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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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Keela tapped the beat with her foot to the recording of the piano, lost in the melodic, weeping sounds of the cello she played, the bow held between her fingers. Her eyes were closed, for this was a song she knew by heart and had played countless times with her father. The recording ended, and she smiled, pushing stop on the machine recording the cello part. She taught piano and cello lessons as well as performing, and this would serve as a take home tape.

Standing, she put the cello on its stand, singing softly to herself.

Jean-Claude and Asher entered Keela's office building. They were greeting with the wonderful sound of a piano and cello duet. They sat down and waited for Keela to come out to them.

"I'll be out in a moment!" She grabbed a file she needed and stepped into the other room. Seeing them, she gasped. "Oh! I... hello..."

"Bonjuor, Cherie." Jean-Claude smiled.

"Bonsoir." Asher said from the chair he was currently lounging in.

"How can I help you?" Keela asked them while going to her desk and setting the file down.

"The wedding, Cherie. We have the dates for you... et cetera." Jean-Claude explained.

Asher watched her move over to the desk. "Oui. The wedding will be on May 19th."

She nodded. "What time do you need me? I'm assuming at night..." Oh God. That only sounds sick because you're a pervert, Keela Belle. Behave!

"We need you there are at five to start setting up. The wedding starts at seven." Asher informed her.

Grabbing a pen in her graceful fingers, Keela wrote it on her calendar. "That sounds great. Am I providing the piano?"

"Non, Cherie. We will be having our own there, the grand that you played the other evening." Jean-Claude ran his tongue in a sensual movement over his fang, imagining what she would be like between Asher and himself. However, the blonde vampire had made him promise to behave.

Asher grabbed Jean-Claude's knee. He didn't want to scare this lovely woman off by being too forward. "We look forward to seeing you there."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she saw the contact, and Keela looked away. "If you'd like, I can show you a list of songs I have prepared for the wedding and the reception..."

"Oui, that would be wonderful." Jean-Claude took Asher's hand in his, his fingers toying with the blonde's.

Asher took the list and looked it over with Jean-Claude. He was several of his favorites on there. He smiled as he read it.

Keela licked her lips, shifting from foot to foot. "I don't know if you heard when you came in, but I also play the cello. If you have any requests that aren't on there, I can do it for you."

Jean-Claude smirked, his fingers tightening on Asher's.

"I think this will do." Asher told her. He hit Jean-Claude's leg, telling him to stop. The offer had sounded dirty, but he had told him to behave.

"You're sure? I've a book of oral I can show you." Keela smiled, walking towards them, then leaning over Asher to the shelf above his head to grab said volume, her body brushing his.

With her unable to see, Jean-Claude quirked a brow, smirking.

Asher gripped his knee tightly. God, she smelled good. No! He told himself. You must behave. "I would love to hear you sing, belle."

"As would I." Jean-Claude inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy her scent. "Cherie, pardon moi, but what perfume is it you wear? I have not smelled it before..."

Keela blushed as she stepped back. "It's... just my body wash... and shampoo... I don't wear perfume..." She handed Asher the binder containing a listing of the songs she was willing to sing.

Asher flipped through the binder. So it was her natural scent. It was intoxicating. He had to calm himself before he spoke. "I would like to hear this." He handed the book back to her.

"Oh Danny Boy?" Keela laughed softly. "If you'd follow me, gentlemen. I will play it."

Quirking a brow at Asher's choice, Jean-Claude stood. "But of course, Cherie."

Asher rose with him. They followed her, stepping in unison. "I look forward to hearing you sing."

"I hope I don't disappoint you." She seated herself at the piano, her posture and positioning perfect. "Have a seat, if you'd like." She motioned at the chairs next to the piano normally used for students.

Asher took the seat, crossing his legs. He relaxed and waited for her to start playing.

The Master of the City seated himself as well, and after a moment, Keela began to play. Her voice was full and rich bodied... the feel of it like whisky on one's tongue and lost somewhere between soprano and alto as she told the sad tale.

Asher sat up at the sound of her wonderful voice. It was a wonderful sound, soothing almost. He was drawn in to her lovely voice.

Jean-Claude shifted in his seat, crossing his legs. Merde. He was over four hundred years old! She should not have been able to affect him so much with a simple song- and to think, Asher wanted him to behave!

Licking her lips, Keela looked at the vampires, waiting.

Asher took a deep breath to calm his raging body. God, she was lovely. Her voice was pure sin. He had never wanted a woman more.

"Um... I might be wrong, but I believe this is the part where you tell me I didn't quite manage to break the glass, as my Da would say..."

"Break the glass?"

"It means I can carry a tune, without the bucket." Keela blushed.

