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Joyeux NoÃ«l	By : Meghan Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 2495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Joyeux Noël
Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com

Summary: Just a little Yuletide fun.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Asher/Jean-Claude

Warnings: SLASH

Disclaimer: LKH owns them, but I certainly wished that I did instead.
Feedback: Yes, please! Merci!

AN: for my fabulous ABVH writer and online friend, BeElleGee who can write beautifully, inspire greatness, and draws gorgeously
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Jean-Claude tied the sash of his silk robe more firmly around his waist and turned on the hot water for the tub. The splashing of the water echoed in the tiled room as he puttered around lighting the vanilla and cinnamon scented candles lining the bathtub. Steam wafted up, lightly coating the walls and ceiling by the time he blew out the match.

He tested the water’s heat and adjustments were made with a deft twist of tap. His long dark curls grew heavy from the air’s moisture as he continued readying the room. A few holiday decorations dotted the surfaces of the sink and ledges around the tub. When he was done, he untied the knot around his waist and turned off the lights.

Candlelight flickered across Jean-Claude’s body as he dropped the robe off his shoulders. It clung to his waist before falling softly to his feet. A shaft of bright light spliced the room in half as the door open illuminating drifting particles of dust. Jean-Claude turned his face sharply towards the source when a shadow cut into the light.

Asher leaned against the door frame, his golden hair mused and frazzled as he yawned into his hand. Scars from holy water littered the right side of his face and neck, stopped only by his own black silk robe, though Jean-Claude knew what lay beneath the material. Even though the golden haired vampire was scarred, it did not detract from his natural beauty, but rather enhanced it, making it more real.

“Just awake, mon chardonneret?”

“Oui, j’ai fait.”

“You are waking earlier,” Jean-Claude said with a smile, turning around. “I am glad.”

Asher raked his gaze over his lover’s body, feeling a wave of lust rush through his blood. Nothing came of it though and he sighed mournfully, “I wish I had drank from Jason instead of sending him from the room when I woke.”

“There are other ways to take of pleasure,” Jean-Claude murmured invitingly, eyes aglow. “Come take a bath with me, mon chardonneret.”

“Oui, mon corbeau,” said Asher with a smile as he stepped across the threshold and shut the door behind him, leaving them in near darkness. The flickering light thrown by the dozen candles in the room casting dancing shadows over them.

“Bon,” Jean-Claude returned, his ardeur welling up inside him. “Come here.”

Asher walked forward into Jean-Claude’s outstretched arms and kissed him. When it ended it merged into another one and so on until the ardeur broke it’s dam and filled the room with a pulsating power. Asher sighed appreciatively as the power stroked him, touching him metaphysically. It made him hungry for more. Jean-Claude’s ardeur was a beautiful thing when invoked deliberately.

Soft cool lips trailed the underside of his jaw and Asher sighed in response. It felt so nice. Jean-Claude’s hand trailed over the satin ruffle lining his robe, smoothing out the wrinkles, testing the strength and power beneath his hand.

When Jean-Claude wrapped his lips over his Adam’s apple, Asher’s eyes closed at the rush of desire that swept through him. His whole body was aching with it. Jean-Claude knew just how to raise such a swift and immediate reaction. As he suckled that sweet spot, Asher’s head fell back and his hands reached up to support Jean-Claude’s neck.

Jean-Claude hummed quietly, eliciting a shudder from the vampire in his arms. He ran his hands up and down Asher’s chest twice before pushing the offending robe off his shoulders and down his arms. Eagerly retracing his path, Jean-Claude reveled in the twin textures under his hands. The rough badly mangled skin under his left hand in direct contrast to the smooth and undamaged velvet soft skin under his right.

Devilishly, Jean-Claude dipped his head and licked the roughened nipple, causing Asher to jump and moan. Straightening up, he said with yearning in his eyes, “Remove your robe, mon chardonneret, and join me in the tub.”

Mutely following direction, Asher freed the knot at his waist and shucked his own robe which pooled around their feet. Jean-Claude exhaled softly, taking in the sight of his lover’s beautiful form.

