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Night Moves	By : xevaral Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Night Moves, part three.

“Orange juice, please.” Ethan took a seat on one of the many vacant bar stools. The crowd wasn’t interested in alcohol for the moment. No, they were far too interested in the barely dressed blonde stripper who was performing moves that didn’t even seem possible.

“Are you sure you can handle it, pal?” The bartender flashed his fangs and let out a soft chuckle.

Ethan would have laughed, but he didn’t care to, not right now. His session with Anita went well, but it wasn’t good enough. He needed more background if he wanted to get this thing wrapped up relatively quick. Or as quick as possible. Despite how well the session went, he still had several more to go through before he could start the group sessions.

“One glass of orange juice.” Ethan nodded his thanks to the bartender and took a drink. The citrus burned down his throat; he welcomed the burn, and savored the wondrous taste. He didn’t like alcohol, didn’t like the effects of it. Ethan preferred control over anything. The few times that he allowed himself to lose control over alcohol, or anything really, he hated it afterwards. Therapists would consider that dangerous. Well, he was a therapist and he didn’t give a damn.

“Excuse me, Dr. Jones.” The blonde, greeting girl walked up to him. She was wearing a normal T-shirt and some blue jeans. It was a lot different from the usual S and M attire that he normally saw her in. She was probably about to go home, off for the rest of the night. “Jean-Claude wanted to know if you could squeeze another session in for tonight.”

Ethan was already feeling a little tired. The session with Anita was, well, tiring. Yes, that would be the best word for it. “When?”

“An hour, maybe an hour and a half.”

“Yes, that’s fine.” With that said, he watched her leave the club. Why did he say yes? He didn’t know. He did know that he didn’t want to stay in St. Louis for longer than what was needed. The faster he goes through the one on one sessions the quicker he can get to the group meetings. On the other hand, he was tired, real tired.

Ethan left a tip for the bartender, and left the public area of the club. Maybe he could get a nap before his next meeting. An hour and a half should be enough to get him semi-refreshed. He was in his office now; the dim lights caused him to trip over a few small furniture pieces in the room. Ethan thought about putting his glasses on, but decided not to since he was going to take a nap.

It was a great opportunity to try out the velvet couch in the corner. He welcomed the slick, soft texture that engulfed him as he lay down. The lights were still on, but they were so dim it didn’t matter. To him it was pitch black. At this point nothing was going to keep him a wake, he was so tired.

He could hear a scuffle of an object moving beside him. The noise brought him out of his sleep. It had been a good sleep, one of those deep ones where one wouldn’t think to ever wake up. Ethan opened his eyes to see what it was. He thought he could see blonde hair, but he wasn’t positive without his glasses.

“Oh, you’re awake.” It was a male voice. The voice almost sounded teasing, and not because of his nap. It was more of a sexual teasing than anything else. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay.” Ethan started to grab for his glasses. They were usually tucked at the top of his shirt, but they weren’t there now. He felt around his chest for them. Apparently the man thought it was funny because he was letting out soft chuckles. Ethan couldn’t see a thing and he wanted his glasses damnit.

“Are you looking for these?” The teasing voice was closer now, a little too close for Ethan’s liking. He could only assume that the man was referring to his glasses. Ethan felt around the male’s hand for them and soon found them. He quickly put them on. Now, he could see the man. Ethan was right; he was a blonde, an attractive one with blue eyes. He was a little short though, around Anita’s height. He was too short for Ethan’s liking. The man smiled at him, no fangs showing, “I’m Jason.” He extended his hand out for a shake and Ethan returned the gesture. “I’m supposed to have a meeting with you.”

Ah. “Yes, yes.” He left the velvet couch and walked over to his desk. Ethan tried, without being noticed, to straighten out his clothing. His shirt and trousers were a little wrinkled, not much, but too much for his liking. “I apologize for finding me asleep on the couch.”

“Hey, that’s okay. If you were tired you were tired.” Jason grinned at him charmingly. It came off as though he spent more than a couple of hours in the mirror working on that very grin. Jason was good looking and he knew it. Ethan could also tell that he was a flirt. He didn’t mind, flirts were nice. Jason was a big improvement over Anita. Hopefully, this meeting wouldn’t take as long.

“Please sit down.” Jason sat without any arguments. Much better than Anita. Ethan took the opportunity to sit in his chair, all while trying to pretend that he wasn’t being watched.

“You’re young. A lot younger than I what I thought you would be. I was expecting an old guy,” he chuckled. Jason seemed to be a nice guy so far. If he was even a guy. He was probably a vampire.

“I get that a lot, actually.” According to others, it was unusual for a therapist, especially one who had such a highly regarded reputations such as his, to be as young as he was. “I’m older than what most think I am.”