"It was amazing." Asher took her hand & kissed it. "I would love to hear you sing at the wedding."

She bit her lip, glancing at him from underneath her lashed. "Thank you..."

Jean-Claude smiled, kissing her other hand. "Oui... tres manifique... You are lovely, Cherie."

Asher let her hand fall from his grasp. "Until the wedding, belle."

"Where? I... you didn't say where it was..." She said hesitantly as Jean-Claude released her fingers as well.

"The Circus, Cherie. Of the Damned."

Asher didn't dare say anything to her. He was afraid he would lose all control if he spoke.

"Bonne nuit, Cherie. We shall see you the nineteenth." Bowing, Jean-Claude took Asher's arm, leaving a stunned Keela behind.

"And you told me to behave, Mon Ami, when you can hardly control yourself!"

"Hush." Asher said. "It is not my fault that she is so...luscious." He kissed Jean-Claude. "I want her to be with us."

"Bon... as do I." Jean-Claude kissed Asher back, pressing himself against the blonde vampire. "How?"

"We must pull her in slowly so he do not scare her away." He smiled at his lover.

"Ah, oui... Then we cannot tie her to the bed and have her?" Jean-Claude licked Asher's earlobe. "Or... tie ourselves to her bed and let her play?"

Asher laughed. "Mon amour! Stop it. You are driving me insane." He kissed him passionately. He would have done more, but they were still in front of Keela's office.

"How so? Do you know that she is watching us, Mon Chardonneret? Her face is flushed with passion... her eyes filled with need..."

"Hush." He kissed him again, sliding his tongue along his fangs. "You're hard, mon ami." Asher licked Jean-Claude's bottom lip.

He shivered, his tongue darting out to dance with Asher's. "You thought less of me...?"

"Non, I wish you could take me here, in front of her. She seemed to enjoy watching us together."

Jean-Claude purred at the thought, rocking his hips against Asher. "Ah, oui..."

Asher buried a hand in his hair. "I want to taste her..."

"Mmm... the both of us tasting her... can you imagine? Her body wrought with pleasure, begging as our mouths work her..."

"Mon ami..." He moaned and his knees went weak. "Let us go quickly before I run back in there."

"You are so sure she would not welcome us?" Jean-Claude looked up deliberately, meeting Keela's gaze in the window as he licked a sinful path up Asher's neck. The pianist flushed, realizing she'd been caught and disappeared from the window.

Asher leaned against him. "You tease her too much." He slid a hand under Jean-Claude's shirt. "Mmm, mon ami."

He shivered, nipping at Asher's lips. "How so...?"

"I cannot stand it anymore. Please, let us go. I want you to be buried deep inside of me." He begged.

"Then fly us, Asher... fly us to where I may take you, until you beg me to let you peak..." Jean-Claude reached down, caressing Asher's hardness.

Asher hugged him tightly as he flew them to the circus. They hurried to their room so that they could be alone.

Jean-Claude shoved the blonde against the door, covering the other man's mouth with his own.

Asher tore at his own clothes, hardly in control of himself. All he could think of was Jean-Claude's hard body.

"On your knees, Asher, now!" Jean-Claude bit off the command, stepping backwards.

Asher felt to his knees before Jean-Claude. "I want you."

"Not yet." The Master of the City smirked, pulling his shirt off.

Asher looked up at him. "Please, mon amour..."

"Non... not yet." Jean-Claude brushed a gentle kiss over Asher's lips. "I want your mouth on me..."

Asher smiled at him. He undid Jean-Claude's pants. "As you wish." He said, voice low and husky.

His breath hissed between his teeth as he watched Asher bare his length, shuddering in expectation.

Asher let his lover's hardness pass between his wet lips. He took in inch after inch of Jean-Claude. He swallowed every bit of him.

Jean-Claude's hands slipped into Asher's silky hair, tightening at the heavenly feel of him. "Dieu... please..."

He was careful not to cut him with his fangs. He pulled back a bit, licking the head of his cock. "You taste so wonderful."

Growling, Jean-Claude pinned Asher to the floor, pushing his knees towards his chest. "I must have you..."

"Then take me." Asher told him as Jean-Claude stripped the rest of his clothing off of his body.

The brunette groaned raggedly as he positioned himself outside Asher's entrance and shoved himself deep past the muscle, into Asher's tight heat.

Asher cried out in pleasure. "Dieu!" He shouted. Jean-Claude was buried deep inside of him and it felt so amazing.

Jean-Claude thrust hard into the other man, making sure to hit his prostate every time as he reached down to jerk Asher's cock.

He bit his bottom lip as Jean-Claude wrapped his hand around his hard cock. "Please...please..." He begged.

