Masculine Delights

Author's note- Yes, this chapter IS only four pages long. Very short... but that's because the next chapter is twenty-three pages long and really doesn't have a point where we can break it off. Anyway, enjoy... trust me, the next chapter's worth this one being short!





Asher hummed as he showered, dancing slightly. He couldn't help it... he was happy... truly happy.

Jason smiled as he watched Asher. He quickly stripped so he could join him.

"Merde..." Asher swore as he dropped the soap, bending to pick it up.

He snuck up behind him and pressed against Asher. "Mmm."

Letting out a rather undignified yelp, Asher cursed again as he caught Jason's scent. "Sacre merde, Jason!"

Jason laughed at him. "Did I scare you?"

"Yes, you foolish pup." Asher growled playfully at him.

"Oh, please, punish me, then." He snickered.

Asher pinned Jason to the wall so that his back faced him. "Perhaps I shall..."

Jason pressed against him. "Mmm, please do."

Reaching down, Asher swatted at Jason's ass.

He groaned and begged for more.

Spanking him, Asher watched as Jason's bottom turned pink.

Jason looked back at Asher. "I want more."

"More what, Jason? Tell moi..." He scraped his teeth of Jason's neck.

"I want you buried inside of me." He begged.

"My fangs, Jason?" Asher slipped a finger inside the wolf.

"Your cock and your fangs."

"Beg."

"Please. I need you."

Asher tutted. "I don't know that I believe you..."

"Please." He moaned.

"Better." Asher roughly pushed inside of Jason, hitting his prostate.

"Fuck!" Jason bit his lip so hard he tasted blood.

Asher gripped Jason's cock, stroking him as he thrust.

He pushed back against Asher.

Leaning down, Asher sank his fangs into Jason's neck, drinking deeply.

Jason moaned, losing himself in his lover

Speeding up his thrusts, Asher groaned.

The wolf came suddenly, crying out Asher's name.

Asher would have laughed, but he was coming as well

Jason shook as felt Asher come as well.

"Dieu, mon loup..."

"Wow..."

Asher laughed softly. "Wow indeed. Was that what you wanted?"

"I think I got more than I bargained for me." He said, suddenly very tired.

"Dissatisfied?"

"Hell no." Jason turned to look at him.

Asher kissed him gently. "I am glad."

"Can we go to bed now?"

"Tired?"

He nodded. "They had sex by the way."

"Jean-Claude and Death?" Asher lifted the tired were into his arms.

"Yes. Looks like Jean-Claude was the top, too." Jason snuggled up next to him.

"Mon Loup, you are nosy, non?" Asher set him on the side of the tub, and began to dry him with a warm, fluffy towel.

"I just want them to be happy." He retorted.

"Ah... so it is important that Mon Ami tops?" Asher quirked a brow. "I know he enjoys bottoming as well..."

"Well, I don't think Death has ever been with a man before."

"Probably not..." Asher kissed his now dry lover, carrying him to the bed.

Jason wrapped his arms around him.

Laying Jason on the bed, Asher cuddled him, kissing his forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jason said half asleep.

Admiring his lover, Asher let himself drift off into sleep.

Jason woke with a start. The phone wouldn't stop ringing. He grabbed it and mumbled. "Hello?"

"You have two days, wolf, and the Circus will burn... The Master of the City, his second.... and everyone else in it...."

Jason sat up, alert. "Who the hell is this?"

A click was the only answer, and the line went dead.

Edward ran into the room wearing only pants. "He called you too?" He looked panicked.

Jason nodded. "Who the fuck was that, Edward?"

"Van Cleef. He's coming after me."

"Shit..." Jason's eyes widened.

Edward looked pale. "What am I going to do?"

"We have to protect Jean-Claude and Asher. Up security on the Circus, and start making sure everyone's clean, incase they're trying to infiltrate us..." Jason stood, pacing, not caring that he was naked.

He ran a hand over his face. "When does Jean-Claude wake up?"

"A few hours before sunset." Jason paused. "Let's get them into the same room, it'll be easier to guard them."

Edward nodded. "Get Asher. I'll go watch over Jean-Claude."

"No one goes into that room, Edward, unless it's me or you, clear?" Jason grabbed a pair of pants.

He nodded and jogged back the room to watch over his lover.

Jason carefully dressed Asher, lifting him. Their conversation about him being useless, and Asher adamantly saying he wasn't came back to him as he carried the vampire.

Edward pulled on a shirt and began preparing his weapons. Van Cleef was not ruining this for him.

Jason entered, setting Asher on the bed.

He clicked the clip into his Beretta. "Van Cleef won't get close to them."

"He said he was going to burn the Circus down." Jason reached into Jean-Claude's bedside table, pulling out a gun, checking the clip before setting it on the night stand and pulling Asher's Browning from his waistband.

"Aren't there wolves or something protecting the circus?" Edward asked him.

"Yes. I called Richard, he's sending over more of the pack..."

He nodded. "You a good shot?"

"Good enough." Jason's playful attitude was gone. "Anita made us shoot targets, and I'm a country boy at heart. I grew up with guns."

"Good." Edward took a deep breath as he slid into his Death persona. No one was fucking this up. No one.