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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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Greg bit his lip as he looked through his closet. "Caleb! Did you take my pants again?"

Caleb shook his head, moving into the room and shaking out his wet hair. "I didn't take them. Have you checked the dresser?"

"I hang my pants up; why would they be there?" Gregory looked confused for a moment before licking his lips. Caleb. In a towel. "Do we have to go?"

"Not yet." Caleb stopped in front of the dresser, pulling open a drawer and tugging out a pair of jeans.

Gregory bit his lip, moving to hug his lover from behind. "How long is not yet?"

Caleb glanced over his shoulder, lips twitching. "Half an hour."

"If we're quick-"

"We'd have to take another shower... and you still need to find your pants."

Gregory sighed. "Alright. I'm going to look downstairs on the drier."

"Okay." Caleb turned, brushing his lips over Gregory's. "Love you, Greg."

"Love you too, Cale." Gregory smiled slightly, heading downstairs. Caleb had wanted to go to this new club for a while, and so they were going. Honestly, Gregory couldn't care less, but it was something Caleb would enjoy, so?

Gregory found his pants and pulled them on, and a nice shirt. There.

Caleb trotted down the stairs a moment later, jeans fitting tight to his legs and a dark tank top clinging to his chest. He carried a loose zip up hoodie over his arm, shoes held by the laces in his other hand. "Find your pants, Greg?"

"Nope." Gregory smirked, coming out of the laundry room.

"Uh huh." Caleb sat on the bottom step, shoving his shoes on.

Gregory nodded, grabbing his boots from by the door. He had put his socks on upstairs. "Caleb?"

"Yeah?" Caleb tied his shoes quickly, standing from the step and pulling on the hoodie.

"What do you have planned for the rest of the night?" Gregory bit his lip. "And is that appropriate for a club?"

Caleb looked down at himself, "I think it is. And I don't think I have anything planned. If I do, I can't remember it."

Gregory shrugged. "Alright." He wrapped his arms around Caleb's waist, hugging him. "Mine..."

"Yours." Caleb smiled, hugging Gregory back.

"So where is this new club at?" Gregory furrowed his brow as he pulled back. "I've haven't heard."

"It's in the District. A couple minutes away from the Circus."

"Ah." Gregory nodded. "You can drive then."

Caleb nodded, "Do you know where we left the keys?"

"Um..." Gregory bit his lip. "The key rack?"

"Right." Caleb moved into the kitchen, looking at the keys on the rack. "Did you change the key chain, or are they not here?"

"I didn't touch them." Gregory started back upstairs. "I'll check our pants."

Caleb glanced around the kitchen, frowning. Which one of them had had the keys last? If it had been him, it was highly unlikely they'd find them tonight...

About five minutes later, Gregory came back down. "Got them."

Caleb grinned, moving to meet Gregory at the stairs. "Really?"

He waved the keys. "Really."

Caleb hugged him, lifting him off his feet and swinging him around. "I love you!"

Gregory laughed. "Put me down, you-"

"Why?" Caleb smiled, holding his lover aloft easily.

Gregory smirked, wrapping his legs around Caleb's waist. "On second thought..."

Caleb took a step towards the door, carrying Gregory with him. "We still need to go... but if we get there early..."

Gregory quirked a brow. "I feel like a kid, Cale."

"Really?" Caleb smiled, trying to open the front door and still hold Gregory up.

Gregory sighed. "Really." He rested his head against Caleb's throat.

"Something wrong, Greg?" Caleb frowned slightly, giving up on the door.

"Mm." Gregory shifted. "That."

"Oh..." Caleb leaned him against the door; "I could fix that for you..."

"Cale..." Gregory bit his lip. "Later, okay? After the club."

"Okay." Caleb let him slide down to stand again.

Gregory leaned forward, brushing his lips over his lover's. "I've got plans, alright?"

"Yep." Caleb brushed his lips back over Gregory's, "Ready to go?"

Gregory nodded. "Yeah."

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Gregory smiled as they entered the club. The upper level, where they had come in looked down at the dance floor from all sides. The floors were dark wood, as were the matching tables and chairs. The lighting was low, creating the desired atmosphere. The bar was to the left. It was crowded above, and below. Couples jammed the dance floor.

Gregory grinned. "This is great." Music poured in from around them.

Caleb smiled, "Want a drink? My treat."*

Gregory nodded. "If I can treat you."

"You are my treat."

"Flatterer." Gregory smirked. "Seriously, what do you want? A Bud?"

"I'll take a Corona." Caleb took Gregory's hand, weaving through the crowd towards the bar. "What do you want, Greg?"

"I'll steal sips of yours."

"That kind of defeats the purpose, you know."

"You know I don't drink that much..." Gregory stroked his thumb over Caleb's hand.

"I know..." He squeezed Gregory's hand gently. "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

Gregory nodded. "Yeah. Thanks though. If I get thirsty later you can get me something."

"Okay..."

Gregory bit his lip. "If you want, you could get me a water..."

"You sure?" Caleb tilted his head, finding an empty space at the bar.

"Yeah. If they've got that lime-kiwi water, that'd be good."

"Okay." Caleb smiled, turning to the bartender that had moved over to them.

Gregory slid a bill onto the counter. "This is for the Corona."

Caleb nodded, making their orders and pulling out his wallet.

Gregory smiled as the drinks were paid for and Caleb opened his. "Got any plans for dancing?"