"Yes..." Covering Asher's mouth with his, Jean-Claude, ran his thumb over the top of Asher's cock, caressing the sensitive head.

Asher moaned into his mouth as he came into Jean-Claude's hand.

Shouting Asher's name, Jean-Claude followed, falling forward against him as his hips thrust wildly in orgasm.

"Je t'aime." Asher kissed him once last time before his closed his eyes, suddenly very tired.

"Mm... Je t'aime aussi, Mon Amour..." Jean-Claude yawned, hiding his face in Asher's neck.

"I do not think I can stay awake much longer." Asher said softly.

"Mm... nor I... let us sleep." Crawling wearily to his feet, Jean-Claude offered Asher his hand.

Asher took his hand and let himself be pulled over to the bed.

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Caleb slept peacefully, curled into a sleeping ball on their bed, purring.

Jason ran from across the room and pounced on his lover.

"What the flying fuck?!" The leopard growled, his eyes flashing before realizing who had pounced him and disturbed his nap. "Jason..." Caleb pouted up at the wolf, who sat on top of him.

"Come on. We're going to the pound today. So get up! Get up!" Jason bounced around.

"But..." It was so *warm* in their bed... cuddly... comfy... cozy. Perfect for napping...

"Kitten and puppy!!!!!" Jason shouted. "Come on."

"You're mean."

"If you want a kitten get your butt up now." Jason went to get dressed.

Sighing, Caleb crawled from the bed. "I was napping..."

"And now your up." He called from the other side of the room.

Caleb’s eyes narrowed, and he pounced his lover, pinning him to the floor. "You're a butt."

"I want a puppy." Jason pouted and rolled them over so he was on top. "Puppy!"

Caleb couldn't help but smile. "Damn you for being cute. I can't even mind my nap being cut short..."

"Puppy. Puppy." Jason chanted over and over as he got dressed.

"Kiss, and I'll get dressed and we can go."

Jason kissed him. "Come on. I want to go soon."

"Yes, Sir." Caleb stuck his tongue out, then got dressed.

Jason half bounced out of the room as they headed out.

"So, you're not excited about getting a puppy, are you?"

"Leave me alone. I've never had a dog before, okay?" Jason pouted,

Caleb kissed his cheek. "It's cute. That's part of why I love you. How excited you get about things."

Jason hugged him, "Like you're not excited too."

Hugging him back, Caleb nuzzled his neck. "True... but I'm not as cute as you are about it."

"Is it ok to let your pets watch you have sex?" He asked. "Because they'll be in our room and we have sex...a lot."

"Erm... well, I think something like 68% of couples let their pets..." Caleb furrowed his brow,

"Yeah, but is it really ok?" Jason unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat.

"I doubt they'll be traumatized... well, other than the fact that they'll be missing the equiptment..."

"True..." He said as he drove to the pound.

"If it freaks you out, we can put them in the bathroom or something..." Caleb offered.

"Well I don't know if I want them jumping on us and stuff while we're going at it."

"Yeah. And kittens.... not good with things that dangle..." He winced, shifting in his seat.

Jason cringed. "Yeah, that's horrible. Don't ever mention that again."

"Yes, Master." Caleb reached over, patting Jason's fly. "Sorry for the image."

Jason stuck his tongue out at him.

"Prefer I kiss it better? Cause... I'd like to think I'm one cat who's rather good in that area..."

"I will crash the car if you do that, kitty." He purred. He parked in front of the pound.

Caleb smirked, climbing from the car, grinning as he fought the urge to bounce. He was getting a kitten!

Jason wrapped an arm around his waist as they entered the pound.

"Hello, gentlemen... I'm Brad. How can I help you?" A blonde man of about five foot eight greeted them at the door, his eyes taking in the good-looking men before him... and the fact that they were gay.

Caleb smiled at him. "Yes, we'd like to adopt a kitten and a puppy. Alright if we look around?" Brad was really putting out the "I'm gay. REALLY gay. Gayer than Elton John gay" vibes.

"Of course." Brad grinned. "Would you like my help?"

Jason moved closer to Caleb, showing that he belonged to him.

"Mm... I think we've got it taken care of... thanks though." Smiling, he looked at Jason. "Let's find you a puppy first, hun."

"Let’s." He kissed him as they headed into the back to look around.

Caleb smiled as he saw the dogs, feeling rather poorly for them being trapped in the cages.

Jason saw the one he wanted right away. He had one blue eye and one green eye. He was clearly a mutt but so cute.

"See anyone you like?" Caleb asked, looking around.

"He is so cute." Jason said pointing.

"Aw... he is. You should see about holding him..."

Brad opened the cage and handed the puppy to Jason. He wiggled a bit but warmed right up to Jason.