A brief flare from the ardeur caressed his skin as Jean-Claude approached him, brushed against him, and then stepped around him towards the tub. Letting out a shaky breath, Asher turned and followed getting a lovely view of his lover’s pale backside.

“You look good enough to eat,” Asher murmured appreciatively.

Jean-Claude grinned lasciviously and sank into the hot water, his skin pinking quickly. “Toi, aussi.”

Asher laughed wickedly and climbed into the tub, hissing in surprise at the scorching temperature of the bath water.

“Merde! Jean-Claude, why on earth have you made the water this hot?”

His skin felt like it was crawling right off his body it was tingling so much.

“Because, Asher, it is like being alive.”

The stockier vampire settled back against the edge of the tub and raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “You find getting scalded erotic?”

“Bien sûr!” Jean-Claude said, laughing at Asher as he sunk under the water, wetting his hair and resurfacing a moment later.

“Tu êtes étrange, mon ami.”

“Alors, nous sommes des âmes-soeurs les bons amis!” Jean-Claude returned, pulling the bath soap towards him. “Shall I scrub your back?”

Asher’s eyes rekindled, glowing like pale blue fire. “You can scrub more than just my back,” he replied, raising his eyebrow suggestively.

“Wonderful, turn around.”

Asher turned and faced the wall, presenting his unmarred back towards Jean-Claude and for once, didn’t worry about why it was his back that his lover wanted to see instead of the front. Then Jean-Claude’s hands were touching him, slick with lathered soap and slipping over his skin, and Asher stopped thinking about anything at all except the strong fingers that dug into his muscles, kneading them, before soothingly running over them.

‘This is heaven,’ Asher thought resting his head against the cool tile of the wall.

The water lapped around his waist as Jean-Claude continued his ministrations. Jean-Claude smiled at Asher’s groan of pleasure and decided to turn his touch into something much more teasing in an attempt to arouse the vampire before him into new heights of pleasure.

Using his ardeur, he brushed it metaphysically across Asher’s skin, letting it mingle, caress, wrap around, and retreat. While focusing his ardeur on Asher, he also ran his hands over every inch of Asher skin before focusing on the golden vampire’s steely thighs.

“No more, please,” Asher begged, gripping the edge of the bath.

‘It was too much! Too much!’ he thought hazily, arching away from the raven haired vampire.

“Ride it, mon chardonneret,” Jean-Claude whispered in Asher’s ear. “Or better still ride me.”

Taking Asher’s heartfelt groan as a declaration of agreement, Jean-Claude used his hands to position Asher over his straining cock, and with a few deft twists of his fingers in Asher’s hole readied the vampire for his possession. Jean-Claude’s fingers wrapped around the base of his own cock and steered it inside Asher as his lover pressed downwards and soon he was wrapped inside warm clenching flesh.

Twin groans issued from them as Asher accepted Jean-Claude’s hard cock.

“Mon Dieu, you’re as tight as ever!” Jean-Claude hissed in surprise, gripping Asher’s thighs to still his movements. “Possibly tighter than before!”

Asher laughed huskily, taking Jean-Claude’s hands in his own and holding them against his chest. “Let me ride you.”

“Oui, oui, anything you say,” Jean-Claude gasped, arching upwards.

The water sloshed violently against the sides of the tub as they moved against each other until Jean-Claude cried out, coming inside of his lover as he gripped the sides of the tub, cracking the porcelain. As he came, he thrust the ardeur into Asher who immediately tensed and cried out, though he showed no physical signs of release.

Jean-Claude collapsed backwards, bringing Asher with him. The older vampire settled himself comfortably against his lover’s chest and closed his eyes in an attempt to catch his bearings. Slight hands wrapped around his sturdy frame, holding him close.

The water was cool and the Christmas music long stopped by the time they finished washing up between loving touches and passionate kisses. Jean-Claude was visibly aroused again, when he pulled the plug and got out.

“We need to find Jason,” he said decisively as Asher climbed out of the tub accepting the towel Jean-Claude handed him.

Wickedly, Asher cupped his lover’s erection and leaned forward stealing another kiss before saying, “My sentiments exactly, mon corbeau, and oh by the way Joyeux Noël.”
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