"Nope." Caleb took a sip of the beer, smiling slightly at his lover. "Do you?"

"With you, later." Gregory smirked, opening his water.

Caleb stuck his tongue out at the other were, "Show off."

"Nah. I'm just the one who didn't get accepted into Harvard here."

Caleb shook his head, "They wouldn't have wanted me anyway. Not their kind of person. Besides, I'm happier with you."

Gregory wrapped an arm around his waist. "Mm. I doubt the first... but I’m glad about the second." He kissed his lover's jaw.

Caleb smiled, "You shouldn't doubt either."

"Mmm..." Gregory rubbed his cheek along Caleb's. "If you say so."

"I do." Caleb returned the gesture, pulling back enough to take a drink of the beer in his hand.

Gregory took the first sip of his water. "Hm... good."

"Is it?" Caleb quirked a brow.

"Sure. Have a sip." Gregory offered the bottle.

Caleb took it, offering the Corona to Gregory.

He took it, taking a small sip. "Thanks."

"No problem." Caleb took a sip of the water, pausing for a moment. "That's good..."

"See? Told you." Gregory smiled, stealing the bottle back.

Caleb took back his beer, grinning in return. "Yeah, yeah... Know-It-All." He teased, taking a drink from his beer again.

Gregory toasted him with the water, stepping towards the railing to watch the dancers.

Caleb followed him, leaning against the railing and looking down.

Gregory leaned against him, resting his head on his lover's shoulder. "Care to dance?"

"Sure." Caleb looked down at Gregory, slipping an arm around his waist.

"Where are the stairs down?" Gregory brushed his lips over Caleb's jaw.

Caleb frowned, glancing around. "Over there." He pointed, looking back at Gregory.

"Ah. Let's go." He smiled, leading the other leopard towards the stairs.

Caleb followed him, slipping past the other occupants of the club.

Gregory grabbed a table as they passed, setting down his water. "There. Free hands."

Caleb set his drink down next to Gregory's. "Probably easier to dance this way."

"I figured." Gregory grabbed Caleb's hand. "Let's dance."

It wasn't long before they were downstairs, weaving their way to the dance floor.

Gregory paused. "Here?"

"Sure."

He paused. "Do you not want to dance, Caleb? We can go upstairs... or..." Gregory sighed. His lover had been so enthused about this trip... now...

"It's not that." Caleb smiled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Gregory. "Listen to the song."

Gregory paused, tilting his head. "What?" The singer started in and he grinned, singing with it. "This is where I'll be so heavenly..."

Caleb grinned back, beginning to move with the well-defined beats of the music.

Gregory mirrored him, settling for mouthing the words. "Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael, you're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor
Michael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter now
And nothing matters now..."

Caleb let his hands rest on Gregory's hips, their bodies mere inches apart. It would be hard to continue to just dance, being used to stripping with Gregory. Somehow he doubted that this club would accept stripping.

Gregory pressed his lips to Caleb's jaw for a moment, resting a hand on Caleb's shoulder.

"I love you." Caleb kissed the spot behind Gregory's ear.

He shivered. "Cale..." Gregory swallowed. "Love you too..." They moved together, several people stopping and watching them move... not in disgust but...

Caleb slid his hands to Gregory's back, pulling him a little closer. "Thanks for coming tonight."

Gregory licked his lips before brushing them over Caleb's. "Of course... I love being with you... dancing... talking... sleeping... and I mean actually sleeping, gutter head."

Caleb smirked, kissing the corner of Gregory's mouth. "You don't enjoy that too?"

"Nope. In fact, I don't like any of that."

"Are you saying I'm not a good lover?"

"No..." Gregory smirked, kissing his lover. "I love it... and the rest of the list."

Caleb smiled, "Good. I'd be devastated otherwise."

The song was drawing to an end and Gregory bit his lip, concentrating on moving his hips with the rhythm.

Caleb stopped when the song did, his arms slipping around Gregory's waist.

Gregory met Caleb's eyes. "Hi."

"Hi."

Gregory swallowed, pushing Caleb's hair back.

It fell back into place, and Caleb smiled slightly. "Back to the drinks?"

"Mm... one more dance?"

"Of course."

A slow song began, soft vocals of wordless vowels easing into the music. Caleb smiled again, finding the beat to the music. The leopard began to sing softly, his voice blending with the words. "There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen."

Gregory encircled Caleb's neck with his arms. He loved it when Caleb sang. In all honesty, his voice was not the best, but it was better than average.

Caleb pulled Gregory up against him, his voice softening to the point where only his lover could hear. "Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah... Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grave, I've been kissed by a rose on the grave, I've been kissed by a rose, I've been kissed by a rose on the grave..."

Gregory closed his eyes, listening as they moved.

Caleb sang softly, resting his head against Gregory's as the instruments took over.

"I love you, Cale." Gregory said softly, content to just be for the moment.

"I love you too, Greg." Caleb kissed Gregory's temple, shutting his eyes as they moved.

The song ended a bit later and they pulled reluctantly apart.

Caleb took Gregory's hand, "Do you want to dance again? In a bit?"

"Mm. Up to you, Cale." Gregory smiled. "I'm thirsty now, though."

"Let's go up." Caleb smiled back, leading Gregory off the dance floor.

They made it back to their table... only to find their drinks were gone. "This is the right table, right?" Gregory frowned. "Well... It's probably not safe anyway..."

"We can get some more. I'll pay."

