A Bloody Tear

Disclaimer: all copyright and licensing rights belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group.

Timeline: After Burnt Offerings but way before Cerulean Sins.

Author's note: I apologize in advance for any french I use incorrectly, my translations came from http:/babelfish.altavista.digital.com Sentences in *---* are suppose to be in french but I wrote in English so my readers would understand. 'juene loup' means young wolf.


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A Bloody Tear



Asher woke but remained absolutely still. After so many years he had learned to assess his surroundings before betraying his awareness to others who may be close by. Like the warm body lying so near to him in the luxurious bed. Instantly he remembered, he was safe and he was with Jean-Claude again. But both were open to interpretation. He was safe as long as he did not cross the line that his anger forced him to test and he was not really 'with' Jean-Claude again. He wondered if he ever would be.

Right now he and his former paramour were engaged in an elegant dance of things unsaid and subtle manipulations. This frustrated him but another part of him reveled in it. Tonight the first move had been made by Jean-Claude. Asher turned his head to peer through the golden veil of his hair to gaze at the handsome blonde werewolf dozing next to him. Jean-Claude had sent his Pomme De Sang to his bed. The assumption was that Jason was to feed him but assumptions and Jean-Claude never went hand in hand. He wondered what 'instructions' his dinner had been given.

And what a deliciously tempting dinner it was. Smooth golden tanned skin stretched tautly over sleek muscles and the short blonde hair was tousled delightfully over his pillow. Long pale lashes hid the sparkling bright blue eyes that, when closed gave, the Were had an innocent air which, when his eyes opened, his gaze betrayed as false. His eyes often seemed too old and experienced for such a young face and not for the first time Asher was curious about the slender man next to him. He smelled fresh and clean and his skin still seemed to hold a hint of the sun's warmth though it was probably the lycanthrope's own naturally elevated body temperature. A Were made the best hot water bottle Asher mused to himself. Also the richest and most delicious blood to heat his cold insides after a day of being dead.

His 'meal' was also awake and studying him intently. Asher waited for some smart-aleck remark, he believed that was the proper term, but none came. Instead the Were rolled to his side facing him. Asher noticed that the young wolf was under the silk sheet and was curious to know what he wore since Jason was bare-chested. He sat up and turned to the wolf, letting his silk robe slip open and noticed the bright blue gaze dropped to his chest. It might have seemed accidental that it parted to reveal mainly his unscarred side but Asher had decades of practice.

He cleared his throat delicately and Jason's eyes jerked back to his face. He noticed with amused delight that a faint flush was under the tanned cheek-bones. He didn't think Jason's stare had been to gawk at his scars.

"Curious?" Asher asked in a purring silken tone.

"Yes I am." Was the bold reply. Jason was many things but silent for long was not one of them."Do you want to play show and...show more?"

Asher tilted his head letting the sheen of his hair slide over his face but never truly revealing the scars. "I'm curious as well...why are you here, jeune loup?"

"Jean-Claude asked me to feed you tonight."

"Ahhh..." Asher sighed. He knew he sounded disappointed, because he was.

Jason frowned. "It wasn't a demand or anything, I could've said no."

"But you did not?" The purring undertone was back. Asher's long elegant fingers stroked the silk sheet as the two men talked.

"No..I mean no I didn't say no."

Asher thought the usually articulate man sounded a tad flustered, and arched the eyebrow on his good side.

"Well then I am honored, and it is an honor to use another's Pomme de Sang. I am desirous to know the limitations Jean-Claude has decided on though."

Jason frowned again and sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist. Asher let his gaze skim over the smooth planes of his chest. His eyes lingered for a moment on the round pink disks of Jason's masculine nipples. A shrug from the other man caused delightful ripples in the sleek muscles of his bare chest.

"He didn't tell me any to pass on...was I suppose to come with an instruction manual or warranty?"

"Ahhh.." This time he sounded amused and pleased.

Jason expression was changing from confused to irritated.

Asher chose to explain. "That means,*my delicious wolf* that I am at liberty to do whatever I wish with or to you."

"What do you mean 'whatever'?" Jason's tone sounded suspicious.

As an answer Asher decided actions were far better than words. In a swift movement he was suddenly straddling the smaller man and pinned Jason's wrists to the mattress. To say the wolf was startled would be an understatement.

"Maybe he forgot!" Jason's voiced as a note higher than usual."I mean he hasn't done this before and..."

Asher interrupted, "Jean-Claude has never let another of our kind drink from you?"

"Ummm...does Rotty Vamp Bitch count?"

