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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Misty bit her lip as she paused in the door. "Forrest, are you sure-"

He turned to her, nodding. "It'll be fine, Princess. I promise." They stood in the door to the club, and he met her gaze in the half-dark.

She swallowed. "Why princess?"

He smiled slightly, "Because you remind me of one."

She blinked. "But-"

"Come on... I'll introduce you to Aahz and everyone before the club opens."

"Oh. Okay." She licked her lips, letting him lead her inside.

Forrest took her hand again, and he paused in the middle of the hall, knocking on one of the several doors.

"Jean-Claude! Someone's at the door!" A female voice emerged along with the sound of shuffling.

Misty bit her lip, stepping behind Forrest.

"Oui, Ma Joli." The older vampire's voice neared the door, "I noticed." Jean-Claude opened the door and smiled. "Ah. Forrest."

"Hey, Jean-Claude."

Aahz poked her head out, smoothing her shirt down. "Hey, Woody."

Misty chewed at her lip, wishing she could hide.

Forrest smiled, "Hey, Aahz. I want you to meet someone."

Jean-Claude quirked a brow, "You have brought someone with you?"

Aahz smiled, "Ah... Lover, are you blind? See that platinum blonde hair?"

Misty blushed, stepping out from behind Forrest. "Hello. Misty Malone." She offered her hand.

Jean-Claude chuckled, "Perhaps I am, Ma Joli. As you kindly pointed out, it seems my age is catching up with me." He took Misty's hand, and brushed his lips chastely over her knuckles, "Bonjour."

She swallowed. "Nice to meet you."

Aahz took her hand next. "I'm Aahz. That... was Jean-Claude. He's getting up there in age... you'll have to forgive him."

Misty smiled. "Ah."

"Ma Joli, you will understand one day..." The French vampire's voice was gently teasing.

Forrest smiled, "Misty's going to watch tonight, that's okay, right?"

"Oui, Forrest. It is fine." Jean-Claude nodded.

Aahz nodded. "Of course."

Misty blushed a bit. "I've never been to one of these before..."

"I am nearly certain you will enjoy yourself, Mademoiselle." Jean-Claude smiled.

Forrest looked over at Aahz, "Okay, Miss PA, how many sets do I have tonight?"

"Two, if you can swing it. Have you fed?"

Misty blushed darker.

Forrest rubbed her back, nodding. "Would I come to work without a circulating bloodstream?"

If Jean-Claude noticed Misty's discomfort, he didn't comment on it. "Oui, I seem to remember several occasions..."

Aahz sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Kitty and Jason might be a bit late."

"Kitty? I thought this was a club with male workers..."

Jean-Claude chuckled, "It is. Ma Joli has nicknamed many of our strippers. Nathaniel is Kitty, non?"

Forrest grinned, "Yeah. Why are Nate and Puppy going to be late?"

Misty blushed as Aahz smiled. "Well... Kitty's buying Jess flowers... and Puppy's last thong got ripped somehow, so he's short on the costumes."

Forrest blinked, "Why is Kitty getting Jess flowers?"

Jean-Claude smiled, "Nathaniel and Jessica have recently become engaged. It was a... dramatic affair."

"Ah."

Aahz laughed. "She fainted."

Misty bit her lip, leaning into Forrest.

He wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her temple, "Alright, I'll talk to you guys later. Wait... Aahz, do you have another copy of my set schedule? I can't seem to find the last one..."

"Of course. I always make at least three copies of yours." Aahz teased, turning into the office.

Misty bit her lip again. "This one was probably my fault."

Jean-Claude raised a brow, "How so, Mademoiselle?"

"I... did his laundry. I sort of forgot to check his pockets and there was a paper that..."

Forrest blinked, "Oh yeah... I forgot to thank you for that." He smiled.

Jean-Claude's lips twitched as Aahz came back, "I see."

"For ruining your paper?" Misty frowned as Aahz handed Forrest one similar to the one she'd destroyed.

"No, for the laundry." He took the sheet of paper, and glanced over it. "Mmkay... Thanks Miss PA, I'll try to keep this one."

Aahz rolled her eyes. "Miss PA indeed."

Misty smiled. "Better than what he calls me."

"You don't like it?" Forrest's lips quirked into a smile.

Jean-Claude shook his head, excusing himself from the conversation and moving back into Aahz's office.

"Well... I don't mind it. I just think your... impression... is wrong."

Aahz bit her lip. "Well... Misty, it was nice meeting you. I'll see you later tonight, I'm sure."

Forrest nodded, "See you later, Aahz."

Misty smiled as the door shut. "They're nice."

