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Jean-Claude's Dream	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Richard was here! He strode into the Incubus Dreams past werewolf and rodere without so much as a sideways glance, but this did not keep anyone from noticing his presence or from finding a reason to follow. Everyone who was anyone was there wanting to see what was going to happen.

Jean-Claude had admitted to these dreams, and he was certain the Ulfric was going to throw a monumental fit. Asher made certain he was on hand to protect his friend, as was Claudia and her bodyguards, but there was nothing to betray Richard’s mood. He was shielding hard, but there was something in the way he walked no stalked, that said he was not happy.

Trapped in his office, Jean-Claude, with Jason slouching on the couch and Asher sitting in one of the chairs, looked up when the tall figure that was Richard appeared in the doorway. Behind him were a half dozen vampires and weres. Claudia eased her way forward but did not touch the Ulfric. She was behind him, but it occurred to her that he might not want anyone touching him.

Jean-Claude was thinking this was the perfect time for a dream, but no, this was real. Richard was standing in the doorway wearing a pair of faded jeans so pale and threadbare as to be almost white. A blood red tank top hugged his upper body, and a pair of motorcycle boots completed the ensemble. Did Richard have a motorcycle?

Richard entered the office and threw Jason a quick glance and then Asher. The vampire moved closer to Jean-Claude. Claudia and a couple of her rats entered the room and stood at the doorway; everyone else stayed in the hall and jockeyed for position.

In a voice that was surprisingly calm, Richard shoved his fingers into his pockets and asked, “What are we going to do about this?”

“I do not know, mon ami,” Jean-Claude responded. “I do not know why it is even happening.”

Asher, finding this all just too delicious, laid a sympathetic hand on Jean-Claude’s shoulder but kept his eyes on Richard. Jason, seeing the mischief brew in the vampire’s ice blue eyes, could not help but smile nervously. Asher loved to fuck with Richard, but this would so be such the wrong time.

Hiding most of his face with his spectacular hair, he crooned, “Mon ami, this is understandable.”

Jean-Claude looked up hopefully. “It is?” he asked.

“Oui,” Asher continued. “The ardeur seeks power, and it answers our heart’s desires. Richard has been one of your heart’s desires for a long time.” Asher gazed at the werewolf, but Richard’s face only showed boredom. “You do not sympathize with Jean-Claude?”

“Getting my heart’s desire has always been impossible so the question is meaningless to me,” Richard remarked cynically. “We need to figure out how to stop these accidents from happening before something bad happens to ME.”

“Perhaps if you let Jean-Claude feed the ardeur naturally, these accidents will cease,” Asher said and circled the desk to stand closer to the werewolf. “You have tasted the ardeur as food and as feeder. You know its power.”

Richard smiled, and it was a dark cold smile. Sometimes he didn’t like Asher, and this was one of those times. “You think Jean-Claude can feed without you holding his hand?”

The sudden silence in the office was deafening. Jason sat up and asked, “Richard, do you know what you just said?”

Richard tore his eyes from Asher and looked down at the young blonde werewolf. “I just asked Asher if Jean-Claude could feed without him holding his hand. Is that a problem?”

Jason threw up his hands and said, “Not from me.” He glanced at Jean-Claude, but his master’s beautiful face was unreadable.

“You will let Jean-Claude feed?” Asher asked just to make sure he and Richard were on the same page. His own beautiful face was showing his amazement right now. Richard agreeing to let Jean-Claude feed the ardeur without putting up a fight, would miracles never cease!

“Unless someone pisses me off and I leave,” Richard retorted and folded his arms across his breast. Except for maybe Claudia, he was the most physically imposing creature in the room. His power was like no others, and he knew that.

Asher stepped back and waved everyone out. As much as he enjoyed annoying the Ulfric, he would not be the cause of the werewolf leaving. There was some hesitation, but the room slowing emptied with Asher and Jason being the last to leave. Asher closed the door behind him, leaving the two men to the heavy silence that was now hanging over them. Jean-Claude was afraid to move, afraid that Richard would bolt.

Finally rising slowly to his feet, Jean-Claude softly said, “Richard, I would not force this upon you.”

Richard sighed heavily and pulled the blood red top off, and for a moment Jean-Claude could gaze at his body without fearing what his eyes would show. “I know,” he said and tossed the shirt to the couch. “I suppose it is one of the PERKS of doing business with you.”

A lopsided smile broke the perfection of Jean-Claude’s face. “You sound like Anita,” he observed.

“Yeah, maybe. How do you want to do this?”

Jean-Claude, the pain in his heart almost choking him, circled his desk and stood staring at the werewolf. Richard’s beauty had always held him in thrall, but if to be offered to him this way was wrong. “I would ask you to leave,” he said softly, “except I think Asher is right. The ardeur, my ardeur, desires you.”

Richard frowned. “So feed it.”

“Non, mon ami,” Jean-Claude said and raised his hand. “This is coercion if not rape. I will not do it.”

Richard’s expression turned from frustration to panic. “Jean-Claude, I was in a pack meeting the first time. It was fuck someone or kill something.”

“What did you do?” The look in Richard’s eyes told him that nothing had died that night. “I am sorry.”

“If you must feed off me, I’d rather it be this way…controlled.”

“I fear it is too controlled,” Jean-Claude apologized and turned away.

“How did you do it in the dream?” Richard asked, afraid to let it go. He wasn’t looking forward to this, but he couldn’t have the ardeur seeking him out every time Jean-Claude took a nap.