Watching the puppy lick his lover's face, Caleb scratched the dog's ears.

"You wanted to look at the kittens, right?" Brad pressed a hand to the small of Caleb's back, making his eyes widen. What the hell?! It was obvious he was with Jason!

Jason grabbed the guy’s hand. "Keep your hands off my lover or you'll eat that hand." He growled at the guy.

Brad gasped, his eyes widening. "You're so... forceful.." He licked his lips.

"Keep it up, Brad, and I'll talk to your manager." Caleb glared.

Jason hugged Caleb to him, still holding the puppy. They headed over to the kitten area in silence.

"I'm sorry, Jason..." Caleb bit his lip as the entered the new room, looking around.

"Not your fault." He kissed him. "It's that pushy jerks fault."

Smiling Caleb kissed him back, then looked at the puppy. "So, little guy... see any prospective friends?"

The puppy barked happily, wagging his tail. "See one you like, love?" Jason looked at Caleb.

"Hmm..." There, in the far corner of the room had to be the most adorable kitten Caleb had ever seen. He was obviously a tough little guy, missing part of his ear, and having a scar near his eye despite his youth. Caleb could only describe his fur as 'multi-colored' and medium in length, standing up in a million different ways. He was so ugly he was cute. "Look at him! He's adorable!"

Jason looked at the kitten. "Jeez, poor guy’s been to hell and back. Look at those scars." He shook his head.

"I know... he's a trooper..." Caleb reached into the cage, only to have Brad run in.

"No! That cat's fucking insane!"

The kitten, however, simply licked Caleb, purring.

"What's wrong with the little guy?" Jason asked.

"I don't know. He just tries to attack me whenever I go near him..." Brad scowled at the cat.

Caleb looked at Jason. "You should see if the two get along..."

Jason set the puppy in the cage with the kitten. The puppy tackled the kitten.

The kitten stared at the puppy, seemed to roll his eyes, then let the puppy lick him in a humoring fashion.

"Well they aren't fighting." He looked at Brad. "We'll take them."

"He'll probably tear you apart." Brad told Jason, his tone gloating.

Caleb rolled his eyes and picked up the kitten and handed him to Jason. "You living, love? Any fatal wounds?"

"Ahh, he got me." Jason groaned as the kitten licked him purring.

The leopard shrugged. "We'll take them."

A few minutes later Jason carried the kitten and the puppy out in a cage.

"I'm thinking 'Trooper' would be a cute name... What do you think, hun?" Caleb grinned.

"And Savage for the puppy." Jason said laughing.

"I love it." Caleb kissed Jason full on the mouth, opening the car door.

"I'm so happy. Let's go to PetSmart to get some food and toys for them. And a house."

"Oh yeah. And treats. We have to get them treats." Caleb was nearly bouncing.

"Now who’s bouncing love."

"Me. But you're still cuter." He grinned.

"Please. You won't think I'm cute when you're screaming my name later."

"No... I'll think you're fucking sexy..." Caleb leaned over, kissing Jason.

"Good." He growled as they headed off to the store.

After spending several hundred dollars in the pet store, they finally made it home and let Savage and Trooper out to play.

They rolled around the room, playfully fighting. Jason began to set up their corner. They had bought a play area for them. It had a bottom so they wouldn't stain the carpet and a fence to keep them inside.

Caleb stared at the instructions to the litter box which cleaned itself. Supposedly. "This is in Chinese..."

"Turn it over." Jason said, laughing.

Sticking his tongue out at the wolf, Caleb finally found the English instructions.

Jason put Trooper and Savage in the play area. They loved it all.

"They're so cute. They're like best friends."

"Yeah. Who knew a dog and a cat could get along?" He smiled at his lover.

"Me." Caleb hugged Jason from behind, kissing his shoulder.

"I love you."

He purred. "Love you too..." His hand was tracing a lazy path down Jason's stomach.

"The kids are watching us." Jason said softly.

Caleb froze, moving to pull away. "Sorry."

Savage barked, wanting attention. "Don’t be." He kissed him thoroughly

Trooper's rear wiggled as he pounced the pup's wagging tail, ignoring the humans.

Caleb shivered, kissing Jason back.

Jason pushed him down to the floor. "I want you now, kitten."

"Take me, Jason..." The leopard nibbled gently the spot behind Jason's ear.

Jason stripped them both quickly. "As you wish, kitty."

"Mreow?" Trooper seemed to ask.

Biting his lip, Caleb moved, Taking Jason's entire cock into his mouth.

"Shit!" He yelled as Caleb did it. His mouth felt like a gentle fire on his hard cock.

The leopard purred, closing his eyes in pleasure as he worked Jason's length with his tongue, sucking.