"Are you sure, Cale? I can-"

"Don't worry about it. Lime water, right?"

Gregory nodded. "Please. Should I save the table?"

Caleb shrugged, "If you want. I'll be right back."

"Alright." Gregory smiled at his lover, sitting down.

Caleb smiled back, moving towards the bar.

Gregory sat down at the table, watching the people on the dance floor as a new song came on... Ah. Crazy Town... Butterfly.

"Excuse me... Sir?"

Gregory turned, seeing a woman a little older than him. "Yes?"

"Are you Gregory? From Guilty Pleasures?

He paused, considering. "I am... why?"

"OH! Please, please.... can I have your autograph?!"

Caleb came back to the table, frowning and handing Gregory one of the lime waters he'd bought. "Who's this?"

"Melinda!" The woman bounced. "PLEASE sign?" She glanced at Caleb. "OH MY GOD! CALEB!"

Gregory swallowed, standing. "Cale, maybe-"

Caleb winced, pressing a hand to his ear. "Holy shit... Ow. Maybe we should-" The woman cut him off.

"Please SIGN!" She screamed the last word, ripping off her shirt, pointing at her breasts. "You on the right, and him on the left-"

Gregory glared at her. "We won't be signing anything. Leave us alone."

Caleb blinked, tearing his eyes away from the view he'd been presented.

She pouted, her eyes tearing up. "But.... but..."

"Leave." Caleb shook his head, "We're not working tonight. Go find someone who can pay those the proper attention." He gestured at her breasts.

One of the club officials started over, the woman finally leaving.

Gregory sighed, pushing his hair back. "Damn it."

Caleb sat down at the table, "You okay, Greg?"

Gregory nodded, sitting as well. "I hate people."

"Can't blame you." Caleb opened his water, glancing at Gregory. "Let me know if you want to leave, okay?"

Gregory swallowed, resting an elbow on the table. "Yeah. Just as long as we're not accosted again... we're good." He opened his water, taking a sip.

Caleb took a drink of his water, "Yeah. That was... weird."

"To put it mildly." Gregory licked his lips. "So... what next?"

"Well... we could go home, or we could dance some more. You said you had plans, so..."

Gregory shook his head. "They're nothing huge, Cale. We can be out as late as you want."

"What are they?" Caleb tilted his head, a curl falling into his eyes.

Gregory's lips quirked. "Guess."

Caleb grinned, "We should get home soon, then."

"Oh?" Gregory quirked a brow. "We've only danced twice."

"We can dance more."

"Do you want to?"

"If you do."

"Caleb." Gregory sighed. "Yes or no."

"Yes."

"After the drinks, okay?"

"Okay."

Gregory smiled at his lover, sipping his drink again.

Several minutes later they were back downstairs, stepping onto the dance floor.

Gregory pulled his lover to him. "I don’t' know this song... but oh well." He grinned.

Caleb grinned back, letting Gregory lead the dance.

"Hey, Cale... guess what?"

"Chicken butt."

Gregory laughed. "No. Scotty Doesn't Know!" He sang with the lyrics, goofing around a bit.

Caleb snickered, goofing off as well.

Gregory grabbed Caleb's hand, spinning him in a circle.

Caleb spun back into him, trying not to laugh. "Having fun, Greg?"

"Of course." Gregory kissed Caleb's cheek, bobbing his head.

Caleb turned his head, brushing his lips over Gregory's. "Good."

"Mm. What about you, Cale?"

"I always have fun with you."

"Good." Gregory shifted so he was standing behind the other were, his hands on Caleb's hips.

Caleb glanced behind him, moving his hands to rest on Gregory's.

Gregory nuzzled the back of his lover's neck. "You keep stealing my cologne..."

"It smells better than mine..." Caleb shivered, curling his fingers around Gregory's.

"Does it?" Gregory pressed a small kiss to Caleb's nape.

Caleb swallowed, "Yeah..."

"Cale?" Gregory rested his head on Caleb's shoulder, realizing they had stopped dancing.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

Caleb turned in Gregory's embrace, "I'm fine..."

"You sure?" Gregory raised a hand, smoothing Caleb's hair.

"Mmhm..." Caleb purred softly, leaning into Gregory's hand.

Gregory swallowed. "Cale... let's go..."

Caleb turned his head, kissing Gregory's palm. "Okay..."

Gregory's breath hitched slightly. "Yeah.... going..."

Caleb took his hand, pulling Gregory off the dance floor. "Come on..."

Gregory followed him, not that he had much choice... or complaint.

Caleb led him out to the car, unlocking it quickly.

"Eager to get home, Cale?"

"Very."

"Ditto. You aren't going to crash us, are you?"

"I never have before. Don't see why I should start now."

Gregory smirked slightly. "Alright."

Nearly an hour later, Caleb shut off the car. He glanced at his lover, "We're home."

Gregory blinked open his eyes. "I wasn't sleeping, Cale."

"I know." Caleb unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Ah." Gregory unbuckled as well, climbing out of the car. "So... want to watch football?"

"There isn't a game tonight." Caleb climbed out, shutting the door.

Gregory blinked. "Really? Oh."

Caleb smiled slightly, "Come on. Let's go inside."

Gregory shook his head as they started for the house, locking the car. "I guess I should start watching football if I'm going to talk about it."

"It might help." Caleb grinned, moving over to take Gregory's hand.