Forrest nodded, smiling down at her, "Yeah. They're great."

Misty hugged him, sighing. "Mm."

He wrapped both his arms around her, "Are you alright, Princess?"

"Yeah. Just a little headache." She smiled at him. "It's okay."

"Okay." He smiled slightly back, "We've got a bit before anyone else gets here, unless Alex and Robert are around. Jess might be here as well, but I doubt it."

"Ah." She brushed her lips over his. "I thought this would be tacky. I'm sorry."

He shrugged, pulling her closer to him, "Most strip clubs are."

"Oh." She smoothed his hair. "You're so dark compared to me..."

He chuckled softly, "Yeah... not even death has gotten rid of the dark complexion. I do, however, like you just the way you are."

She smiled. "Good... because I don't tan. I get lobster red."

"Hmm... I don't think red would match your hair, or eyes." He smiled back, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"So I shouldn't wear red... alright." She pressed her lips to his for a moment before pulling back. "Will you show me around?"

"Of course." He pulled back, taking her hand again, "And you could wear red, with the right make up. The color just doesn't suit some people."

"Hmm... like that red teddy Mom bought me, hoping I'd find a nice lad to wear it for..."

He swallowed, leading her into the main area of the club, "Do I get to see that at some point?"

"Hmm... I don't know..." She smiled. "Not right away of course... but... maybe. Your chances will help if you buy me dinner at some point."

"I'll remember that." He grinned, squeezing her hand. "Have you got a curfew tonight, Princess?"

"Nope." She licked her lips. "But I do owe you..."

"So you say." He tried valiantly to keep all not-quite-appropriate thoughts from his head.

"Mmhmm... I repay my debts, Forrest."

"I believe you, Princess."

She smiled. "Good." She leaned up, kissing the soft spot behind his ear.

He shivered, looking down at her, "If I'm 'good' now, when do I rank a 'great'?"

"Don't know yet if you will." She smirked.

He mock pouted, "Now that's mean..."

"Not mean... honest..." She ran her tongue along his lower lip. "Careful... a birdie could leave a surprise there..."

He swallowed, dark eyes meeting hers again, "Careful... you might get more than you bargained for..." He ignored the mirror of his words, ignoring also the drop in his voice.

Misty stilled, shivering. "You'll see it."

"See what?"

She tsked. "Such a short memory..."

"Mm... it's one of my traits." He smiled slightly, "Are you going to help me remember?"

"Red..."

His smile spread slowly, "Is that a promise, Princess?"

"Mm. If you're nice... I might even be wearing it."

His eyebrows rose, "Oh really?"

She laughed softly. "I'll wear it for you... I just don't know when."

He smiled, leaning down and brushing his lips over her pulse. "I won't argue."

She shivered. "Al...alright."

"WOODY!"

Forrest straightened, grinning at a short blonde man. "Puppy!"

Jason bounced over to them, smiling widely, "Hey Woody, where've you been?"

"Not here, Pup." Forrest laughed, and Jason's eyes lighted on Misty. "Jason, this is Misty. Misty, this is Jason."

"Hello." She smiled at the blond man before she saw the other man approaching in the shadows. "Again... hello."

Asher nodded. "Bonjour."

Forrest smiled, "Asher, Misty. Misty, Asher."

Jason grinned at his new lover, then turned back to Misty, "Hi."

"Well." She blushed. "I'm not sure what to say..."

Asher laughed softly, pulling Jason to him. "Ah... you are intimidating her, Mon Loup."

Misty frown. "Loup... that's... wolf... and you're blond... blue eyes... Jason... AH! You're the one!"

Jason wrapped his arms around Asher's waist, cocking his head and blinking at Misty. "Which one?"

Forrest blinked at first Asher, then Jason, before his face split into a grin.

"The one Mel was going on about." Misty smiled. "You're seducing my 14 year old sister."

Asher laughed. "Mon Loup... but I thought-"

"Oh! Melissa!" Jason smiled, "Mel's great, but she's not my type."

Forrest smirked, "You're going for blonde's, then, Puppy?"

Jason grinned, "You betcha. No worries, though. Yours is safe. I've got mine."

Asher shook his head. "Indeed. But I like my ribs whole..."

Misty smiled. "She's got quite the crush on you. Insisted you defended her honor against some dark knight... Stephen? I think?"

Jason loosened his grip on Asher with a sheepish smile, "Steve? Oh yeah... We were playing around with some weeds and ended up having a sword fight."

Forrest shook his head, slipping an arm around Misty with a muttered "Dork" at Jason.

Misty poked him. "Hey! Be nice."

Asher laughed. "I would have liked to see that."