Jason buried his hand in Caleb's hair, his head thrown back. "I want you now." He growled.

He pulled back, licking his lips. "How?"

"On your hands and knees." He said and watched as he moved to obey him. He grabbed the cat's hips and drove himself deep into him.

"Fuck! Jason..." Caleb groaned, shoving back against him.

"I believe that's what I'm doing." Jason said as he thrust into him over and over again.

"Oh, GOD!" Caleb screamed as Jason kept hitting his prostate.

Asher and Jean-Claude entered the room to see the new kitten and puppy only to see them together. Asher licked his lips watching as Jason stroked Caleb's cock until they both came.

Jean-Claude's eyes widened, and he inhaled the scent of lust as Caleb turned, kissing Jason.

Jason returned the kiss and looked over at the vampires. "Hey..."

"We came to see the new additions." Asher said, voice full of lust.

"Mm... oui." Jean-Claude wrapped his arms around Asher.

Caleb smiled. "Well... hope you enjoyed the show..." Grabbing a dirty shirt, he wiped himself clean.

"I know I did." Jason kissed him one last time. "And the 'kids' are over in the corner." He motioned and Asher headed over.

"Mon Dieu... this is a little soldier of a chat, non?" Jean-Claude smiled.

"His name is Trooper. And the pup is Savage." Jason told them.

"Cute." Asher said.

"Oui..." Jean-Claude pet them both, smiling as Trooper tried to nibble his finger.

Asher picked Savage up. The puppy licked his face.

"By the way... Trooper is supposedly insane." Caleb rolled his eyes.

"That guy was a moron." Jason said. "The guy at the pound hit on us." He explained at Asher’s look.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "He pretty much had half his hand on my ass..."

"Did he not know you were together?" Jean-Claude quirked a brow.

"Oh he knew. He didn't care even after I threatened him. I'll be calling his boss later." Jason growled. Asher set the puppy back in the play area.

"You are?" Caleb blinked.

"Hell yeah. He was rude."

"Oh." He nodded, slipping on Jason's robe.

"Unless you don't think I should." Jason looked at Caleb.

"You can... I just didn't think it'd be... I don't know Never mind."

"I do not believe he thought he was worth getting jealous of another man touching him, Mon Pomme." Jean-Claude offered.

Asher kissed Jean-Claude.

"Is that true Caleb?" Jason asked, wrapping his arms around him.

Caleb nodded, biting his lip.

Jean-Claude purred, running a hand through Asher's hair. He needed to talk to Jason about Keela... but after.

Jason kissed his loved. "Caleb, you mean the world to me. I won't let anyone to touch you unless you want that touch. I would fight for you even if it meant my life."

"I know... I just..." He shrugged, kissing Jason. "I'm not used to it... understand?"

"I understand, but I want you to know you mean the world to me."

Jean-Claude watched them kiss for a moment, then decided that if he didn't want to see them making love again, he'd better say something. "By the way, Mon Pomme... I have a few questions for you."

Jason looked over at him, slightly horny again. "Huh?"

"Miss O'Rorrick. How did you find her?"

Jason grinned. "Jase saw her on this talk show."

"And?"

"And she said she thought watching to men together was beautiful. Jase knew she was perfect for you two." Jason blew them a kiss.

Asher shook his head.

"What show was this?" Jean-Claude tilted his head.

"Hmm...I don't remember." Jason said, shrugging.

Caleb scratched Trooper behind his ears. "Is she nice?"

"She is wonderful." Asher said, smiling at the cat.

Jean-Claude purred. "So lovely..." He smirked at Asher. "Mon Ami had a time not pouncing her earlier."

"Oh leave me alone. It is not my fault she smelled like heaven." He kissed Jean-Claude as Jason shook his head.

"Personally, I think it's a turn on when someone can play an instrument... talented fingers, and all that." Caleb grinned.

"I am very good with my hands." Jason retorted.

"Oh really? You'll have to prove it."

Jean-Claude chuckled at their bantering.

Jason stuck his tongue out at Jean-Claude. Asher put an arm around his lover's waist.

The Master of the City looked up at the blonde. "Perhaps we could get a pet? Perhaps a pianist..."

Asher laughed. "Fine, but only if she plays well with others, mon amour."

"Oh. You guys are getting a sex kitten, huh?" Caleb snickered.

"Oh yes and she is very cute. Wait until you see her, Caleb." Asher laughed.

Jason wrapped his arms around Caleb.

The leopard leaned back against his lover. "How do you plan on getting her, exactly?"

"Slowly..." Jean-Claude answered.

"And what does that entail?"

"Seduction." Asher said.

"You guys have plenty of sex appeal. Why not just go in for the kill?” Jason asked.