Asher was stunned and confused and he released Jason's wrists from his strong grasp to run his hands through his hair. Abruptly he remembered and let it fall back into place.

"It seems the Master has grown careless, how unlike him." He mused.

"Nah, maybe he knew I was safe with you."

"Ahhh...but maybe I am not feeling particularly trustworthy tonight." Asher purred.

"But that doesn't change that I am still safe with you...that you will follow any limitations 'I' decide on." Was Jason's smug retort.

"You are not Anita to come to my bed with a long list of rules...you are 'safe' because I am feeding on someone else tonight...so run along, jeune loup, and play your games with someone more...trustworthy." Asher swung his leg and rose from the bed not caring that the robe fluttered up for a moment. "Jean-Claude chooses not to ask for more than blood because of the sensibilities of his servant...those limitations do not apply to me so consider more carefully before you offer yourself in anyway to one of my kind and certainly before you climb into bed next to them."

In a swirl of silk Asher strode to the huge adjoining bathroom. He angrily jerked on the faucets and rushing heated water filled the spacious tub. He brushed his teeth and turned to find the tub almost filled, courtesy of the high powered faucets specially installed for him. He hated to wait when he yearned for a bath and he particularly needed its soothing this rising. He had been foolish to let his attraction for the young man impair his judgement and hope for more than just 'food'. He could get that from others.

Asher felt a movement behind him but did not pause the slow slide of silk whispering down his body as he dropped his robe. There were no scars marring the pale perfection of his back or ass and he decided to let the brash wolf look his full as he leisurely lowered himself into the steaming water. His scented the arousal of the wolf in the warm air and smiled bitterly. He sunk into the water, submerging totally before turning to rise like a Neptune that had lost a battle with Zeus' bolts. Asher slicked the water and bubbles from his hair and let it plaster to his skull leaving his scars harshly visible in the bright overhead lights. He rose so that the water came to his waist and saw Jason standing in the doorway. The werewolf's gaze was following the tortured trail of twisted skin down his chest. The was no mistaking the curiosity in his eyes but there was no revulsion in those clear blue depths. There was also no disguising the stirring under the silk of Jason's boxer shorts.

It seemed that the wolf's boldness was more than in just his speech and comments. Asher was intrigued to discover how far it went.

Jason spoke breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "I had no right dictating what you could and couldn't do if I willingly crawled into your bed...do you still want to feed from me?"

Relaxing in the heated water, Asher played idly with the foaming bubbles trying to look unconcerned. "Lower the lights and join me if you wish, jeune loup."

Jason toyed with the dimmer switch before approaching the sunken tub where Asher waited. The vampire had made sure his good side faced the room. At the edge the young blonde hesitated before slipping off his blue boxers. Asher had a too short glimpse of a flushed swollen cock and shaven balls before the other man stepped into the tub and slipped under the water.

"Wash my back, s'il vous plait?"

Asher turned over in the water causing little ripples to swell out. He cradled his scarred cheek in the crook of his elbow as he folded his arms on the rim of the tub and waited. The water and bubbles moved as Jason approached him and stopped on the side where Asher could see him. As strong hands moved the bath gel and soft cloth over his shoulders Asher examined the young body so close to him. Through half closed eyes he lazily stared at the tanned taut stomach and the tempting dip of the other man's navel. The vampire licked his lips as he imagined dipping his tongue tip into that shallow depression and exploring.

Seeing the movement Jason asked,"Did you want to feed now?"

"Non, I was just wondering how you are going to...taste." Asher drawled in a sensual sounding voice.

He felt a slight tremor as the Were washed his back and raised himself a little higher. Now his lower back and the beginning of the swells of his buttocks were bare above the shielding bubbles. And Jason's hands returned to his skin with more gel but without the washcloth. Asher smiled and his paler eyes met Jason's brighter ones.

"Your touch feels so good, *I desire it so much*."

A sharp slap causing a splash was Jason's response.

"Translation, not a Frenchy here."

"I am amazed that after so much time with our Master you do not understand more French."

"Well, I know some...*Taste me for I am yours*"

Asher laughed softly as Jason continued.

"*My blood belongs to you*...*I missed you today*...and of course, Wow *those are nifty boots*"

Asher laughed again, a silken sensual sound and felt an answering shiver run through the young wolf.

"Do you want me to teach you more, jeune loup?"

"Yes Yoda."

"Je desire votre contact ...I desire your touch...J'aspire a vous gouter...I yearn to taste you."

Jason's hands caressing the swells of his buttocks stilled as he spoke softly in French, "*Don't make me wait*."

