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Love's True Path	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asher sank down into the warm bath water. He needed a little down time. He'd been so busy lately.

Jean-Claude watched his lover, seemingly asleep in the bath, the bubbles having mostly disappeared around his lithe form. Smiling, he stripped off his clothing, then knelt behind Asher on the floor. Slowly, he began to massage the other vampire's tense back.

Asher woke up a bit. "Mmm, mon amour." He kissed the other man's hand. "I fell asleep."

"Mmm... Oui. I noticed." Jean-Claude leaned over him, kissing him. "You are so tense..."

Asher sighed. "I have been so busy with everything. I feel like I've been neglecting you."

"Non... of course you haven't, Mon Chardonneret... You have simply been overwhelmed. Je suis desole. I shall find you some help tomorrow, non?" Jean-Claude massaged Asher's back and arms.

"Make sure she is lovely and voluptuous." Asher smiled. "Your hands work wonders, mon ami."

Jean-Claude laughed softly. "Oh, really... any other requirements?" He licked around the rim of his lover's ear.

"Non, I think that will do." Asher turned so he could kiss him.

Moaning as Asher's mouth covered his own, Jean-Claude slid a hand into his hair.

Asher slid his tongue into his lover's mouth.

He purred, making love to Asher with his mouth.

He got a bit excited and splashed other man without meaning to. "Ah, je suis desole."

Laughing at the fact Asher had splashed him in his enthusiasm , Jean-Claude pulled back. "Did you not notice my state of undress, Mon Ami?"

"Non, I was...occupied." Asher pulled him into the bath with him. "The water's cold." He frowned, just now realizing it.

"Oui, it is..." Jean-Claude moved, pulling the plug, then turning on the hot water.

Asher moved up behind him. "Tell me, what has kept you so busy lately, mon amour?"

"Pardon?" The Master of the City peered over his shoulder.

"Every time I call Guilty Pleasures, they tell me you are very busy. I did not want to bother you. Are you working on a new project?" Asher pressed a kiss into the back of his neck.

He shivered. "Ah... Jason's wedding, Mon Chardonneret... I must find a pianist..." Jean-Claude leaned back against Asher.

"Ah, oui." He ran his hand down Jean-Claude's chest. "Shall I help you?" Asher whispered into his ear.

"Oui..." Rocking his hips, Jean-Claude pressed back into Asher, his cock hard and waiting for Asher's touch.

Asher pushed Jean-Claude forward, so he was bent over in front of him. He ran his hand over Jean-Claude's backside.

Biting his lip, and ignoring the prick of his fangs, he looked over his shoulder at his lover, quickly putting the stopper in the drain and turning off the water. "Plotting, Asher?"

"Moi?" He asked. "Non, never, Jean-Claude." Asher kissed a line down his lover's spine. "Or do you want me to plot?"

A soft moan parted his lips. "Yes..."

Asher pressed his hard cock against Jean-Claude's entrance, teasing him. "Tell me what you want."

Jean-Claude shifted against him, pushing closer. "You know what I want... you tease me!"

Asher grabbed his hips and slowly began to push his way into him. "As you wish."

Turning his head, Jean-Claude licked his lips at the expression on Asher's face. "Dieu... please, Mon.... Asher..."

"Je t'adore, Jean-Claude." He thrust himself in and out of Jean-Claude, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Moans escaped Jean-Claude as Asher thrust against his prostate. Burning need and arousal filled him, more so than one might expect from a man of his experience, but then again, this was Asher. "Asher!" Stretching, he pulled Asher against his back, baring his neck to him.

Asher ran his tongue across his neck as he kept up his pace. He sank his fangs deep into Jean-Claude's neck as he began to stroke his lovers aching cock.

That was all it took. Jean-Claude cried out, climaxing hard in the other man's hand, his body gripping Asher's cock rhythmically.

Asher moaned against his neck as he was pushed over the edge, He came buried deep inside of Jean-Claude.

"Mmm... Je t'aime, mon chardonneret..." Jean-Claude murmured, then sighed. "Tis a shame this moment must end..."

"I agree." Asher slowly slipped out of him and sank into the hot water.