"Mon Amour is insisting that we go slowly." Jean-Claude pouted. "Tis not fair..."

"I do not want to scare her off." Asher pouted.

"She stared at us in the window while we kissed... She looked rather interested, Mon Ami..." Jean-Claude said persuasively.

Caleb laughed, shaking his head. "Let's sit. I'm lazy."

Jason sat down on the floor and dragged Caleb down with him.

Asher sighed. "Fine, we can do it your way, mon amour."

"I don't know. She might be overwhelmed and think you're just after her for sex. Girls are nervous about that stuff..." Caleb leaned back against Jason. "Is she confident with men?"

"I do not know. Which is why I said to go slow." Asher smiled triumphantly. Jason kissed Caleb's neck.

The cat purred, shifting back against the wolf's hard body.

"She is lovely though! Full figured, abundantly curvy... something to hold while you love her. Smart, pretty, talented... her voice, dieu!" Jean-Claude grinned as he sat on their couch, waving his hands as he talked.

Asher shook his head. "Calm, mon amour. You'll scare the children."

Jason nipped Caleb's neck.

"Jason..." Caleb moaned.

"Yes, kitten?" He asked, breath hot on his lover's neck.

Jean-Claude pouted. "Fine..."

Asher kissed him.

"You're not being fair..." Caleb was hard again, an obvious tent in his lover's robe.

Jason slid his hand under the robe. "Don't worry. You'll be screaming my name soon."

"But..." He glanced nervously at Asher and Jean-Claude.

"They're busy." Jason said stroking him.

Groaning, Caleb pushed into his hand. "Evil..."

"I know." He began to stroke him faster.

Jean-Claude smirked, as he kissed Asher, knowing full well what his pomme was doing to his kitten.

Asher buried his hand in Jean-Claude's hair as he kissed the other man passionately.

"Jason.. Jason please!" Caleb thrust up into the other man's hand, so close it wasn't funny.

Jason licked his ear as he slid his hand over his hard cock.

Screaming the wolf's name, he came, his hips bucking wildly.

Jason brought his hand up to his own mouth and licked it clean. "You taste so good, kitty."

Jean-Claude smirked. "Mon Loup, you do know that is not proper, non?"

Caleb simply whimpered, closing his eyes.

Jason shrugged and kissed Caleb. "Like I care, Jean-Claude."

Jean-Claude laughed, looking at Asher. "So silent, mon Amour... enraptured in their show?"

Asher blinked and looked at Jean-Claude. "They are quite lovely."

"Oui... they are. However, our little pianist might not enjoy our participation, non?"

Caleb turned, snuggling into Jason.

"Maybe, maybe not." Asher said and kissed him.

Jean-Claude purred, and Caleb smirked tiredly. "Never did get to finish tasting him..."

"Maybe another time." Jason kissed his cat.

Jean-Claude purred at his lover.

Caleb smirked tiredly. "Never did get to finish tasting him..." He waved lazily at Asher.

"Maybe another time." Jason kissed his cat.

Asher smiled at Caleb.

Caleb yawned, his eyes starting to drift shut.

"Such a tired kitten..." Jean-Claude teased.

Jason carried him over to the bed and laid him down.

Asher leaned against Jean-Claude.

He let his hand run up and down Asher's side. "Perhaps, Mon Amour... if we got a cute animal, Keela would like it, non?"

Caleb held onto Jason, not letting him straighten up. "Mine..." He mumbled.

"But we already have Caleb and Jason." Asher said smiling.

Jason crawled into bed with him.

Jean-Claude laughed. "Ah, oui. But for now, we should let them sleep, non?"

"For now." Asher put his arm around his as they headed back to their room.

Tracing a pattern on the small of Asher's back, Jean-Claude smiled. "So... what shall our first move be in our seduction of Keela?"

"Hmm...we will strike at the wedding." Asher grinned.

"Our move being..." Jean-Claude licked Asher's pulse, sucking it.

"Perhaps we can start out with dinner." He purred.

"Then... dancing?" The sourdre de sange whispered against Asher's lips.

"Of course, mon amour." Asher returned the kiss. "We'll work away at her very slow until she comes to us."

"So sure she shall come to us, Mon Amant?"

"Oh, I know she will." Asher grinned. "What woman can resist us?"

"I can think of none..." He slipped a hand down, pinching Asher ass before disappearing into his rooms.

Asher quickly followed him. "What are you up too?"

"Moi? Up to something? You jest." Jean-Claude looked innocent as he lay on his bed.

Asher gave him the look. "I do not jest. Something is going on in that mind of yours."

"And why would you think that?" Jean-Claude shifted against his silken sheets, the expression on Asher's face causing arousal to furl in his loins.