Asher quietly corrected the young man's pronunciation as he slowly turned over. Pale blue eyes met bright blue as they stared at each other. Jason's hands never left his skin and continued to touch his chest, playing equal attention to both sides. Strong fingers explored the rivulets of scars and discovered his nipples. As Jason played and coaxed them into hard aching nubs Asher's hands grasped the short blonde hair and pulled the werewolf down for a gentle teasing kiss. His tongue traced those lips and, on a moan, they were parted and he slipped inside. His nimble tongue tangled and twirled with Jason's and the other man tried to capture and suck on it. A disgruntled growl filled the room and Asher laughed as he pulled his mouth away to whisper, "Americans, always in such a rush."

"How do you say...'stop playing with me you stupid vampire'?"

"Ahhh, but I have just begun." Asher purred silkily against the sensitive skin of Jason's throat.

The vampire easily moved the smaller man so that Jason was now laying on his stomach and they were face to face. The feel of all that firm flesh pressed the length of his torso was delicious. The other man's legs trailed in the water and Asher's hand on his ass held Jason in place. As Asher kissed and nibbled his hands roamed water slick muscles. One hand caressed the hard swells of Jason's ass while the other lingered over the flexing muscles of his back and shoulders. Jason's hands were fisted in his long wet hair and tugging uselessly. Asher was not one to be hurried through his feast.

And it was a feast for all his senses. Asher's nose was filled with the scents of exotic oils, clean flesh and the arousal of the younger man. His ears relished the sounds of moans, whimpers and occasional gasped demands or threats. And his gaze was filled with sun-kissed tanned skin graced with foaming bubbles as well as his hungry roaming tongue. And his own flesh was tight with anticipation as the other man's firm body writhed against him. As his strong teeth nipped along Jason's neck he heard helpless pleading and caught just the faintest scent of Jean-Claude in the young man's smooth skin. That reminded him of the other vampire's manipulations.

There could be many reasons for why Jean-Claude had sent Jason but, just being a 'nice gesture', was not one of them. Asher vowed to give something back in return...envy.

He encircled his strong arms around the smaller man and effortlessly carried him the length of the tub to lay him on the opposite rim. A wide marble shelf was on that side, bare except for thick folded towels. On these he lowered the dazed wolf letting the other man's legs dangle in the warm water as he moved gracefully between them. He waited for the young man to focus. Bright blue eyes slowly blinked and sharpened. Asher trailed a fingertip along the femoral artery in Jason's muscled taut thigh and his gaze asked a silent question. Bright blues eyes darkened with desire and Jason nodded.

Asher lowered his head and...licked. All along the golden thigh he had chosen he licked, learning with his tongue the texture of the flesh, finding just the right spot. Until a soft slap on the side of his head from an impatient wolf urged him to stop deliberating. Asher growled against the firm flesh and an answering growl filled the room. Asher smiled to himself, Jason might not be an alpha but he was not a true submissive, and he was definitely a healthy horny young man.

Asher bit softly, gnawing on his chosen spot to prepare the firm flesh. He ran his palms along the quivering calves and cupped them behind the other man's spread knees. Jason whimpered and Asher realized he had accidently discovered an erogenous spot for the wolf. Fingertips brushed and teased as he asked, "Can I roll you, jeune loup?"

"Yes, as long as you do it now!"

Pulling back his lips, Asher slowly and delicately sank his fangs. Moaning in greedy delight, he felt the warm rich blood of the young werewolf rush down his throat like a heated river. His hands rose to grip the ass of the other man and he knew he would leave bruises behind. As Asher drew the thick fluid in his mouth he sent his power in, to flow and caress the Were pinned beneath him. He knew his gift was causing untold sensations to course and shimmer, not just inside Jason but for Jason's wolf as well. He felt Jason's beast stir, to twist and play with the new and exciting energy that was traveling through the werewolf's body. As the other man began to whimper and shudder Asher used his power to let Jason find a release but not to spill his seed. Asher was greedy for so much tonight.

Gently withdrawing his fangs, the vampire licked the mark he left as the werewolf recovered. He turned his head to stare at the swollen shaft so close to him. The pale skin was flushed and the head of Jason's cock was weeping its clear pre cum that Asher ached to taste. He nuzzled the soft flesh of the blonde's shaven groin as Jason mumbled something. Asher exhaled, making his breath warm and had its gentle breeze caress Jason's cock.

"Oh, shit is there going to be more?"

"Is that your wish...for it is mine," Asher purred.

"Oh yeah...good thing I took my vitamins."