Forrest caught Misty's finger, laughing as well, "That was nice!"

Jason shivered, smiling up at Asher, "Mel thought it was funny, which was good, even if Stephen got dirt down my pants."

"Hm. I shall have to have a talk with him..." Asher frowned.

Misty pouted. "I used to love fighting with weeds.... playing with Mel."

Jason kissed his vampire's shoulder, "Don't worry about it." He glanced over at Misty and Forrest, "So, do we have another couple in our midst?"

Forrest grinned.

Misty blushed, resting her head on the dark vampire's shoulder.

Asher smiled. "By the scent, it appears so... non?"

Forrest kissed Misty's temple, and looked over at Asher, "I need to talk to you soon. It's... odd."

Jason grinned, "Ooh... Woody's got something 'odd'."

Misty bit her lip. Odd. "Forrest is nearly perfect in everyway. What about yourself?"

Asher nodded. "Of course. We could do it now, if you like."

"Oh, I'm a self proclaimed odd person." Jason smiled cheekily.

Forrest nodded back, "Um... Are we going to talk about it here?"

"Is that a problem? We could always use Mon Ami's office. He is... how do you say... entertaining... Aahz."

Misty nodded. "No wonder you and Melissa get along."

Forrest smiled slightly, "It's... odd in a personal way? Kind of?"

Jason grinned, "That and I remember what it's like to be a newbie in the Pack. She's lucky she knows the head honchos."

Asher nodded. "Just us or...?"

Misty smiled. "I met... the librarian... what'd she call herself? L... something. But on the phone she said queen bitch... She was nice. As was the science teacher. Mind you, I'm guessing as the 'head honchos' they're a good bit different."

"Just us. I'm not sure exactly what this is, and... You understand, right?" Forrest glanced at Misty, then Jason.

"Grace and Rich? They're definitely something." Jason winked.

"Oui. Mon Loup? Please show Misty around."

Misty looked a bit uncertainly at Forrest.

Jason nodded, "Yes sir!"

Forrest leaned down, kissing her temple. "You'll be fine, Princess. Promise."

“Merci." Asher brushed his lips over Jason's temple. "I'll be back out to watch your set."

Misty swallowed, nodding. "Alright."

Jason smiled, and let his lover go. "'Kay."

Forrest let go of Misty, offering her a comforting smile.

"It was a pleasure, Misty." Asher inclined his head as they started for the office.

"You too..." She replied quietly.

Forrest followed the older vampire, glancing back at Misty only once before they rounded a corner. The last thing he saw was Jason slinging a companion-ish arm around her shoulder.

Asher frowned at the younger vampire. "You worry for her?"

"A bit." Forrest admitted as they reached the office.

"May I ask why?" Asher knocked, and, hearing no reply, entered.

"She's never been to any kind of club, and Jason's... he's got a big impression." Forrest followed him in.

"Oui... as do you." Asher sat on the desk. "Now... what can I help you with?"

"Okay, you know the effect your bite has when the person you're biting is rolled?"

"Oui..." Asher's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Well..." Forrest fidgeted slightly, "I rolled Misty earlier tonight... and my bite had the same effect, but it never has before."

Asher's face showed surprise. "Are you sure she does not just like the pain?"

Forrest smiled slightly, "I asked. She seemed rather insulted, so I figure she doesn't."

"And you are how old?"

"I've been dead under a decade." He avoided saying the number directly. Honestly, saying 'I'm six' was not his top priority.

"Hmm.... My... bite... did not develop to this point until I was around 60..."

Forrest blinked, "I'm only six, that's..." Wow.

"Very... impressive. You are going to be a very powerful Vampire, Forrest. Such a bite as this... it is the bite of a Master vampire." Asher shook his head. "I do not know what else to tell you."

Forrest rubbed his forehead, "But Master vampire's usually don't become Master's for nearly a century..."

"As I said... very powerful."

"Is there anything that could have caused it? This is hardly normal."

"I do not know." Asher shook his head. "Did you have any powers before you were turned?"

"Yes." Forrest nodded, "I was a warlock, but I haven't been able to get any magic or anything to work since I've died."

"But... the change should not have affected..." Asher frowned. "Merde..."

"What?"

"I do not know... unless this is what advanced you to a Master so quickly..."

Forrest sighed, "Dammit."

"Je suis désolé... I could not help..."

"It's fine, Asher. Thanks for helping me figure this out. It's..." He sighed again, "This means I'll have to talk to Jean-Claude, doesn't it?"

"Oui." Asher furrowed his brow. "You will not try to take the city, will you?"

"Are you kidding?" Forrest's eyes widened.