Nearly pouting, Jean-Claude lounged against him. "I fear I'll have to make a phone call soon... Jase has recommended a pianist... I do not recall her name..."

"You should probably call Jase to find out her name before you call." Asher wrapped his arms around Jean-Claude.

"I have it written down... some place. I do not recall where. I was distracted by thoughts of my lover being naked in the bath." He laughed, kissing the corner of Asher's mouth.

"Well then, we shall have to find it once we make it out of the bath." Asher closed his eyes, relaxing.

"Out of energy so soon, Mon Ami?" Jean-Claude smirked. "I seem to remember you having much more... vigor? in the past. Perhaps you are slipping..."

"Hush. I am merely enjoying the time that I have with you, Or perhaps I should go slip into bed with Jason and Caleb." Asher pouted.

Straddling Asher's lap, Jean-Claude traced Asher's lower lip with his tongue. "And leave me?"

"I know where I am not loved." He teased.

Smiling ever so slightly, Jean-Claude whispered against Asher's mouth, "And how shall I prove my love to you?"

Asher licked his bottom lip. "I do love that wonderful mouth of yours. I think you should put it to good use."

Jean-Claude purred. "Then perhaps, Mon Ami... we should move to an area where I can properly reach what I wish to use it on..."

"I guess so." He kissed Jean-Claude's jaw before getting out of the bath and headed into their room, naked and dripping wet.

Moving quickly, Jean-Claude pinned Asher to the bed, covering the other vampire's mouth with his and rubbing their cocks together.

Asher moaned and thrust his hips up. "You tease."

"Always... and you, mon ange... love every moment of it." Licking Asher's neck, he followed his words with the action described as he moved down Asher's chest, "Every lick... suck... and bite." Jean-Claude sank his fangs deep into his lover's femoral artery, drinking deeply.

He cried out, burying his hand in Jean-Claude's hair. "You will surely be the death of me." He panted. Jean-Claude's mouth worked at the wound, making Asher cry out again.

Slipping a hand up Asher's leg, he began to work his hard cock, stroking it.

"Dieu!" Asher bit his own lip, drawing blood. "Oui, mon amant."

Keela Belle Oï¿½Rorrick blinked at the blonde man walking away from her before entering the room he had indicated. Jase Schuylar had asked her to come by the Circus of the Damned and meet with the Master of the City, of all people, about being the pianist for her wedding. Keela had wanted to wait, but Ms. Schuylar had insisted she stop by as soon as possible. And the young man, who must be Jase's twin, had told her to go on in, despite the fact that it was the Master's private rooms.

Biting her lip, despite her mother's voice ringing in her head, Keela knocked softly on the door she figured to be his office. Hearing a muffled 'Oui', she figured he meant for her to enter and she stepped into the room. And froze. Utterly. She stopped breathing, stopped thinking, just... stopped. Was it sick of her that this was the most beautiful thing sheï¿½d ever seen?

There, before her on the bed, a dark haired man was drinking from a startingly gorgeous blondeï¿½s inner thigh, the brunetteï¿½s hand caressing the blondeï¿½s erection. Scars tore at his beauty, but there was something there that over came them, making him somehow more beautiful in her eyes.

The brunette- well, she couldnï¿½t see his face, but the moon-pale length of his body... perfection, including the silvery whip scars on his back.

Propriety demanded she leave the room, but Keela was enraptured, and when she tried to move, all she could do was gasp, frozen to the spot though her arousal pooled between her thighs

Jean-Claude froze in licking the bite, looking up at Asher. Was he imagining the scent of feminine arousal? Had he imagined that feminine gasp?

Asher rolled his eyes up and caught sight of the woman standing in the doorway. "Mon amour, we have company..." He didn't know who she was, but he was upset that they had been interrupted.

Growling, Jean-Claude turned, his eyes widening at the sight of the woman standing there. "Who do you think you are, invading my private rooms?!"

Keela gasped once more, her lips parting in shock. "I... I..." She pressed a hand to her heart, which was racing. "He... I..."

"I smell Jason's scent on her." Asher said. He kissed Jean-Claude, calming his lover. "He must have led her astray."

