of what Edward's response would be.

He moaned into the vampire's mouth, pressing his own erection against Jean-Claude's body.

Relaxing beneath him, Jean-Claude cupped his face as they kissed, feeling their mouths work together.

Edward buried a hand in Jean-Claude's curls.

He purred, rocking against the assassin, slipping a hand over Edward's chest.

He pulled back as bit so he could look at Jean-Claude's lovely face.

Jean-Claude licked his lips. "Ah, oui... I like you better this way."

Edward smiled at him.

Leaning up, Jean-Claude licked Edward's jaw, feeling the barest hint of stubble.

God, he was hard. "Jean-Claude, I've never had sex with a man before... well not in this form, anyway."

"Mon Petite Morte... we may do whatever you desire... mouths, hands, you inside of me or the other way around..." Jean-Claude's fingers teased the other man's nipple.

This was his choice, what he wanted. "Eventually, I want you to be inside of me." He said as he pressed a kiss into Jean-Claude's neck.

He shivered. "Whenever, where ever you wish, Edward..."

"I know we have to work up to that since I've never been with a man."

"It isn't that hard." He paused. "Well... I suppose that is... but we shall do what you want. Nothing more."

"Then kiss me love." Edward told him.

Jean-Claude moaned softly at the words before kissing him, cupping his face.

He ran a hand down Jean-Claude's body.

He shivered, sucking at Edward's tongue as their mouths mated.

Edward stroked Jean-Claude's cock.

Jean-Claude jerked at the unexpected caress, his fangs catching on Edward's mouth as he pulled back with a ragged groan, thrusting involuntarily into his hand.

He licked the blood off of his lip. "It seems you've nicked me." He covered Jean-Claude's mouth with his own.

The vampire return the kiss, licking and drinking the blood from Edward's mouth. Jean-Claude's fingers began to tease his nipples.

Edward moaned into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around Jean-Claude's erection.

Breaking the kiss, Jean-Claude shook his head. "Non... Mon Petite Morte... I have no restraint for you... I want to please you..."

"This is pleasing me." He kissed his neck.

"Quelle?"

"I love hearing you moan."

Jean-Claude shook. "Edward..."

"Yes?" Edward asked as he kissed down his chest.

"Je... I..." He shook his head, slipping his fingers into Edward's hair.

He smiled as he kissed his thigh.

Inhaling sharply, Jean-Claude looked down the length of his body at his lover. Dieu...

Edward took Jean-Claude into his mouth.

Jean-Claude cried out, biting his lip.

He licked the length of him enjoyed the taste and feel of the vampire.

"Sacre merde... Edward!" He groaned.

"Mmm, Jean-Claude." He sucked on the head of his cock.

His hips bucked despite his intentions to hold still.

"So eager." Edward laughed.

"Turn, Edward... I want to use my mouth on you..." Jean-Claude licked his lips.

"No, I'm not done." He slid Jean-Claude's erection back into his mouth.

Jean-Claude growled, his fingers fisting in the comforter.

Edward used his mouth to drive the vampire insane.

"Edward.... dieu.... I'll..." Forcing back his orgasm, the vampire ground his teeth.

"Come for me Jean-Claude." He begged him.

When Edward lowered his mouth again, Jean-Claude was lost, and within moments he came.

Edward smiled at him.

Jean-Claude glanced down at the assassin, licking his lips. "Edward..."

"Hmm?" He looked at him.

Reaching down, he pulled Edward's mouth to his own, kissing him deeply.

Edward moaned, sharing Jean-Claude's taste with him.

Gripping Edward's hips, he ground the other man's hardness against his still tender cock, groaning.

"Shit, Jean-Claude." He thrust against him.

Rolling Edward so that his back was on the bed, Jean-Claude kissed him.

Edward held Jean-Claude close to him.

Jean-Claude bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

He moaned arching into his mouth.

Reaching down, he began to stroke the assassin's cock, feeling the moisture at the head of it.

Edward thrust into his hand. "Jean-Claude." He moaned.

"What, Mon Morte?" Moving downwards, Jean-Claude licked along where Edward's thigh met his body.

He watched him with hungry eyes. "I want you."

"You have me..."

"Do I truly have you?"

Jean-Claude paused, wondering if there was a hidden meaning in those words. "Oui... all of me, whatever you wish..."

Edward moved so he could kiss Jean-Claude. "And you have all of me."

"Mon Morte... this is about your pleasure now... I have had mine..." Jean-Claude shivered none-the-less, feeling himself harden.

"I know, but...I want to know what it's like to be topped as a man."

Having leaned down to lave at Edward's member, Jean-Claude paused mid-lick. "Pardon?"

"I said I want you to top me." Edward repeated.

Jean-Claude crawled over Edward, making the assassin meet his gaze. "You are sure, Mon amour?"