Gregory smiled. "Do you think we could make it through a game without getting distracted?"

"Honestly?" Caleb pulled him towards the house. "Nope."

Gregory laughed. "In a hurry? We're home..."

"We're home, but not inside."

Gregory shook his head as they opened the front door. "And why do we need to be inside?"

Caleb pulled Gregory inside, shutting the door. He turned, pinning Gregory to it. "This is why..."

Gregory shivered. "This?"

Caleb brushed his lips over Gregory's, "Yeah... and other things..."

Gregory swallowed, pressing his lips to Caleb's.

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Forrest watched Misty, his body as still as hers. She'd been dead for two nights already, and they were well into the third. Shouldn't she have woken by now? Had he... No. He wouldn't think like that. He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd done all three bites, and she'd taken his blood. But...

What if something had gone wrong? What if she hadn't swallowed, and she was really dead? He wouldn't be able to stand it, if he lost her now because of the process that was suppose to keep her alive.

Forrest moved, shaking off the stillness that had claimed him. Wait... had she moved, or was he hallucinating?

Her head shifted slightly, her eyes moving beneath closed lids as her nose flared, taking in a multitude of scents... the most important... blood. Close by... the heart beating ever so slowly near her was not alive... but it held what she needed. Her eyes opened, and she sat up, heading for Forrest's neck.

Forrest managed to get his hair out of the way before her fangs sunk into his neck. He hissed, his hands rising to her shoulders.

She bit hard, swallowing with a low moan. She drank deep, warmth returning to her pale skin.

Forrest pulled back as she slowly released his neck. She was alive... sort of. But he'd done it right, and she was with him... "Princess?"

She licked her lip and swallowed before meeting his gaze. "For...Forrest?"

He smiled, cupping her cheek. "Hey..."

"I... hi." She glanced at his neck, seeing the half-healed bite. "I... I'm sorry..."

He shook his head, hugging her to him. "Don't be... I figured you'd need to feed... That's why I fed earlier."

"Everything's so vivid... and clear..." She wrapped her arms around him, shaking a bit. "Mel?"

"She's fine... she's with Darien. Called earlier to say they'd be visiting their Pack leaders for a while. She should be home tomorrow, after school." Forrest rubbed her back as he spoke, relieved to hold her.

Misty nodded. "It's weird..."

"What is?" He looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Not breathing."

"You can if you want to."

"But why?" Misty shook her head. "There's no point."

Forrest shrugged. "There isn't a point. It tends to make people more comfortable, though. Usually."

Misty shook her head. "It's so loud..."

Forrest nodded, "You'll get used to it after awhile."

She rubbed her face over his chest. "I'm glad Mel wasn't here."

He wrapped his arms around her, leaning back against the headboard. "Me too. I'm not sure how she'd have taken it..."

"I... might have bitten her."

"No... She wouldn't have been allowed in the room."

Misty bit her lip. "Yeah."

"Princess..." Forrest stroked his thumb over her jaw. "You're going to bleed."

She blinked at him, releasing her lip. "Oh... I forgot." Her eyes darkened. "You don't have to be afraid for me. You'll protect me."

Forrest stilled, face clearly showing the immediate surprise he'd felt. How had she... Oh. He knew she'd been an empath, but she'd never felt him before... Had the change effected how much she picked up? "Are you sure? I won't be with you every moment... what if I'm not there when you need me, and I lose you? You were only gone for three days, and I was nearly ready to jump into the sun."

She cupped his face. "Trust me."

"I do trust you." Trusting her wasn't the issue... Trusting himself was.

She smiled slightly. "Then trust that I trust you."

"Alright." He didn't bother masking that fact that he was unconvinced, letting it show clearly on his face and in his emotions.

Misty pressed her mouth to his. "Silly vampire..."

Forrest's lips twitched, "Like you have room to throw stones..."

"Small ones."

"Pebbles."

She smiled. "Bigger than pebbles."

He raised a brow, "You're pushing it..."

"I'm not pushing anything."

He brushed his lips over hers, "So you say."

She licked her lips. "Do you need to feed again?"

"Yes..." The word was loaded with regret, and he rested his forehead against hers.

"Oh." She smiled. "At least you regret it as much as I do."

He kissed her temple, "I love you."

"I love you too."

************

Misty swallowed as they approached Guilty Pleasures. It was nearly overwhelming. All the sound, smells... and the emotions. It was more intense than it'd ever been.

Forrest squeezed her hand gently, leading her into the club. They were there to meet with Jean-Claude... He and Misty had gone over the proper greetings and rules in the car, but... How much would it help? With the Master of the City being in a constant state of unrest...

"This place is unhappy..." She spoke softly.

He nodded, shifting his hand so that it covered the slow beating pulse of Misty's wrist. "Come on... Jean-Claude's waiting."

She shivered. "Alright. I'll follow you."

Forrest paused outside of Jean-Claude's office door, knocking after a short moment. He opened the door at Jean-Claude’s sharp snap of "Entrez."

Misty watched as the door opened and Forrest entered before following... not that she could to much else with his fingers on her pulse.

Forrest nodded his head to Jean-Claude, shutting the door behind himself and Misty. "Jean-Claude."

Jean-Claude nodded back at Forrest, gesturing the two young vampires forward.

Misty stepped forward, struggling to recall the protocol.

Forrest moved in front of her, tilting his head and offering his neck to the Master of the City.