He shoved a hand through his mussed curls. "Indeed. Well, who are you?" Jean-Claude smirked as he saw her gaze traveling over them, posing to best show off their bodies.

She swallowed, then, in a sweet Scottish accent, whispered, "I don't know who Jason is..."

Asher put his hand on Jean-Claude's leg. "Jason is short and blonde." He took her in. "Was there something you needed?"

"I... clothes. I mean... never mind. I'll..." Keela blushed darkly, her pale skin glowing.

Jean-Claude laughed, standing. "How charming."

"How can we help you?" Asher pulled his robe on and gave Jean-Claude's his.

Shaking herself, Keela finally looked away. "I'm so sorry... I didna intend to intrude... Ms. Schuylar asked me to come by tonight. It seems she's set on having me be her pianist.... at her wedding..." She bit her lip. "I really should have called. I'm sorry."

Slipping into his robe, Jean-Claude quirked a brow at Asher, wondering if his friend thought this woman as... intriguing? as he did.

"Ahh, the pianist. Forgive us for putting on such a...show for you." Asher half bowed. "I am Asher."

"And I am Jean-Claude." The Master of the City bowed extravagantly, taking the woman's hand and pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. Hmm... arousal instead of disgust at seeing him loving Asher?

"Keela. Keela Belle O'Rorrick..." She cursed herself at the thickening of her accent, making it clear she'd spent the first nine years of her life in Scotland.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Asher told her. "Your accent is very lovely." He sat down on the bed. "Please have a seat." He motioned to the chair.

She blushed as she sat, knees together with perfect posture, her hands folded in her lap. "Thank you, Sir. I could say the same for you." She glanced at Jean-Claude who now sat next to Asher, but watching her with more interest that she normally received.

"So tell us why we should chose you to be the pianist, beside the fact that Jase wants you." Asher took her in. She was a very lovely plus sized woman, the kind he had grown up with.

Tucking a lock of her rioting red curls behind her ear, Keela shifted in her seat. "Perhaps you'd rather a demonstration of my talents?"

A seductive smirk curled Jean-Claude's mouth, "Ah... oui. I'm sure we both would love a demonstration of your... talents."

Asher smiled. "Oui, that would be nice." He stood. "We have a piano in the next room if you will follow me."

"Of course." With that man's body, she'd follow him to hell and back. Keela fisted her hands. Terrific. This was a bad idea. These men were FAR too beautiful... and call her sick, but the thought and sight of them together... but she could have come on the spot. "What would you like me to play?"

"Anything you like." Asher ran a hand over the grand piano. "Perhaps something you would play at the wedding."

"Well, are you looking for classic, blues, jazz... show tunes?" Her lips quirked as she sat at the piano, adjusting herself.

"Show tunes, Cherie? You sing?" Jean-Claude raised a brow.

"Well enough. I don't break glass."

Asher took a seat near her. "How about classical music?" He watched her hands as she began to play.

Keela nodded, and began playing Pachabel's Canon in D, quickly losing herself to the music, though she was hyper aware of the vampire next to her, and the other watching them.

The music was lovely. Asher leaned forward, drawn in by her music. "Wonderful..." He whispered.

Slowly, she came to a stop, her hands pausing on the keys before she lifted them, the melody of the song lingering in the air.

"Amazing... you are gifted, Cherie... do you not think so, Mon Ami?"

"Oui." Asher had not heard someone play that well in quite some time. "C'est magnifique."

Keela smiled at them. She was never going to be able to stop blushing around them! This was truly cruel. Frankly, she didn't care that she was a size eighteen. She thought she looked good as is, but many disagreed. In fact, most men. Keelaï¿½d had one boyfriend before, and frankly, that debacle was better left forgotten. Men like this though... there was no chance in hell for her. ï¿½Would you like me to play something else? Maybe I should sing something for you... Just so you know Iï¿½m telling the truth about not breaking glass.ï¿½

"You play wonderfully. I think that was enough to convince both of us." Asher looked to Jean-Claude. "Jase chose well."

"Indeed she has." Jean-Claude slipped to sit on the other side of the wide piano bench, trapping her between them. "You are a very talented woman, Miss O'Rorrick. It is Miss, non?"