"Non. You have enough power."

"Jean-Claude can definitely keep the city. I... Fuck, I'd ruin it."

"Perhaps... perhaps not. Now.... shall we rescue your Mist from Mon Loup?" Asher smiled.

Forrest nodded, mind buzzing. He couldn't possibly be that powerful. Sure, he'd been a warlock, but that was firmly shoved in the past, where it belonged. He was a Master vampire at six. It was insane. "Yeah... Thanks again, Asher." Forrest offered the older vampire a slight smile.

"You're welcome, Forrest." Asher allowed the other vampire to exit first. Mon Dieu... Jean-Claude was going to have kittens.

Forrest immediately wrapped his arms around Misty when he reached her. This was too much. Fucking hell. He'd be lucky if Jean-Claude didn't kill him.

Jason's eyebrows raised, and he glanced at Asher.

She nearly jumped. "Forrest? What's wrong? Are you okay?" She wrapped her arms back around him as Asher shook his head at Jason as if to say, 'later'.

"I'm fine." He pressed his face into her neck, feeling oddly normal.

Jason nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. Hmm...

"Are you sure?" She let her lips brush against his skin.

"No." He shivered, shutting his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Still. I wish I could help." She rubbed his back.

Alex blinked as he came into the club, and caught a pointed glance from Jason. Okay... What the hell? Jason started towards Alex, and whispered something in the other stripper’s ear.

Forrest kissed her neck gently, and opened his eyes, "Me too." How exactly could this situation be helped?

Misty bit her lip, swallowing. “Will you be okay?”

Asher moved to the other strippers, feeling a bit bad for the other vampire.

"Probably." Forrest sighed, straightening, "I'll explain later, okay?"

Alex and Jason looked up at Asher's approach, and Jason smiled slightly.

"Mmkay." Misty pushed black hair back from Forrest's face, feeling closer to him already than she'd thought possible. Oh boy. "Am I staying until you leave or...?"

Asher wrapped his arms around the were, sighing. "Bonjour, Alex. How are you?" He inhaled the scent of his wolf, surprised that Alex also smelled of the same female. "Hm... tell me... who is this woman you both smell of? Alex... you smell as if she had marked you..."

Forrest shrugged, resting his hands on her hips, "It's up to you. I don't know when I'll be able to leave."

Alex blushed, and Jason saved him the embarrassment. "Alex has a girlfriend, remember? She's my neighbor."

Misty licked her lips. "Well... I can stay as late as you'd like. I'm actually off tomorrow. Traded pass days with a friend so she could be off for her husband's birthday."

Asher blinked. "Ah... I see. I thought you said all your neighbors were stuck up little... how do you say...? What was it you called them, Mon Loup?"

"Alright." Forrest smiled slightly, glancing at the three blonde men several yards away.

"Um... Stuck up little fucks, I think." Jason smiled cheekily at Alex, who rolled his eyes.

"You probably said that before you met all of them."

Jason stuck out his tongue in response.

"Your friends are very mature, Forrest." Misty shook her head. "But... if we're breaking into groups of blondes and brunettes... I should be over there."

"Mon Loup was complaining about his bathroom woes." Asher shook his head, smirking. "Non? He has visited many times to carry this much of her scent."

Forrest pouted, pulling her to him. "Nope. You get to stay with me."

Jason rolled his eyes, grinning, "Stupid bathroom's crap anyway. Mine, not Michele's."

Alex shook his head, "No Jason, crap's what goes in the bathroom, not what it's made of."

She shivered, biting her lip again. "Possessive much?" Not that she minded...

Asher laughed softly. "Indeed, Alex."

"Yes." Forrest kissed her temple, lips quirking faintly.

Jason shivered, leaning back against his vampire. "I'm being ganged up on... no fair."

"Ah." She smiled. "I like that in a... hm... what are you at the moment? Not a pillow..."

Asher smirked. "Oui... but it is fun..."

"Um... Your boyfriend, Master Vampire, lust bunny inspirer..."

Jason huffed jokingly, "Psh, some lover you are." He teased.

Misty swallowed. "Yeah... had to bring out the lust bunny bit, didn't you?"

Asher frowned. "I am an excellent lover."

"Maybe?" Forrest smiled slightly. Was she going to miss the Master neck-biter bit completely? He wasn't sure if he wanted her to notice it...

"I know, I was teasing." Jason looked up at Asher as Alex slipped quietly away.

She bit her lip. "Um. Question."

"Ah." Asher nodded. "Still. After 700 years I should be... non?"

"Answer?" Forrest looked down at her, swallowing.

Jason grinned, "And you are. Definitely."