Jean-Claude stood from his lounging position against the desk, stepping forward and brushing his lips over the large vein that rested in Forrest's neck. He pulled back, offering Forrest his wrist.

Forrest froze, looking up at Jean-Claude. Wrist? He was giving him wrist? The lowest possible form of an offering, stating clearly that he found Forrest in no way his equal. Forrest forced himself to brush his lips very lightly over Jean-Claude's pale wrist, straightening sharply.

Misty glanced at her lover, sensing his resentment and annoyance. But beneath that, the room swelled with tension. Jean-Claude was angry... very angry. And resigned. He turned towards her and she tilted her head for him, pushing her hair out of the way.

Jean-Claude pushed Forrest lightly out of the way, stepping forward and appraising Misty. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Misty's neck. He pulled back, his face impassive as he offered her the same wrist he'd offered Forrest.

She eyed him for a moment before pressing her lips to his pulse.

Forrest moved back to Misty's side, "Jean-Claude, Master of the City, I would like you to meet Misty Malone."

"Bonjour." Jean-Claude's nod was almost a bow. "It is a pleasure. I assume you are here to request leave to stay in the City?"

"Yes, Sir." She inclined her head as well, listening as he began to outline the guidelines she would have to follow in order to remain in the city.

"Do you agree?"

Misty nodded. "I do."

Forrest took Misty's hand again, keeping his face smooth and empty. The terms were not unusual, close to the ones Jean-Claude had given to him five years ago. "Thank you, Jean-Claude."

Jean-Claude waved Forrest's thanks away, moving around the desk and seating himself. "Be gone. You have taken what you need of me. Go and feed. Nathaniel is not far off."

"Do I not need to swear a blood oath?"

Jean-Claude murmured a curse, "Merde. I am slipping..." His voice was soft, and he was clearly unaware that he was speaking at all.

Misty looked at the floor. The Master of the City was filled with despair and... pain. He was hurting. It was nearly overwhelming and she reached out, touching him. She couldn't stop herself.

Jean-Claude tensed under her touch, then reached up and took her by the wrist. His grip was almost vice like as he began the blood oath, clearly wishing for it to be over.

Forrest took an involuntary step forward, glancing between his lover and Jean-Claude.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her wrist would snap if he tightened his grip.

Jean-Claude let her wrist go after a moment of speaking, then pronounced one syllable that created a small, relatively shallow slice on her wrist. He repeated the syllable, doing the same to his own wrist before pressing both together. "You have agreed to the terms of this blood oath, have you not?" His other hand held their wrists together, and he stared stonily at her.

"I have." Misty opened her eyes, their color darkened to emerald.

"The oath has been sealed." Jean-Claude released her wrist, leaning back in his seat as his own arm healed.

She raised her wrist to her mouth, licking away the excess. "In that case, good night."

Jean-Claude hardly noticed as Forrest and Misty left, the door shutting behind them. Dieu... He had known his condition was not one to be envied, but to forget a blood oath? It was not like him. Having a fledgling remind him of the oath was worse. He was losing control of not only his people, but himself.

He knew what was causing him distress. How could he possibly forget her? "Time would ease all wounds." He'd been told. Time. He'd been both blessed and cursed with endless amounts of it. Time would ease all wounds... Jean-Claude sighed. Time, indeed.

The vampire rubbed his forehead. Why did it hurt so much to be apart from her? Separation had never hurt so much before... Why now, of all times? Belle Morte was about, and he had to be at his best. He began to grow weary, however. He could only take so many hours of ill concealed threats and blunt advances. If only he could sleep, gain at least a few moments of peace...

Would sleep be peaceful, or would he be pulled into another ridiculous dream? He rested his head on the desk, unable to bring himself to care.

It was several hours before he moved again.

**************

Shang-Da stirred, shifting as sleep abandoned him. He blinked his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. It couldn't be much past four in the morning, if that. The Hati rolled over, intent on getting at least two more hours of sleep.

His eyes rested on Jamil, watching the rise and fall of the dark were's chest as he slept. The soft light from the street lamps outside drifted in through the cracked open window. It accented the strong lines of the Sköll's cheekbones and well-defined chest. Shang-Da shut his eyes, rolling back onto his back. He wouldn't get any sleep if he kept staring.

The Sköll shifted, rolling to rest his head on Shang-Da's chest.

Shang-Da wrapped an arm around Jamil, shifting slightly to better accommodate Jamil's sleeping weight.

Jamil blinked open his eyes. "Hati?"

"Mm?" Shang-Da cracked open his eyes, peering down at Jamil.

"What 'ime is it?"

Shang-Da turned his head, glancing at the clock. He'd been right. "A little after four."

"Mm. Why are you awake?" Jamil lifted his head.

"Not sure..." Shang-Da shrugged with one shoulder.

"Ah." The Sköll licked his lips. "Shang-Da... would you like to try something?"

Shang-Da quirked a brow, nodding after a moment of thought.

"I just had a thought," Jamil sat up. "You've never been on top."

Shang-Da blinked, pushing himself into an upright position. Jamil couldn't seriously be suggesting...

The Sköll stayed quiet, patiently awaiting the Hati's reply.

"You're my dominant..."

Jamil frowned, standing. "Yes. I'll be back." The Sköll moved, shutting the bathroom door behind him. Damn it! He felt like screaming. No one had topped him before and he'd offered- screw it. Just screw it.

He locked the door before turning on the shower. He couldn't go back into that room right now.

