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Sonata	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asher leaned in the doorway, watching as Jean-Claude sat at the bench of his grand piano. Something in the Master of the City looked broken and Asher felt his heart twist. Today had been Jean-Claude’s birthday and he’d asked Anita to share it with him…. To share him with Asher for dinner and dancing after. Now Jean-Claude sat at the piano, the broken stem of a red rose being twirled between long fingers as his ebony curls fell in his face. His clothes seemed wilted instead of the pressed perfection that was normally Jean-Claude. An hour ago, Asher had been readying himself for the date. While contemplating wearing his hair back or down Jason had entered his room to tell him that Anita had canceled the date without so much as a happy birthday to Jean-Claude. Non. Instead she was going to stay home with Micah. Now it seemed that his friend had given up. "Mon Ami?"

Jean-Claude looked up in the candle lit room, the flickering light reflecting off of the gleaming midnight of the piano. "Asher."

"I will not insult you by asking what is wrong, Mon Ami." The blonde vampire shook his head, watching as Jean-Claude sighed and faced the ivory keys before him. "It has been a long time since you came to this room, Mon Ami."

The dark-haired vampire shook his head. "It has been a long time, Mon Chardonneret, since I have not lied to myself... and one who lies to himself cannot make music."

Asher watched as Jean-Claude moved. His love had always been one of the best piano players that Asher had known in his many years. He could play a modern piece like ‘Chopsticks’ and turn it into a work of art. Then Jean-Claude began to play. Within a measure, Asher recognized Beethoven’s ‘Pathétique’. Time melted away as he listened, watching Jean-Claude’s fingers fly across the keys. From the moment he had seen Jean-Claude caress the keys he had insisted that Jean-Claude did not ‘play’ music…Non, he breathed it. Bringing the music to life in such harmony it would draw tears from stone angels.

Halfway through the piece, Jean-Claude shifted into Moonlight Sonata and Asher could not help the wry quirk of his lips. The younger vampire had always held a love for Beethoven with Mozart a close second. The transition was seamless, effortless, as was the next change to ‘Für Elise’.

Asher himself could play the piano, but his music in comparison to Jean-Claude’s was hollow... utterly empty. Stepping closer to him he realized that Jean-Claude was absolutely absorbed in his music… lost. With his eyes closed the force of emotion worked its way through him, bringing his head down and his fingers flying faster across the keys. The beauty of the notes enthralled Asher and he joined Jean-Claude, living through the music…for the music.

The last note hung in the air, and it was as if the piano itself held its breath, waiting to see if the beautiful vampire seated before it would pour more of his soul into it. Jean-Claude stared at the keys, swallowing before he turned his head to face Asher. "In five hundred years, I have loved more than any man has a right to. I am shamed to say that, while Juliana was one of them, I have never loved her as completely as I have this instrument... or you, Mon Chardonneret. Nor, in my maddened chasing of Anita, have I loved her more than the joy I feel by simply pressing a series of keys in a code only a true musician can understand."

Asher frowned as Jean-Claude spoke, keeping his emotions carefully hidden. His old lover however knew him far too well for that.

"Ah, and I see that once again I have been clumsy with my words." Jean-Claude stood, a small, heart-wrenching smile on his face that touched Asher deeply. "You see, Mon Chardonneret, I meant that I have loved you above all things... including my music. And if you will have me, I shall prove it to you."

Jean-Claude moved closer and something within Asher seemed to break open. His breath caught at the sensation as the dark-haired vampire came so close that they nearly touched.

"No more chasing a child’s dream. I stand before you…my heart…my music… and I am offering you the only thing I have left. Myself. Without you, Mon Amour, I would not have a note in my soul... Because it is you that fills me and puts the music there." Jean-Claude’s eyes were nearly black as he met Asher’s gaze. "I lied to myself, Asher. I told myself that Anita could be my music...would be my music. But every note I played in that ruse of a relationship fell flat."

"What are you saying, Jean-Claude?" Asher’s tone was quiet. "That it is over between you and Anita and that you will no longer allow her to come between us?"

"Oui, Mon Chardonneret... That is exactly what I mean."

Jean-Claude had hardly finished his sentence before Asher’s mouth was covering his own in a kiss that was beyond description. The lovers grieved together for the time they had lost and rejoiced in the renewal of the relationship that had grown into a stronger love. Lust, passion and frustration filled them as their lips entwined and their bodies strained closer to one another.