She leaned up, brushing her lips over his. "How old are you? I mean... you look young and such but..."

"Merci... Mon Loup." Asher nuzzled the spot behind Jason's ear.

"Six." He kissed the corner of her mouth, "Kind of."

Jason shivered again, "You're welcome."

Misty blinked, then laughed. "I'm dating a six year old..."

Asher smiled, nibbling the wolf's ear.

Forrest poked her gently, smiling. "Kind of."

Jason bit his lip, swallowing.

Misty nipped his jaw. "Don't poke me... Neck-biter."

Asher sucked the lobe into his mouth, teasing his wolf further.

Forrest sighed, "Fine, fine..." He poked her again.

Jason whimpered softly, his hands curling around Asher's.

She scowled. "Brat. At least you don't know where I'm ticklish..."

Asher pulled back slowly, running his tongue along the shell of the were's ear. "Something wrong, Mon Loup?"

“Oh... you're ticklish?" Forrest grinned.

"No?" Jason shivered again, taking a shaky breath.

"You're a Master at six?" Misty winced at the look on his face. "Inner thighs... bum."

"You're sure?" Asher moved until he faced Jason fully. "Feels like it..."

Forrest sighed, aware that he had given her enough information to figure out at least part of it, "Suppose it's later, then."

Jason swallowed, looking up at Asher, "You're evil... in a good way..."

Misty shook her head. "Nope. I was trying to distract you... but I don't even think you heard me when I told you were I was ticklish..."

"Mmm... Merci. And you smell of lust and need, Mon Loup..."

Forrest blinked, "You told me where you're ticklish?"

"I wonder why..."

"Yup." She smirked.

"Mm... oui. Why on Earth would you smell of lust and need?" Asher pressed against his wolf.

"Really?" Forrest blinked again. Dammit! How could he miss that?

Jason's eyes shut, and he muffled a moan in Asher's shoulder, "Just a guess... You."

"Really, really." Misty leaned up, nipping his lower lip.

"Merci, Mon Loup." Asher smirked. "Might we visit a more private place?"

Forrest shivered, "Can you tell me again? Please?"

Jason nodded, "Yes..."

"Nope." She smirked. "If you don't feel like listening..."

Asher took his lover's hand, leading him towards 'a more private place'.

"Please? I'll be forced to find out my own way otherwise..." Forrest leaned down, kissing a line down her jaw.

Misty shivered. "You won't find them..."

"Them?" He nipped carefully.

"Mm... them..." She gripped his shoulders. "Forrest..."

"Mmhmm?"

"You're..." She bit her lip. "This... is a bit public-"

"Right... Sorry." He straightened again, looking slightly sheepish.

She blushed. "It's... just that my reaction is not so... secret with super noses all around... you know?" Misty pushed his hair back. "I mean... I enjoyed that... don't get me wrong... but..."

He smiled slightly, brushing a kiss over her lips, "I understand, Princess."

"Mm. Thank you." She smiled, green eyes dark.

"So... there's more than one ticklish spot?" He quirked a brow, smirking.

"Mm. They're close to each other."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm..." She licked her lips. "I should get a table or something?"

"Yeah..." He bit back another sigh, "I'll talk to you at my break, alright?" And maybe explain...

"Alright." She leaned up and brushed her lips over his. "Smile... okay? Not that you don't look good all broody but..."

His lips quirked, and he nipped gently at her bottom lip, "Okay... I'll see you in a bit, Princess." He let her go, stepping back.

She smiled. "Mm. Now... quick question..."

"Quick answer, then."

"I've only got a twenty... am I allowed to fish for change?"

He laughed, "Of course."

"Alright... that Jason won't mind..." She smirked, watching a scowl bloom on his face.

He shook his head, "Tease..."

"Uh huh... but so are you." She brushed a kiss over his jaw. "Alright... I'm going to sit down. People are starting to get here."

He nodded, brushing another kiss over her lips before turning and walking towards a door marked 'Staff Only'.

Misty sighed, watching him disappear before she sat at a table in the front. This was... crazy.

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Caleb nearly slipped as he climbed out of the shower, and steadied himself against the wall. He was starting tonight. He'd be stripping. Holy shit.

Gregory sighed, knocking on the door. "Caleb?”

"Can I come in? My brush is in there..."

"What? Oh. Yeah." Caleb stood, reaching for a towel to dry off with.

Gregory opened the door, peeking in. "Sorry. Just found a rat's nest in my hair..." He swallowed, staring at his lover's body. "Cale?"

Caleb rubbed at his hair with the towel, "Yep?"

"I was... wondering.... um..."