Shang-Da shut his eyes, dropping back onto the bed. His head hit the headboard hard, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

What the fucking hell was wrong with him? Jamil never made those kind of offers, he didn't apologize, and he was hardly ever gentle. Why was it that every time Jamil did something he’d never done before... Shang-Da stood, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.

Jamil glared at the tile as water raged down on him. Damn it! He punched the tile and it crumbled, his fist buried in the wall before he punched again.

Shang-Da flinched as he heard each bang, knocking soundly on the door with the hand that wasn't inspecting the back of his head.

Jamil closed his eyes, leaning against the damaged wall. "What?"

"Can I come in?"

"...Why?"

Shang-Da sighed. "I want to apologize. I spoke without thinking, and it was stupid of me."

The Sköll sighed. "Just a second." He opened the door a moment later, still dripping.

Shang-Da dropped his hand back to his side, "Do I still have a chance?"

"At what, Shang-Da?"

"Topping you."

"You only need to ask me." Jamil turned, shutting off the shower.

Shang-Da leaned against the doorjamb, watching Jamil carefully. "Didn't I?"

The Sköll glanced at him. "Shang-Da, I am not your dominant. I'm not your submissive. I'm your lover. I think that everything should be equal. If you want to be on top, you only have to ask me. If you want me to top you, ask. You want me to taste you, ask. it's that simple. I don’t know what else you'd expect in a relationship."

Shang-Da nodded, moving into the bathroom. "May I top you, Sköll?"

Jamil considered him for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

Shang-Da smiled slightly, "Thank you."

Jamil nodded, grabbing a towel to dry off. "Watch the floor there. It'll be wet."

Shang-Da moved carefully over the spot, slipping his arms around Jamil's waist. He blinked, catching sight of the two large holes in the shower wall and the faint scent of Jamil's blood. Oh... that must have been the bangs... He didn't think punching holes in the walls was necessarily the best way to relieve tension, but... He didn't want to screw up with Jamil again. If he had to, he'd ask later.

The Sköll stilled before leaning into his lover.

Shang-Da kissed the soft spot behind Jamil's ear, his hands resting on the Sköll's abdomen.

"Bedroom?" Jamil inquired.

Shang-Da nodded, letting his hands slide over Jamil's skin as he pulled back.

The Sköll allowed himself a small smile. "The lubricant is in the other room, right?"

"Yes... I'll meet you in the bedroom." Shang-Da glanced at Jamil, seeming to ask if that was alright.

Jamil nodded. "Alright."

Shang-Da came into the bedroom a few minutes later, setting the bottle of lubricant on the small stand next to the bed.

Jamil swallowed. Damn it all! He was Sköll! He shouldn’t be nervous! There was no reason for it! Shang-Da wouldn't hurt him.

Shang-Da sat next to him on the bed, dark eyes seemingly calm in the half-light of the bedroom.

"Have you thought about doing this before, Shang-Da?"

"Yes... Have you?"

Jamil nodded. "Yes."

Shang-Da nodded, watching Jamil quietly. He seemed almost... nervous. But why? He'd been topped before, hadn't he? Maybe not by Shang-Da, but certainly he had.

The Sköll frowned, uncomfortable with the observation. "Have you changed your mind?"

Shang-Da shook his head, "No..."

"Oh." Jamil shifted. It was up to the Hati to start with this. He was dominant for this...

Shang-Da was quiet again, looking down at his lap as he thought. How would he phrase it? He didn't know how to start, and he didn't want to use Jamil's way of starting. After all, there was no wall to press the Sköll into. Only the bed. Shang-Da looked up, tilting his head slightly. "Sköll?"

"Yeah, Hati?"

"What do you like in a lover?"

Jamil blinked. "What?"

Shang-Da blinked. The Sköll had heard him, hadn't he? The Hati repeated the question, brow furrowing slightly.

Jamil frowned. "Shouldn't you know that?"

"Yes."

The Sköll fought back a sigh. Nothing could be normal between them... "I like my partner to make noise... let me know they like what I'm doing. I want my partner to do what they want and be confident in their actions. I like pain, but nothing extreme. Biting is okay, as long as it's not on my genitals. Does that work?"

Shang-Da nodded, trying to ignore his own large failings in his lover's short list. He instead focused on what Jamil had told him. Noise, confidence, and biting. That gave him absolutely nowhere for a starting point. He'd just have to guess, which wasn't something he found great enjoyment in doing.

Jamil sighed. Screw it. "We don't have to do this."

The Hati turned to him, shaking his head. He wanted to do this, and if Jamil didn't want him to, he'd stop. Shang-Da took a calming breath before shifting on the bed, pressing the Sköll into the mattress as he covered Jamil's mouth with his own.

Jamil swallowed, kissing the Hati back after a moment. Well. That had surprised him...

Shang-Da parted Jamil's lips slowly, giving the other were more than enough time to move if he wanted to.

Jamil let the Hati deepen the kiss, responding as his hands stroked Shang-Da's back.

He shivered, and he trailed his hand from Jamil's still damp shoulder down to the towel that was wrapped loosely around the Sköll's waist.

Jamil sucked on his lover's tongue, shifting his hips.

Shang-Da repressed the small noise that rose in his throat without thought, then inwardly cursed himself. Jamil liked his lover's to show appreciation through sound... He slid his hand into the towel, pushing it off Jamil's hips.