"I am sure." He kissed Jean-Claude.

The vampire moaned, rocking his hips against Edward's, reaching for his side drawer.

Edward smiled at him. He could see how much Jean-Claude was enjoying the thought of topping him.

Pulling out some warming lubricant, Jean-Claude kissed Edward once more before kneeling between his thighs. "This, Mon Amour, will seem... odd... I promise, however, that you shall love it." He poured some of the lubricant in his hand, and leaned down, taking Edward's cock into his mouth as his fingers began to prepare him, the lubricant nearly burning hot inside of him.

He gasped. That felt more than odd. "Shit..." He said softly. It felt odd to have Jean-Claude's fingers buried inside of him.

Flicking his tongue over the head of the cock in his mouth, Jean-Claude tilted his fingers and stroked along Edward's prostate.

Edward bite his lip to keep from crying out. Now, that felt very good.

Jean-Claude looked up at Edward's face before pulling back. He added a bit of lube to both of their cocks, stroking it along them before moving between Edward's spread thighs. Tilting the assassin's hips, Jean-Claude pressed against his entrance. "Now?"

He nodded slowly. "Now." He felt Jean-Claude start to press into him.

Biting his lip, Jean-Claude reached down, stroking Edward as he slowly entered him.

Edward cried out as Jean-Claude slid inside of him. It burned a bit.

Finally seated within him, Jean-Claude circled the head of Edward's cock with his thumb. "Tell me when you wish more..."

He had to breath through it. He was so full. "It hurts a bit." He admitted.

"Oui... it gets better." Jean-Claude made an infinitely small shift, and pressed straight on Edward's prostate.

Edward moaned loudly. "God, Jean-Claude."

"Better, Mon Amour?"

"Yes." He said breathlessly.

Jean-Claude smiled, leaning down to kiss him. "I will try moving now, alright?"

Edward nodded. "Ok..."

Stroking Edward's cock in time, Jean-Claude began to move, making sure that his own cock caressed Edward's prostate every time.

He grabbed Jean-Claude's shoulders as he cried out. It all so felt so good.

Seeing the lust and pleasure in his lover's eyes, Jean-Claude bent his head as he moved, teasing Edward's neck with his tongue.

For being a virgin, in a manner of speaking, he lasted quite sometime even with Jean-Claude hitting his prostate.

"Come for me, Mon Morte... I wish to lick you from my fingers..." Jean-Claude doubled his efforts.

He shouted Jean-Claude's name as came.

Swearing raggedly in French, Jean-Claude came inside of Edward, barely able to stop himself from biting the assassin.

Edward felt Jean-Claude's fangs nick him.

Moaning, Jean-Claude pulled back, rolling to sit on the side of the bed, shaking. Merde... he'd never been so close to losing his control... not like this, not recently. That had been on of the most intense moments in his history of love making...

Stunned, Edward just laid there. "Did I do something wrong, Jean-Claude?"

"Non! I..." Slowly, Jean-Claude turned, revealing his pupil-less eyes that were filled with power and blood lust.

He looked at him, noting his eyes. "You almost lost control..."

Jean-Claude swallowed, forcing himself back under control. "I am sorry, Edward... I... I have not come that close to losing control in such a situation in... over a century... longer..."

Edward sat up. "I'm sorry." He pulled the blanket up to cover himself.

"Non, Edward... why would you be sorry, Mon Morte?" Jean-Claude stopped him. "That was amazing..."

"Why did you almost lose control? Was it because you were with me?"

"Because you, Mon Morte, mon Amour... are amazing. Je t'aime..." Jean-Claude brushed his lips over Edward's.

Edward returned the kiss. "I love you too."

Jean-Claude smiled widely. "I shall never tire of those words..."

He smiled. "Me either."

"I am glad... so glad that you have returned to me..."

"I was lost without you." Edward said softly.

"As was I." Jean-Claude smoothed Edward's hair.

His eye lids felt heavy. He laid down next to Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude kissed his forehead. "Sleep, mon cher morte..."

Edward curled up against him.

Feeling his love relax against him in a deep, content slumber, Jean-Claude could not bring himself to leave. Rather, he laid there, holding him.

Jason opened the door slowly, making sure he wasn't walking in on anything. He grinned as he saw them. Who knew Death was a cuddler?

"Mon Pomme? Did you need something?"

"Asher sent me to check on you two."

"Did he now? And why is that?"

Jean-Claude quirked a brow.

"To make sure you two were all lovey-dovey still." Jason grinned at him.

"Oh really? And why was he concerned over that?" Jean-Claude stroked Edward's hair softly.

"Because you two belong together." He said simply

"Merci, Mon loup... but you should be with your own amour, non?"

Jason nodded. "Yes. I'll go tell him all is well." He blew Jean-Claude a kiss and headed back to his room.