Jean-Claude turned back. “You were on your knees.”

Richard dropped to his knees and looked up at his master. “Now what?”

“I was behind you; I was keeping you calm.”

“Do it! Now what?”

“I touched you.”

Richard swallowed hard, and his voice became breathier. “Do it.”

Jean-Claude knelt behind the slightly taller werewolf and whispered, “I kissed you.” He brushed Richard’s shoulder with his lips and moved his hand over the hot skin of Richard’s breast as he moved around him. Richard’s eyes were shut tight, but his soft lips were parted as if awaiting a kiss. Jean-Claude hesitated, wanting desperately to taste that soft mouth.

“It’s all right,” he whispered softly and kissed Richard’s collarbone while running his hand down his arm, part in reassurance, part in possession. Realizing that he would not deny himself this pleasure, he took possession of Richard’s mouth. The Ulfric resisted a little, but Jean-Claude’s magic was taking hold of him. Just like the dream, Jean-Claude eased the werewolf back on the carpet.

Jean-Claude could feel the tension in Richard’s body. “It doesn’t have to be frightening,” he murmured against the wolf’s lips. “It doesn’t have to hurt.” Richard made a soft plaintive sound in his throat. “It can be wondrous.” And he plunged his tongue into Richard’s mouth, teasing the soft palate and sucking on his tongue when he offered it.

Reluctantly pulling away from the Ulfric’s lips, Jean-Claude kissed his way over Richard’s hot bare skin. Stopping at a dark nipple, he teased it with his tongue and lips until it tightened into a bud of exquisite sensation. For a moment he fancied sinking his teeth into it and feeding off him there. But no, this would be no ordinary feed. Reluctantly sitting up, he said, “We need to undress.”

Richard’s eyes flew open. “You’re not going to…fuck me, are you?” he asked, his fear painting the words red with fear.

“Non, mon ami. Never against your will.”

Richard relaxed and sat up. Drawing a long leg up, he pulled first one boot off and then he other. Standing, he skinned the pale faded jeans off, and the sight of all that hot brown skin stirred the ardeur in Jean-Claude. He held it in check, wanting to prolong the pleasure he was being offered for the first time. The first time? Yes, he had to savor this moment.

A bed would have been more comfortable, but Jean-Claude was certain that Richard would have shied at that, shied and bolted. So the carpet would be their bed just like in the dream. Jean-Claude placed his pale ivory hand against this creature of the sun and eased him back on the carpet. Richard shut his eyes and whimpered softly when Jean-Claude nuzzled his throat and ran a tongue over the throbbing flesh.

“So powerful,” Jean-Claude purred and stroked the golden breast again. “You will have to cum before I can feed. What do you like?”

Richard opened passion drunk eyes and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I know you like to be touched,” Jean-Claude answered and sat up, his hand trailing slowly down Richard’s midline. “What do you like the most?” Richard was not hard, but the promise was there stirring as Jean-Claude’s hand moved even lower. “Would you object if I held you in my hand?”

Richard’s voice was so full of emotion it almost strangled him. “No!”

Jean-Claude smiled and hefted the heavy ripe flesh in his hand. He carefully stroked it and watched as it became firmer and darker with hot blood. A pearl of precum beaded in the eye. “Can I taste it?”

Making Richard participate in his own seduction was undoing him. “God, yes!” he moaned and dug his fingers into the carpet when Jean-Claude’s mouth brushed his cockhead. The vampire’s tongue was wicked as he made it into a point and caressed every delicious nerve with just the tip, but nothing was as mind blowing as when Jean-Claude took the throbbing head into his mouth and ever so carefully sucked on it. Richard growled like an animal and arched his hips higher. His fingers clawed at the carpet, but there was nothing for him to hold on to. He writhed and tossed his head backwards.

Having that much power in his hands and mouth was exciting Jean-Claude, but he didn’t think Richard would willingly return the favor; the werewolf was doing nothing now but letting himself be serviced, but that was all right. The beautiful Ulfric needed to be handled gently and carefully, and the ardeur would not be satisfied with one feeding, which meant Jean-Claude had time to train his exquisite pet.

Richard’s heaving body indicated he was about to lose control. Jean-Claude could have done anything he wanted to Richard right now and gotten away with it, but seduction was an art. Jean-Claude moved back over the werewolf, his hand keeping its rhythm. He nuzzled a brown nipple and at the exact second Richard surrendered, he sank his teeth into the tender bud and released the ardeur.

Richard growled like an animal and arched his back as he climaxed physically and metaphysically. He came over and over as Jean-Claude fed on his blood and his power. Forcing blood from the nipple was not easy and Jean-Claude had to pull on it hard with his mouth, but the pleasure it gave Richard was enormous. The Ulfric sobbed when the ardeur ended and Jean-Claude raised his head. A sheen of sweat broke out on his body, and a film of Jean-Claude’s cum clung to his hip. This was sex unlike anything the werewolf king had ever felt. It left his drained and motionless on the carpet. Just like the dream.

Only this time Jean-Claude did not disturb him. He crawled to his feet and used the desk for support. The power he had fed upon made him feel drunk and light headed. He was reaching for his clothes when the door flew open and Anita burst in. “Nice to see you, ma petite,” he greeted as she stared down at Richard still lying in a stupor on the floor. “He let me feed the ardeur off him.”

“So I see,” Anita replied. “How come he never looks like that when I feed off him?”

“I think my ardeur really likes him.”

Jason, peering into the room under Asher’s arm, grinned and said, “I’ll say.”
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