Asher smiled as his tongue extended to tease the skin of Jason's scrotum. His palms slid up to find and play with the younger man's nipples as his tongue and mouth explored every shaven smooth inch of Jason's masculinity. Then he showed the werewolf that a vampire lover who does not need to breathe was a very good lover indeed.

As he took the firm length carefully between his teeth, Asher gloried at its smooth hardness. He loved the soft needful sounds that Jason made and knew they were not faked. He still did not understand the motives behind Jason's receptiveness. If Jean-Claude was not behind convincing his pomme da sang to approach him, he was at a loss to conceive what the werewolf had to gain. But those were things to ponder at another time. For whatever Jason's reasons, Asher wanted him to return and used his considerable skills to ensure that.

His tongue flicking and probing the leaking slit, Asher hungrily tasted the clear fluid as Jason arched under his hands. His tongue licked under the rim of the head of the werewolf's shaft before slowly drawing it in the warmth of his mouth to suck. Then, inch by inch, he swallowed the entire hard length down his throat until his nose nuzzled again the vulnerable bare skin of Jason's groin. He paused for a long moment letting his tongue stroke and caresses the silky hardness trapped in the wet cavern of his mouth. Asher ignored the pleading noises and the urgent hands fisted in his long damp hair. He breathed, not because he needed to, but because he wished to draw deep in his lungs the smells of clean flesh and heady arousal.

Then Asher moved his mouth up and down Jason's cock, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, his tongue never stilling from its exploring. He moved at a tauntingly slow pace and when Jason growled a protest his strong fingers pinched and twisted the Were's nipples. With a long lingering lick Asher withdrew his mouth to hover a warm breath away from the cock glistening with his salvia.

"NoNoNoNoDon'tstopdon'tfuckin'stop..."

"Hush, I wanted to tell you that you could move, fuck my mouth, jeune loupe, you can not injure me." Asher reassured in a voice hoarse with suppressed desire.

He trailed his hands down the length of Jason's muscled torso as he spoke. Before Asher lowered his head again to recapture the quivering waiting cock he slid a finger in his mouth, coating it with his saliva. As his mouth swooped to swiftly swallow Jason's cock, his finger found the furled opening hiding between those firm ass cheeks and slid inside. Jason arched away from his intrusion, thrusting himself deeper down Asher's throat.

"I'mnotsureaboutthisIdon't...ahhhh"

Asher's long slender finger had discovered and stroked that spot deep inside the werewolf's ass that suddenly made everything unbelievably good.

"Don'tlistentome...don'tstopohmygod"

Jason began pumping his hips into Asher's wet mouth with strength forceful enough to hurt a human. His hands held the other blonde's head in a ruthless grip as he pounded his slender hips into the wet wonderful suction. Asher's gaze lifted to watch the agonized expression on Jason's face as the other man's cock slammed between his lips and he matched his stroking finger to the same rhythm. His other hand cradled and gently squeezed the taut balls drawing tight to the werewolf's body. With the uncaring power behind Jason's thrusts it was inevitable that the other man would nick himself on the vampire's sharp fangs. But neither cared. Jason threw back his head and howled as he exploded in Asher's mouth.

Asher swallowed greedily the salty mixture of the young man's cum and blood. A few last wild strokes slammed into his sore jaws as the rest of the werewolf's warm seed spilled down his throat. He waited for the shudders to slow before pushing his power into the recovering young Were. He smiled to himself as the cock that had been softening in his mouth stiffened again and another ejaculation was forced from the quivering werewolf along with a helpless cry.

As Jason passed out in an exhausted heap on the towel cushioned marble, Asher gave a few lingering cleaning licks as he reluctantly let the smooth limp cock slip from his lips. He raised himself partly from the water to kiss the underside of Jason's jaw, the air feeling cool on the pale perfect skin of his back and ass. Then Asher turned his head and cool pale blue eyes met heated sapphire ones.

Jean-Claude stood in the open doorway of the bathroom, his elegant hands gripping the lapels of his robe as he hungrily watched the scene infront of him. Asher wondered again at the motivation his former lover had in sending Jason. His old love battled his old anger, but in the end...this time...hate won.

*Jean-Claude,* Asher said in his best silky seductive tone. He paused and watched the other man make a small step forward. *I do not remember inviting you here, you are being very rude...Master*

With a noise that sounded halfway between hurt and a hiss, the other vampire rushed from the room.

Asher sighed and laid his head on Jason's chest, his victory seemed very hollow tonight. He had found something wonderful with the young werewolf this evening and turned it into a wounding weapon against the ebony haired vampire a part of him still longed for. A bloody tear slipped from his eye to disappear in the crevice of one of his many scars.

the end
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