Caleb blinked, lowering the towel, "Wondering what?"

"Never mind." Gregory grabbed the brush, then turned to go.

"Greg... what?" Caleb frowned.

Gregory stilled, then turned to his lover. "It was stupid..."

Caleb's brow furrowed, and he moved towards Gregory, "What was it?"

"Why... why do you want me there so bad? I mean... I don't mind going... but you're good... I don't..." Gregory sighed. "I'm sorry."

Caleb bit his lip, "I just... I dunno. I haven't stripped for anyone but you for years and-"

Gregory brushed his lips over Caleb's. "Okay."

Caleb brushed his lips back of Gregory's, "Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me, Cale. I'd do near anything for you... you know that."

"Still." He kissed the corner of his lover's mouth.

Gregory swallowed. "Cale..."

"Yeah?"

"You're umm... naked."

Caleb looked down, and smiled slightly, "Looks like it."

"Smart ass." Gregory rolled his eyes, stepping back.

"Hey, I quite like my ass..." Caleb smiled, looking back at his lover.

"I'm sure you do."

"Do you not like my butt anymore, Greg?" Caleb gasped, pressing a hand over his heart.

"Nope. Not anymore." Gregory smirked.

Caleb pouted, "Damn..."

"Mmhmm..." Gregory watched as Caleb turned, presenting him with said butt. Damn. Gregory's pants tightened and he swallowed.

Caleb started to dry himself off, "Did it get bigger or something?" He ran a hand over his bum, "Doesn't feel any different..."

"Cale..."

"Greg?" Caleb turned, meeting his lover's darkened gaze. "Something wrong?"

"You know."

"Yeah, I do." Caleb smirked, stepping towards the other were.

Gregory swallowed, biting his lip.

Caleb ran his hand down Gregory's chest, "So... what do you want to do about your... problem?"

"Problem?"

His hand slid farther down, brushing against the bulge in Gregory's pants. "Not problem, really..."

Gregory shivered, "Caleb..."

"Mm?" Caleb cupped him through his pants, caressing gently.

Gregory nearly whimpered. "I..." He pressed his hips forward. "You're..."

Caleb smiled slightly, gripping carefully, "I'm...?"

"God... you know what you're doing to me..."

"'Course I do..." Caleb brushed his lips over Gregory's, fingers squeezing teasingly.

Gregory whimpered, nipping at his lover. Frustration and heat filling him.

Caleb kissed the corner of Gregory's mouth, unbuttoning Gregory's pants.

"Caleb... touch me... please..."

Caleb swallowed, pulling down the zipper, "Working on it..."

Gregory wrapped his fingers around his lover's member, feeling him and bringing his to full hardness.

Caleb bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut, "Greg..." He pushed his lover's pants down his hips.

"Mm? You feel good..."

Caleb's fingers curled around Gregory's member, "You do too..."

Gregory mewed low in his throat. "Please..."

Caleb blinked open his eyes, moving his hand slowly down to Gregory's base. He loved that sound...

Gregory shook, his hand tightening as he started to stroke the other were.

Caleb moaned, mimicking Gregory's movements with his hand.

Gregory covered his lover's mouth with his, pushing him towards the wall.

Caleb shivered as his back came into contact with the cool wall, parting his lips.

Gregory moved with Caleb's hand, his free hand teasing the other wereleopard's chest as he deepened the kiss.

Caleb eyes shut, and he groaned into Gregory's mouth. His hand tightened slightly on his lover's member, and he slid his other hand down Gregory's chest.

Gregory slid his tongue along Caleb's, his thumb tracing the hardened tip of the shaft in his hand.

Caleb pressed into Gregory's hand, his own sliding over the hook in Gregory's member.

Gregory broke the kiss, nipping down his lover's jaw, the bites there clearly before they began to fade.

Caleb whimpered softly, tilting his head to the side.

Gregory sucked the steady pulse into his mouth, his hands teasing.

"Greg..." Caleb moaned, back arching slightly.

"Mmm?" Gregory squatted down, teasing Caleb's pierced nipples... tugging on the hoops.

"Nev...never mind..." Caleb's eyes opened, and he bit his lip again.

"Tell me..."

"Feels..." Caleb swallowed.

Gregory sucked, his eyes questioning.

Caleb moaned, the sound low and raw.

Gregory shivered, switching to the other nipple.

Caleb swallowed, leaning his head back against the wall.

"Look at me, Caleb..." Gregory's tone was commanding, and Caleb's head lifted.

Caleb looked down at his lover, eyes dark with need.

Gregory nipped lower, teasing just above his lover's navel.

The muscles there tightened, and Caleb bit his lip harshly.