He shivered, breaking the kiss to press his lips to Shang-Da's jaw.

Shang-Da tilted his head, giving Jamil more room to work with. He shifted his weight to rest on his elbow, letting his other hand slip farther down Jamil's leg.

Jamil swallowed, sucking at his lover's pulse.

Shang-Da pushed back the first inclination to repress sound, instead letting the appreciative noise past his normal defenses.

Jamil paused, pulling back to blink at his lover.

Shang-Da swallowed, "What?"

"Nothing...You just never... make any noise while we..."

"I know..."

The Sköll nodded after a second, nipping the Hati's jaw.

Shang-Da let his hand move between his lover's thighs, nudging them apart.

Jamil swallowed a moan, his hands gripping Shang-Da's shoulders. Trust.

Shang-Da leaned down, kissing the Sköll's neck gently as his hand moved to grip Jamil's fully hard member.

He exhaled forcefully, struggling not to be vocal in his appreciation.

Shang-Da moved his hand in a slow stroke, fingers teasing.

"Shang-Da..."

Shang-Da raised his head, his eyes meeting Jamil's.

Jamil pressed his mouth to his lover's, sliding his hands down the Hati's back.

His muscles tightened and he returned Jamil's kiss, tracing the darker were's tip with his thumb.

Jamil moaned, arching into the other male. Damn it! Shang-Da liked quiet!

Shang-Da smiled slightly against Jamil's lips, his thumb continuing to tease his lover's erection.

The Sköll blinked, confused. Shang-Da liked quiet, yet he also seemed to like making his lover moan... it made little sense. Jamil swallowed, pressing up again.

Shang-Da pulled back from the kiss, dropping his hand down to find Jamil's entrance. He'd need the lubricant soon, but for now...

Jamil stiffened slightly, feeling the gentle probing. "The lubri-"

"I know, Sköll..." Shang-Da traced his lover's entrance before pulling his hand back, reaching for the bottle.

Jamil squeezed his eyes shut. Of course the Hati knew.

Shang-Da sat up, looking down at Jamil as he opened the lubricant.

The Sköll opened his eyes, reaching out to run a hand down his lover's chest.

A soft sound escaped him as Jamil's callused palm brushed over his nipple. Shang-Da tightened his grip on the bottle, unwilling to spill it.

Jamil sat up, pulling the hard nubbin into his mouth.

Shang-Da dropped the bottle cap on the bed, pressing into Jamil's mouth.

His hand trailed down, stroking Shang-Da’s hardness.

"Jamil..." Shang-Da voice was low, nearly a moan.

The Sköll shivered. "Mm?"

Shang-Da opened his eyes slowly, lifting the lubricant, which was threatening to spill. "May I...?"

Jamil pulled back, laying down again. "Yes..."

Shang-Da poured some of the lubricant into his hand, setting the bottle on the stand next to the bed. He located the cap with his empty hand and dropped it next to the bottle, slowly spreading the lube over his fingers.

The Sköll shivered, taking a deep breath. Don't tense, you'll be fine. He'll never notice...

Shang-Da frowned as he leaned over his lover, noting the fine quiver in his muscles. He was acting rather like a deer, trapped in a corner and unsure of what to do. "Jamil?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The Sköll frowned. "Of course I'm sure."

Shang-Da nodded slowly, slipping his hand back down to Jamil's entrance.

Jamil shivered as Shang-Da's fingers probed again, one slipping slightly inside. The Sköll whimpered.

Shang-Da brushed his lips over Jamil's, his finger moving in short thrusts, as Jamil had done to him countless times.

Jamil moaned, his back arching as the other were stroked something deep inside. "Shang-Da..."

The Hati smiled, carefully adding another finger. "Yes?"

The Sköll took another deep breath, biting his lip as he shifted his hips.

Shang-Da let Jamil adjust to the extra finger before moving them in small thrusts again.

Jamil reached up, stroking Shang-Da's shoulder as he moved his hips again.

Shang-Da shivered, his fingers crooking slightly.

Jamil moaned again, pressing upwards. "Hati..."

Shang-Da paused, "Ready?" He ached... Jamil had to be ready by now...

Jamil swallowed. "One more..."

Shang-Da nodded, forcing back his need as he slowly added another finger to Jamil's entrance.

The Sköll shut his eyes. Deep breaths... he'd be fine... just stay calm...

The Hati moved his hand carefully, watching Jamil's face. Something was off, but...

Jamil blinked open his eyes, frowning as Shang-Da pulled back and away from him. "Hati?"

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong." Damn it. How could he tell?

"You're tense. Something's wrong."

"I'm not tense."

"You are."

Jamil sighed, sitting up. "You couldn't just go with it, could you?"

Shang-Da crossed his arms loosely, gaze determined. "No."

The Sköll muttered his answer, shoving a hand roughly through his hair.

Shang-Da was as close to gaping as he'd ever been in his life. Jamil had never been topped?!

"You don't have to look so damn amazed... It's not that big of a deal." Jamil stood. He couldn't sit still.

Shang-Da turned, grabbing Jamil's hand with the hand that wasn't lubricated. "You were going to let me do this without telling me?"

Jamil lowered his gaze to the floor in response. "I didn't think it mattered."

"I would have liked to know..."

Jamil paused. "Why?"

Shang-Da took a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "I... don't know."

The Sköll sighed. "It doesn't matter, Shang-Da."