"That look on you face as you laid down for one thing." Asher sat on the side of the bed. "And the look that you have now."

"What does it say, Asher?" Jean-Claude moved slowly so that he was kneeling, legs spread to show off his arousal despite his clothing.

"It says 'Take me now'." He rubbed his lover's cock through his pants. "And I will have to oblige."

Jean-Claude moaned, his head falling back to bare his throat, his curls wild around him.

He moved so he was in front of him. "I love it when you moan like that. You moaned like that when Julianna would have her way with you." Asher whisper against his throat.

He shivered, "Asher..." Dieu...

"Oui?" He breathed against his ear.

"Let me touch you... touch me... I..." He turned his head, kissing Asher deeply.

Asher buried a hand in his curls. He moaned into Jean-Claude's mouth.

Shoving Asher's shirt from his shoulders, The Master of the City ignored the buttons that pulled free of it, instead, he purred as he licked and kissed Asher's chest.

Asher grabbed a handful of Jean-Claude's hair. "Mmm, mon amour."

"Oui?" He looked up, meeting the blonde's husky blue eyes as he flicked his tongue over his nipple.

Asher thrust his hips against Jean-Claude. "Dieu!"

"You enjoy that, mon Amant? And this?" He nipped gently at it.

"You are truly evil." He moaned to Jean-Claude.

"None... evil would be to torture you for hours on the point of orgasm without allowing you to come, again and again without touching you where you begged for it, longed for it..."Jean-Claude's voice was low, husky.

Asher bit his bottom lip. "Mon amour, you think of the most wicked things." He shivered at the sound of Jean-Claude's voice.

"Do you dislike it?" He licked a path down Asher's chest, blowing on it gently.

"Non. Please do not stop." He wrapped his arms around Jean-Claude.

He delved his tongue into Asher's navel, then circled it with his tongue, his chest against Asher's length.

Asher thrust against his shoulder as he did it. "Jean-Claude, I want you buried inside of me now."

"And if I wished to use my mouth on you?"

His eyes flashed. "Then I would be of no use to you. I do not think I could last long between those lovely lips of yours."

"It would not matter, Asher... I want you in my mouth... the taste of you rolling over my tongue, until you fill my mouth with your seed, unable to stop yourself from thrusting..." Jean-Claude purred, slowly undoing Asher's fly.

Asher shivered as Jean-Claude freed him from his tight pants.

"So which shall it be, Asher?" Stripping the blonde, Jean-Claude, licked away the fluid gathering at the head of his cock.

"I want to pour myself down your throat." He told him, thrusting against his lover's tongue.

Jean-Claude moaned, circling the head of Asher's member with his tongue before slowly making love to him with his mouth, sucking.

Asher grabbed his hair once again as he was helpless to do anything else.

Slipping a hand between Asher's legs, Jean-Claude teased his heavy sacs for a moment before scraping his nails gently over the soft skin behind them.

"Oh, Jean-Claude..." He moaned loudly as Jean-Claude's soft lips ran over his hard cock.

Jean-Claude purred, slipping a finger to tease Asher's entrance.

Asher spread his legs more to give Jean-Claude easier access.

Tonguing the head of Asher's cock, Jean-Claude reached and grabbed a vibrator, turning it on low as he added a little lubrication and rested it against Asher's entrance.

"Merde!" He cried out. "I knew you had something planned." He moaned as Jean-Claude slid the vibrator inside of him. He thrust into his mouth even harder.

Working Asher with his mouth and the vibrator, Jean-Claude purred, his tongue laving Asher's length in all the right placing as he sucked him.

Asher felt the pressure began to build up. He threw his head back and moaned as he came inside of Jean-Claude's mouth.

Jean-Claude groaned as he swallowed eagerly, not wanting to miss a drop.

Asher shook as he continued to torment him.

Slowly, Jean-Claude pulled back, licking Asher. "Dieu... you taste wonderful..."

"I am glad you liked it." He smiled down at him.

"Mmm... Oui." Jean-Claude let his face rest against Asher's thigh, closing his eyes.

Asher ran a hand down his back. "Je t'aime."

Jean-Claude purred, nuzzling Asher's thigh. "Mmm... Je t'aime aussi..."

"What to do with you now..." Asher purred.

The brunette looked up, startled. "Mon Ami, I had not intended you to reciprocate..."

"Yes, but I want to." Asher pushed him back onto the bed. "After all it is only fair that I torture you a bit." He grinned at him.

"And why is that?" Jean-Claude tensed involuntarily as he waited for Asher's touch.

"Because you had it coming." He slid a hand under Jean-Claude's shirt.

He shivered. "What have I done to deserve such treatment, Asher?"

"Your crimes are too numerous to mention." Asher pulled Jean-Claude's shirt off.