Gregory nipped again, jerking as he heard a noise in the hall. He fell backwards, startled by a coppery taste he knew was blood. Oh God... He'd...

Caleb's eyes widened and he hardly took the time to moan before he was kneeling next to Gregory. "Greg?"

"S...sorry. I... I jumped... I didn't mean to hurt you... I..." Gregory pressed a shaking hand to his mouth. "I... I'm sorry."

Caleb looked down, stopping a dribble of blood with his finger and bringing it to his mouth, "It's okay."

Gregory shook his head. "No... no. I... I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I'm... I'm not... I hurt you." He pulled his knees to his chest, pale eyes wide and glittering with tears and fear.

Caleb wrapped his arms around Gregory, cradling the other were carefully against his chest, "I'm fine, Greg... Promise." He rubbed his cheek over Gregory's, "Love you."

Gregory swallowed, tears spilling over. "Sorry." He looked at his lover. "I wouldn't... not on purpose."

Caleb kissed one of the tears away, tasting the salt. "I know..."

Gregory leaned into him. "You... you moaned?"

Caleb nodded, swallowing, "Yeah."

"But... I hurt you."

"It... it felt good."

Gregory frowned for a moment before licking his lips. "Show me?"

Caleb smiled slightly, kissing Gregory tenderly as he pushed his lover slowly back onto the bathroom floor.

Gregory shivered as his back met tile, resting his hands above his head as his legs stretched out.

Caleb trailed his mouth down Gregory's jaw, nipping gently - for the moment.

Gregory whimpered, tilting his head for his lover.

Caleb's hand moved back to Gregory's member, and he bit down a little more forcefully.

Gregory cried out, moaning for more. Holy fuck. Pain wasn't something they played with too much... mostly because of him... damn it felt good... he'd forgotten.

Caleb smiled against Gregory's skin, and his fingers gripped his lover's hard member securely. He increased the pressure of his teeth slightly, nearly biting hard enough to draw blood.

Gregory rocked his hips. "Caleb... please..."

Caleb's hand began to move, and he moved his mouth down to Gregory's collarbone.

Gregory shifted a hand to his lover's hair, biting his lip as he moaned again.

Caleb nipped a line across his lover's collarbone, his thumb brushing over Gregory's tip.

"I... Caleb... Please..."Gregory thrust up.

Caleb trailed his mouth down to Gregory's nipples, and he pulled one into his mouth.

Gregory cried out. "Please... please... I want... I want you... in me... please?"

Caleb swallowed, biting down on the sensitive nub carefully. Hmm...

Gregory whimpered, swallowing. He was aching...

Caleb let the nub go, licking it soothingly.

"Caleb?" Need stretched Gregory's tone thin.

"Mmhmm...?" Caleb looked up at Caleb, fingers teasing his lover's member.

"Please? I... want you. Please?"

Caleb swallowed, licking his lips, "How do you want to do this?"

"Just... want you to... take me..."

Caleb nodded, standing and offering a hand to Gregory. "I've got an idea..."

Gregory took it, shakily getting to his feet.

Caleb crouched, tugging Gregory's pants further down.

"Caleb...?"

"Step out of these, please."

Gregory balanced himself on his lover's shoulders as he lifted one foot at a time.

Caleb tossed the pants away from them, and kissed Gregory's tip before standing.

Gregory gasped, shaking.

Caleb positioned his lover against the wall so that his back was facing him. Caleb swallowed, sliding his hands over Gregory's bum.

"But... officer... I was only speeding.... is a strip search necessary?" Gregory shifted, bracing his hands on the wall above his head as he looked over his shoulder.

"I hear it's your second or third offence... It's necessary..." Caleb smiled, nipping at Gregory's shoulders.

Gregory shivered. "Oh... oops? I'm sorry? Does that help?"

"No... I'll have to take you in..." Caleb looked around, grabbing the spare bottle of lubricant from the top of the toilet, "Or I might just go in..."

"Sir... I... I'll never do it again..." God... Caleb... hurry...

Caleb unscrewed the bottle, pouring some out into his hand to warm it up. "I don't think that'll be enough..."

"What can I do, Sir?" Gregory bit his lip, resting his forehead against his arm.

Caleb spread the lube down his fingers, "I'm sure we can think of suitable payment..."

"P...payment? I'll do anything... Sir..."

Caleb slid his fingers down to Gregory's entrance, "Anything?"

Gregory swallowed back a whimper. "An... anything."

Caleb pushed a finger inside, "Like...?"

"Ah!" Gregory cried out. "Sir... oh... I... what... what do you want?"