Jason smiled that charming smile; his eyes looked as though they lit up for just a moment, “How old are you then?”

“Twenty-eight.” He let out a chuckle, as though he couldn’t believe it. “I was very ambitious in school.”

Another chuckle, “It seems so.” Jason looked young, but Ethan wasn’t the best at judging ages. As if knowing what he was thinking, “I’m twenty-one.” Ah, he was young.

Enough of the chit chats, though. Ethan needed to move along, try to wrap things up as quickly as possible so he could get back to the hotel room and get some rest. “Tell me about yourself, Jason. What type of an involvement do you have with Jean-Claude or Anita Blake?”

He hesitated, looked up with teasing eyes, and then smiled the charming smile once more. Ethan had to give him some credit. He was good, very good. “Well, for starters, I’m a stripper here at the club.” After he said that, Ethan soon realized that the blonde hair beauty that was doing the impossible dance moves an hour ago was Jason. He was impressed, as far as his dancing was concerned. It did nothing but improve Jason’s charm, as well. “I’m Jean-Claude’s pomme de sang.”

“Wait. What is that?” Ethan recalled the name before, probably from his previous client, but he never found out what the term meant. It sounded sexual, and there was no doubt that it probably was.

“Basically, I’m his little pet that he feeds off of.” Jason smiled and then continued, “Lycans have better blood than humans. A vampire can feed on us less than what they would have to on a human and the blood gives more of a kick, as well.” Without having to ask the question, he answered it for him, “I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh.” That explained the humanly impossible dance moves that he performed earlier that night. It also explained why he didn’t have fangs. Ethan could have sworn that he was a vampire. Of course, he was far from being an expert when it came to vamp… stuff. “Well, uh, go on then.” Ethan decided that it was his turn to smile his professional smile, in hopes of Jason not returning it with another one of his charming ones. He failed miserably. Instead, the smile just fed more bait to him.

“I know Anita because she is the lupa of my pack.” He let out a laugh for a moment, “It was an accident, her becoming the lupa. The alpha of the pack, Richard, won’t have anything to do with her.” Jason leaned forward a little bit and lowered his voice, “She’s not a very good lupa.” Then he let out another laugh. “She is cute, though. If you like the tough girl type. Me, I like all types.”

“You like women?” The question seemed ridiculous when it came out. Ethan didn’t mean to say it aloud. He just thought Jason was gay.

“Oh, yeah. I love them.” Jason paused for a moment. He was trying to study the look on Ethan’s face. Ethan thought it was fairly obvious: Surprise.

“You let Jean-Claude feed off of you, though. I can’t see a heterosexual male letting a male vampire feed off of them.”

“Oh, I like sex. I love sex.” Jason laughed again, clearly amused by the conversation, “Have you ever been fed off of?”

“No,” Ethan replied. The movies do make the… feeding… look as though it was a sexual thing, but he never saw it as such. Well, he never met a real vampire until a couple of months ago either. He didn’t have a clue of what it actually looked like in real life.

“It is probably the closest thing to sex.” The way he said sex was teasing and dangerous sounding at the same time. “I don’t know if I would consider myself to be a bisexual, necessarily. All the vampires around here are men; Jean-Claude likes it that way. Well, a werewolf gets used to being fed off of male vampires, and eventually grows to like it more than anything else. I happen to like it a lot. So if that makes me a bisexual than I’m bisexual.”

“Without the feeding part, would you still want to, uh, have sex with the vampires?” It was another stupid question. Yes, it didn’t really have much to do with the therapy. Ethan could probably convince others otherwise, but he really just wanted to know.

Jason let out a strong laugh, not a chuckle this time. Ethan was glad that this session was at least somewhat enjoyable for both parties. “Yes, there are a few I wouldn’t mind experimenting with.”

“Who?” Again, nothing to do with the actual therapy process.

“Well, there is Asher.”

“Who is Asher?”

“He’s Jean-Claude’s second. Basically, his right man, his captain, lieutenant. However you want to look at it,” Jason explained.

This conversation was starting to become quite knowledgeable for Ethan. Asher was the last one scheduled for a meeting before the group meeting took place. He could only hope that he could get some background information before the one on one session took place. “Why Asher?”

“Supposedly, Asher hasn’t had sex in over two hundred years. His bite. His bite is like no other’s just to be brief. It’s a wonder what he would be like in bed. I certainly wouldn’t mind being the one to find out.” Jason paused in thought. He stayed that way for a long time. Ethan let him have time to think. He was curious as to what he was thinking about, though. “I wish you all the luck in your meeting with Asher, though. If you thought Anita was tough, just wait until you meet Asher.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” Great. Ethan was hoping that the rest of the… people… would be as easy as Jason was. All one had to do with Jason was smile and he was ready to tell you everything. That is as easy as it comes.
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