"Ah. And if I plead for mercy?" He leaned up, licking Asher's jaw.

Asher pushed him back down. "I am a cold master." He growled playfully.

"So I see..." Jean-Claude licked his lips.

"Oh, Jean-Claude. Those pants look so tight." He slowly undid the other man's pants.

"Merde..." Asher was teasing him, his fingers purposely brushing his aching length.

Asher finally freed him from his pants. He moved down his body so he could take Jean-Claude's cock into his mouth.

"Asher!" Jean-Claude fisted a hand in Asher's satiny hair, his body tense. "Please... do not tease..."

"I am not teasing." He told him and took all of him into his mouth in one fatal swoop.

The Master of the City cried out, tears of arousal springing to his eyes as he fought not to thrust into the warm velvet of Asher's mouth. "Dieu... please..."

Asher pulled back so he could run a tongue along the length of his. He took the head of Jean-Claude's cock into his mouth and began to suck on it gently, rolling his tongue across it as well.

Jean-Claude moaned as he watched Asher's mouth on him, his fingers massaging the other man's scalp. "Yes..."

He moaned as he slid his lover's cock deep into his throat once again. Asher slid his hand up to cup Jean-Claude's balls.

He growled in pleasure, unable to stop himself from thrusting into his lover's mouth.

Asher rolled his eyes up to see the look on Jean-Claude's face. He was so lovely when he was in the throws of pleasure.

"Dieu... Mon Amant... Asher... I..." Jean-Claude tossed his head from side to side, unable to hold still, overwhelmed with need.

Asher smiled as he found the vibrator. He pressed it against Jean-Claude's entrance. "I seem to have found something that belongs to you. I think I'll return it now." He slid into him as set it on the highest setting.

"Asher!" Jean-Claude screamed his name, grabbing at the bed, anything as he was filled, the vibration dead on his prostate.

Asher smiled. "Ah, is that a bit too much?"

He thrust, crying in need. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"I need... your mouth... Asher..." He begged.

Asher bent down and took him into his mouth once again.

Jean-Claude was unable to hold still, to overcome by desire to think about anything other than release. "Dieu! Yes!"

Asher relaxed his throat as Jean-Claude came, pouring himself down his throat. He swallowed all he had to offer.

Panting, Jean-Claude looked down at his lover, whimpering as he felt the vibrator still in contact with his prostate.

Asher turned the vibrator off as he pulled back. "You are lovely."

"Mm... not as lovely as you..." He mumbled, pulling Asher to him for a kiss.

Asher kissed him, their unique tasting mixing in their mouths.

"I love you, Asher... always." Jean-Claude stroked his hair.

"And I will always love you." He kissed him one last time before he laid down beside him.

"Now... how shall we advance upon our pianist at the wedding, hm?"

"Perhaps one of us can ask her to dance later on, when she isn't playing." Asher suggested.

"Mm... oui. You then, for you have always been the better of that talent."Jean-Claude moved, resting his head against Asher's shoulder.

"I had to be perfect or else Belle would have been furious." He kissed his temple.

"And then you can draw her into conversation and convince her to go on a date with us."

"Oh really? And how shall I get her to agree to that?"

Asher snorted "You will dazzle her I am sure. Just like you dazzled Julianna."

"Ah, but she only loved me because you did, Mon Amour." He kissed the corner of Asher's mouth.

"She was drawn to you, mon ami. She asked me to introduce her to you."

"You jest..." Jean-Claude stared at the blonde next to him.

"Non. She half dragged my over to you. I had told her about you of course, but she didn't know it was you at first." Asher smiled at him.

"I wish I had known..." He sighed, shaking his head.

"Does it matter?" He asked Jean-Claude.

"I suppose not." He kissed Asher, then closed his eyes.

"Is something wrong, Jean-Claude?" Asher asked worried.

"Nothing. I am... how do you say? Brooding? I miss our times with her..."

"As do I." He closed him eyes. "I dream of her sometimes, of us when we were together. It still pains me to think about her."

"Perhaps... we should wait then..." Jean-Claude kissed Asher's lashes gently. "I am sorry."

"Non, Julianna would want us to be happy." Asher looked at him. "She wouldn't want us to be alone."

"If you are sure..." A curl fell into Jean-Claude's face, but he ignored it.

"I am sure." Asher pushed the curl out of his face.

He kissed the other man's hand. "Then we shall love her, non?"

"Oui, we shall love her like the stars love the sky." Asher smiled at him.

"And as the flower loves the sun..." Jean-Claude smiled back.

"And now we must sleep for the sun is about to steal our breath." Asher told him.

"Je t'aime, Mon Amant."

"Je t'adore, mon beau."

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