Caleb moved his finger slowly, "God, Greg... I want you..."

"I... I know... want you too..."

Caleb bit his lip, adding another finger, "That can be arranged..."

Gregory's hips jerked, and he pressed back on his lover's fingers. "Please..."

Caleb stretched his lover's entrance, pulling his fingers free a moment later, "Yes..."

"Caleb... hurry..." Gregory swallowed, looking over his shoulder as Caleb stroked the lube over his member.

Caleb swallowed, pulling his hand away from himself. That felt good, but Gregory would feel better.

"Cale... please..." Gregory bit his lip.

Caleb pressed against Gregory's entrance, "Please tell me that means you're ready... I can't wait..."

"I... I'm ready. Take..." Caleb pressed in and Gregory moaned loudly.

Caleb bit Gregory's shoulder to muffle his own moan. God, he felt like heaven...

"Hu... huge... Damn..." Gregory shifted his hips.

Caleb sucked on the bite, one hand resting on Gregory's hip, and the other sliding down to his lover's member as he began to move.

"Ah!" Gregory whimpered. "Please... oh God..."

Caleb moved his mouth, biting down on his lover's other shoulder, thrusting into him slowly as he did so.

Gregory dropped his head forward, pressing backwards with Caleb. "Cale... harder... please... beg... begging..."

Caleb increased the pressure of his bite, thrusting in harder as his hand began to move on Gregory's member.

"Feel so... agh..."

Caleb pulled his mouth back as the copper taste of blood spread over his tongue. He cursed, licking at the wound. His hips paused their movement, and he swallowed. Shit.

"Please... don't... don't stop. Caleb?" Gregory swallowed.

Caleb kissed Gregory's neck, moving his hips again, "I'm sorry... It..." He bit his lip.

Gregory stilled. "Did... did I do something wrong?"

"No... I made you bleed..." Caleb brushed his lips over the already healing bite.

"Did I forget to moan? Do it again... I'll make sure I do..." Gregory shivered.

Caleb swallowed, licking the last of the blood away, "I didn't mean to make you bleed..."

"Still felt good..."

Caleb nodded slowly, "Okay..." He thrust slowly into Gregory again, moving his hand on his lover's member.

"Cale..." Gregory whimpered, stilling before pushing back harder. "Fuck... oh... again... again..."

Caleb bit carefully at Gregory's neck, thrusting into Gregory, moving his hand in time with his thrusts. He muffled a moan in his lover's neck. Damn.

Gregory pressed back harder, his member weeping greatly.

Caleb's thumb brushed over Gregory's tip, spreading the moisture down his length.

Gregory whimpered. "Please...?"

Caleb let go of Gregory's neck, thrusting into him again, "Tell me what you want, Greg..."

"You... you..." Gregory bit his lip. "Harder...?"

Caleb thrust harder into him, his hand moving to match the pace. "Like... that?"

"YES!"

Caleb continued the rhythm, pleased that he was pleasing his lover.

It wasn't long until, with the brushing up against that magic button inside of him, that Gregory approached his orgasm.

Caleb thrust slightly harder into his lover, thumb spreading the moisture from Gregory's tip again. "Greg..."

"I... I..." Gregory began to tighten around his lover, quickly giving into the spasms that beckoned.

Caleb moaned loudly, hips bucking as he came with Gregory.

Gregory leaned forward, panting.

Caleb rested his forehead against Gregory's shoulder, struggling to catch his breath. "Love... you..."

"Mm... love you too." Gregory let his eyes slide shut.

Caleb pulled slowly out of Gregory, and kissed his lover's neck gently. "Does this mean we need to shower?"

"Mm. I don't like walking with my ass greased... sorry." Gregory laughed softly.

Caleb forced a pout, "But it makes cool noises..."

"Do I need to beat you?"

"Ooh... Yes please."

Gregory turned, smacking his lover's ass. “Happy?"

Caleb shifted, purring, "Mm... getting there..."

"Oh... officer... you like spanking?"

"Preferably handcuffed..."

"But... I don't have any..." Gregory pouted, then grinned. "Can I borrow yours?"

Caleb turned to face Gregory, "Of course... I think I left them in the other room..."

Gregory swallowed. "But... when do you have to be at work?"

"Um... seven."

"And it's... what time now?"

Caleb glanced at the clock next to the mirror, "Five thirty two. Ish."

"I don't think we have time."

"Damn..."

"It's just... the club is... not so close."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry." Greg bit his lip.

"It's not your fault." Caleb swallowed, "Just... yeah."

"Let's get a shower, okay?"

"Okay." Caleb pulled open the shower, watching Gregory step inside before following.
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