Clothing seemed to melt away with each touch. The past was nothing compared to the strength of their feelings and the need to make the music live. Asher’s hands slid along Jean-Claude’s bare back as he moved to rain kisses along his neck, jaw and shoulders, Jean-Claude’s head tossed back in an ebony spill of curls over his shoulders. Never had Asher seen a more beautiful sight.

Lifting Jean-Claude, Asher set him on the piano, smirking at the frustrated look on his lover’s face before kissing it away. "Je te bois yeux..." He smoothed a hand over Jean-Claude’s torso, indeed drinking in the vampire before him with his eyes before he bent his head once more, kissing the other man.

Jean-Claude moaned at the touch as his own hands caressed Asher in return, seeking the other vampire’s nipples. As Asher pushed him to lay flat on the piano he pulled Jean-Claude’s hands away from him. Kissing the palms, Asher raised them above Jean-Claude’s head. "Stay, Mon Amour...Je t’embrasse partout." At the frown on Jean-Claude’s face, Asher laughed softly. "It is your birthday and I want to make love to you... You may play later... After all, we shall be together forever now."

This made Jean-Claude smile, and he relaxed against the obsidian wood... until Asher ducked his head and pulled one pale, rosy nipple into his mouth as his fingers began to rub teasing circles on Jean-Claude’s hip. Then Jean-Claude was arching up into his caresses, begging for more in a stream of French. The golden vampire sucked and licked, letting his fangs scrape teasingly along Jean-Claude’s skin as he moved slowly across to the other nipple.

Jean-Claude ached with the need to be filled, to have Asher touch his hardness... to take Asher’s own hardness into himself. He wanted to taste the other vampire in this eternal dance, but... He would have to wait for that. Asher had other plans, and was taking his sweet time. Jean-Claude almost cried in relief as Asher began making his way down Jean-Claude’s chest, tonguing the indentation that was his navel before tracing the line of his hips.
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When Jean-Claude was writhing on top of the piano, begging, Asher shifted, pushing his legs apart to caress and lick at the satiny smooth skin that connected the inner thigh to the body, his hair and face brushing Jean-Claude’s throbbing length. He knew this would drive Jean-Claude all the more crazy and took a moment to appreciate his lover’s beauty in the heat of passion before finally taking mercy on the other man and skimmed his tongue over the velvety flesh before pulling his length into his mouth.

"Asher!" Jean-Claude nearly sobbed his name, begging for release as Asher gathered some of the moisture from his mouth onto his finger and used it to ease the way into Jean-Claude’s tight entrance.

The blonde vampire pulled back for a moment, licking a droplet from the tip of Jean-Claude’s member and closing his eyes in pleasure before once again taking the dark vampire’s length into his mouth. His fingers brushed Jean-Claude’s sac as he gently eased another finger into him, loosening him.

He was almost lost until he felt Jean-Claude approaching his peak. Asher pulled back and quickly spat into his palm, spreading it along his freely weeping member. Positioning himself, they both moaned in pleasure as he slowly worked his way inside. Covering Jean-Claude’s mouth with his, Asher gave the other vampire a moment before he started to move, his hand reaching down to stroke Jean-Claude’s hardness in unison with his thrusts.

Their loving could have lasted minutes... hours... even days, but this was irrelevant as they touched and caressed each other, their bodies moving through the ancient dance in well practiced harmony.

Feeling Jean-Claude’s peak approaching once more, Asher broke the kiss to watch as his lover came, spilling himself onto Asher’s hand and their chests. Groaning, and thrusting deeply, Asher followed him into completion. "Happy birthday, Amante de Moi. Je t’aime."

Dawn came, and so did Anita. She stood stunned at the sight of the two lovers wrapped around each other in Jean-Claude’s bed. A note and a wilted, broken rose rested on the night stand, her name in a careless scrawl across the envelope. Her throat caught as she read the letter.

Anita,

Merci. You have given me the best present I could have ever asked for on my birthday- the freedom to love Mon Chardonneret, my music. I hope you enjoyed yourself with Micah, and that you will continue to do so.
Au revoir,
~Jean-Claude

It hardly took a glance at them to know what the Master of the City had meant, and Anita knew there was no questioning it. They were gone. Lost to each other. It seemed that Jean-Claude had gotten what he truly wanted after all.

Author's Note: Thank you to Demeter, for taking time out of her busy schedule to beta this, which is in fact a birthday gift, however late, to mboa, who has been a great friend to me. Happy Birthday, Doc, and thank you to all those who read.

Btw, late addition, but props to Red for the title, and to Demeter for the chapter title. This is it, ladies and gents. One shot.

Also posted on PDS, where the aforementioned people are located.
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