She bit her lip, looking between the two, her heart beat picking up. This wasnï¿½t fair. They MUST know what they were doing! "I... yes... I mean, thank you."

Asher patted Jean-Claude's hand. "I sure Miss O'Rorrick has things to do, mon ami."

"Indeed." Sighing, the Master of the City stood, feeling chastised by his lover.

Tucking a curl nervously behind her ear, Keela stood. "When shall we be meeting to discuss what I should prepare for the wedding? That is, if I have the job..." She glanced at Asher from under her lashes, wondering what he was thinking behind his oh-so-lovely calm facade.

Asher wanted to touch the lovely hair of hers. "Of course you have the job. Jase has all the details about the wedding. If you leave your number we can talk to her and get all details for you."

"Shall I hand you a pen and paper, Cherie?" Jean-Claude quirked a brow. As she nodded, he disappeared from the room.

Keela absently reached, playing the recognizable theme to Phantom of the Opera, or at least the melody. She glanced at Asher from the corner of her eye. "Is he always so... so..." Brilliant, O'Rorrick. Insult his lover. You're a genius!

Asher listened as she played one of his favorite songs. "So what, belle?" He breathed against her ear.

Her breath hitched, and she turned, staring at him as her graceful fingers paused on the keys. "I... I... don't know..."

"I hope he did no say something that offended you." Asher took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "It will be a pleasure to hear you play at the wedding."

"No... he didn't... I just... Thank you for the job." Keela scrambled to her feet as Jean-Claude entered once more, her fingers tingling wildly.

"Here you are, Ma Cherie... your number and address, if you please... so that we might contact you." The Master of the City slipped them into her hands, then pressed his to the small of her back, guiding her to sit at the piano yet again to write.

Keela gasped, and sat. Lord help her, but she was tingling everywhere... this was punishment. She must have been evil in a past life!

"Thank you so much." Asher took the slip of paper from her. "Until next time, belle."

"Of course." She stood, heading towards the door. "Goodnight, gentlemen."

Eyeing the swaying of her hips as she left, Jean-Claude looked at his lover. "So?"

"She is wonderful." He said wistfully. "I would not mind seeing her again."

"That is all?" Jean-Claude sat at the piano, beginning to play Fur Elise, one of his favorites.

"I am afraid I am at a loss for words. She didn't see the scars, mon amour." Asher pressed a kiss to his lover's temple.

"Mon Ami, of course she saw them... I mean... she must have?" Jean-Claude stopped playing, "I don't mean... merde. Je suis desole..." He looked back at the piano.

"I meant that she saw them but she did not care." He hugged Jean-Claude. "And it is ok Jean-Claude."

"Ah." He leaned against the blonde, sighing. "She is lovely... healthy rather than... so... skin and bones, non?"

"Oui. I have not seen a woman like her since I was human. It is a nice change. I shall call Jase in a few to find out the details."

"And that hair... Mon dieu..." He sighed.

"Such lovely red hair." The blonde vampire smiled.

Pressing a kiss to Asher's mouth, Jean-Claude's lips quirked as well. "Perhaps... do you think we should pursue her? After all... she was very... how do you say? Interested... in our activities."

Asher laughed. "I think she was more than interested. Poor thing nearly had a heart attack when she walked in on us." He had smelled how very much she had enjoyed that sight.

"Oui. For once, I do not believe I shall punish Mon Pomme for leading someone astray, non? Though surely he knew..."

ï¿½Do you think he planned it all?" Asher asked his lover.

"Perhaps... Though I do not know how he would have known about the lovely Miss O'Rorrick."

"Hmm...Jase perhaps had a hand in it too."

"How so?"

"She is the one who found her and sent her to us." He rubbed the small of Jean-Claude's back.

The dark haired vampire purred, resting his head against Asher's shoulder. "True... Je t'adore, Mon Chardonneret..."

"Je t'aime, mon amour. The sun is rising. Let us retire." He took Jean-Claude's hand in his own and led him back to their room.

That morning, as the dawn claimed them and the sun rose anew over St. Louis, and two vampires slept as they always did, it was somehow more peaceful, expecting, and hoping for something... for completion.
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