The Hati stood, resting an arm lightly around Jamil's waist. "Alright..."

Jamil shivered, glancing at his lover. "So you want to continue?"

"If you don't mind."

The Sköll faced the Hati fully. "Wasn't this my idea?"

"Yes." Shang-Da tightened his arm around Jamil, holding the Sköll closer to him.

"Then why would I mind?"

The Hati smiled slightly. "Back to the bed?"

"You're in charge, Hati."

Shang-Da steered his lover back to the bed, pushing Jamil gently down onto the mattress.

Jamil smirked a bit, sprawling out.

Shang-Da let his eyes travel over Jamil, and he moved to cover the Sköll's body with his own.

Jamil shivered as the Hati's leg slid between his thighs.

Shang-Da brushed his lips over Jamil's, sliding his hand back to Jamil's entrance.

The Darker wolf moaned, muscles tightening in response as the Hati slid one finger inside of him, then another. "Shang-Da..."

Shang-Da began to move his hand again, adding the third finger carefully.

"Hati..." Jamil moaned again, shifting his hips. "I... I want..."

Shang-Da raised a brow at his lover, his hand continuing its movement.

"I... please..." Jamil blinked. Damn. He'd.... oh.... that felt good...

The Hati pulled his hand back, stroking the lubricant over himself.

The Sköll shifted on the bed, leaning up to nip at his lover's pulse.

Shang-Da swallowed, nudging Jamil's thighs apart as he pressed him back into the bed.

Jamil shivered. "Hati..." The blunt tip of Shang-Da's erection pressed against him, and the Sköll bit the inside of his lip.

"Ready, Sköll?" Shang-Da's breathing was a little uneven, and he shifted his hips.

"Yes."

Shang-Da pressed slowly into him, feeling Jamil grip him as he pushed carefully inside.

The Sköll moaned, gripping the Hati's shoulders. Shit... breathe...

The Hati stopped moving, his eyes locking on his lover's. "Jamil...?"

"It's okay..." Jamil leaned up, nipping his lover's throat. "Sore... but..."

Shang-Da nodded, lips quirking slightly. "Ah..." He rocked his hips gently, a soft moan escaping him as he fully encased himself in Jamil's heat.

Jamil swallowed. "A second..."

Shang-Da dropped his head, letting it rest in the crook of Jamil's neck.

The Sköll nipped at Shang-Da's ear, shifting his hips. Jamil's eyes widened, and he groaned.

Shang-Da shut his eyes, pulling out of Jamil gradually.

Jamil stroked his hands down his lover's back. "Lord..."

Shang-Da kissed Jamil's throat, thrusting back into Jamil with growing swiftness.

The Sköll shifted his hips, moving with the Hati. "Uhn...mm..."

Shang-Da tilted his hips, hitting the spot he knew Jamil would love.

The Sköll cried out, squeezing the other man.

The Hati moaned, opening his eyes. He slid a hand over Jamil's chest, fingers teasing the smooth skin.

The Sköll scraped his fingernails gently down his lover's chest. "Come on..."

Shang-Da made a noise in his throat, thrusting hard into Jamil.

Jamil's back arched, his hardness aching as he reached down, stroking himself.

Shang-Da inwardly cursed, moving his hand down to replace Jamil's.

The Sköll blinked, his finger's teasing the Hati's chest. "I-"

Shang-Da shivered, moving his hand in time with his thrusts. "Let me..."

Jamil leaned up, catching his lover's lips with his.

Shang-Da parted his lips, letting Jamil deepen the kiss.

He caressed his lover's tongue with his, sucking slightly. He was getting close...

Shang-Da swallowed, his grip tightening.

Jamil's hips thrust up harder, his thumbs caressing the other man's nipples.

Shang-Da's hips jerked, and he lost his rhythm for a moment.

Jamil moaned, breaking the kiss to nip at his lover's jaw.

Shang-Da found his rhythm again, hands and hips moving in time.

"Mm... Hati...." The Sköll swallowed.

"Sköll..."

Jamil felt his body tighten, and he caressed the Hati's shoulders.

Shang-Da shifted, leaning down to bite carefully at Jamil's shoulder. Damn... he was close...

Jamil cried out, a hoarse shout of his lover's name before he came, spilling his seed.

Shang-Da groaned a second later, pressing in deep as he came.

Jamil breathed heavily, holding Shang-Da to him.

Shang-Da panted, burying his nose in the spot behind Jamil's ear.

The Sköll shivered, stroking the Hati's hair. "Mm..."

The Hati shut his eyes, voice muffled by his lover's neck. "Thank you..."

"Thank you?" Jamil licked his lips. "For what?"

"Letting me..."

Jamil rubbed his face against Shang-Da's. "Thank you for doing it."

Shang-Da opened his eyes, "Anytime."

Jamil's lips quirked. "Good. Because I liked this alternative."

Shang-Da nodded, trying to hide a smirk of his own as he pulled away from Jamil.

He watch his lover settle back against the bed before asking. "Why are you smirking?"

"Sore butt." The expression smoothed immediately, though Shang-Da was still clearly amused.

Jamil blinked before he burst out laughing.

Shang-Da smiled, "I think that applies more to you, tonight."

"Mm." The Sköll stretched, yawning as the dawn showed through the curtains.

Shang-Da stifled a yawn of his own, shifting slightly on the blankets.

"Sleep, Hati?"

"Yeah... Night, Sköll."

"Night, Hati."
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