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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- 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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Belle Morte let her hands drift over Asher's back as she took a seat next to him. Guilty Pleasures was filled near to bursting, despite the time of year. Jason was dancing on stage to a rather fast beat song, and Belle watched him for a moment before turning back to Asher. "You enjoy watching him."

Asher didn't look away from the stage. "He is my servant, why shouldn't I?"

"He's your servant, and yet you let him strip for money." Belle tsked, watching the stage for a moment. "He has a charming form. He would do well in Paris... as you would."

"I like people to covet what is mine, ma mere. You taught me that." Asher shrugged. "And I prefer St. Louis to Paris."

"I taught you many things, have you forgotten?" Belle turned her attention back to Asher. "And you are missed in Paris."

Asher was quiet as Jason's set ended before facing Belle Morte. "I could never forget. But one thing I know is that I do not miss Paris."

"You will come to Paris, Asher, and you will bring your servant with you."

"Non."

"You will, or-"

Jason plopped down in the seat next to Asher's, his shirt inside out and backwards. "What're we talking about?"

Asher smiled at his human servant. "Could you not even take the time to dress properly, Mon Loup?" He looked at Belle Morte. "Or what, ma mere?"

"Or I will take you back by force. You will never best me in power, Asher, and your human servant will succumb."

Jason tilted his head, "Where are we going?"

"Mon Loup, go back stage." Asher face Belle completely. "I am not going, Belle, and that is final. You do not own me, nor does the council." The blond vampire seemed completely calm. "And do not think about touching my servant. Jason is mine, and the council will back me on this."

Belle Morte growled softly, "You will come, Asher. You may not decided now... but you will."

Jason frowned, standing from the table and moving away. He couldn't stop himself, despite his intense curiosity.

"I will not, Belle."

"You will, Asher. You will stand by my side in Paris, and you will be-"

Jean-Claude took Jason's empty seat, "Is there an issue I am not aware of?"

"Belle is insisting I return with her. Again."

"Again?" Jean-Claude raised a brow. "This argument grows old, ma mere."

Belle's honey eyes nearly glowed with anger. "Do not forget who made you, Jean." She spat the nickname, digging at recent wounds.

Asher leaned back in his chair. Merde.

Jean-Claude's flinch was minute, but there. "I could not forget, Mere. But you shall not forget who is the Master of this city, and who is under a blood oath. If Asher does not wish to go to Paris, he will not go, and that is final."

Asher glanced at his former lover, then Belle who seemed to be seething in rage. "Ma mere... you should return to Artuo. He seems giddy with.... something."

Belle glanced at Artuo. "Oui. Au revior... for now." She stood, moving away.

Jean-Claude watched Belle go, then looked back at Asher. "She will pressure you until she departs, Mon Ami."

"I know." Asher sighed. "I do not understand her desire."

"Non. I do not either, but she wishes it." Jean-Claude shook his head.

"Did you see where Mon Loup went? I feared his safety..."

"He has gone backstage, Mon Ami. I will leave you to tend to your human servant, non?" Jean-Claude stood from the table.

"Merci." Asher stood as well before pausing. "Mon Ami?"

"Oui?" Jean-Claude turned to face his second in command.

"Have you heard from Aahz?" Asher paused. "About Jesse?"

Jean-Claude's shoulders tensed, and his expression smoothed. "Non. I have not."

Asher shrugged. "How much longer until he is healed?"

"If he continues to injure the leg?" Jean-Claude shrugged back. "It is impossible to say."

"Ah. Does she know?"

"Non."

"Shouldn't you notify her, Mon Ami?"

Jean-Claude sighed, "Oui. I should... It will be done. Perhaps not tonight, but..."

"If you wish, I could tell her..." Asher bit his cheek in a human gesture.

Jean-Claude waved away the offer. "I will tell her. Merci, Mon Ami."

Asher inclined his head, moving away.

Jason looked up as Asher slipped backstage, his blue eyes wide and burning with curiosity.

"Je suis désolé, Mon Loup." Asher pulled the wolf into his arms.

Jason wrapped his arms around Asher's waist, frowning slightly. "Why?"

"This entire situation. Belle Morte..." Asher rested his head on Jason's shoulder.

"It's okay." Jason rubbed his face against Asher's.

Asher rubbed his face back along Jason's. "Non."

"It is too."

"I refuse to argue with you." Asher shook his head, pulling back. "You are done for the night, non?"

"Yeah..." Jason nodded.

"Care to return to the Circus?"

Jason bit his lip, then shook his head. "Not the Circus."

Asher frowned. "Are you hungry?"

Jason shook his head again, "No... I was just thinking, you know? Since Belle's being pushy, did you want to..."

"Did I want to what, Mon Loup?" The blond vampire stroked his lover's cheek.

"Go to my place...?" Jason bit the inside of his cheek, looking up at Asher.

Asher smiled. "Oui."

"Really?" Jason grinned.

Asher nodded. "Oui. Recall, I have wanted to see your apartment, but you insisted on the Circus."

"Oh. Yeah..." Jason's brow furrowed. "It's kinda... small, and I'm not sure it's clean..."

"That matters not, Mon Loup." Asher kissed the were's temple.

"Okay..."

Asher frowned. "If you have changed your mi-"

The wolf shook his head, "It's not that. Do you want to go now? It's not that far from the Circus."

"That is up to you, Mon Loup."

"Let's go."

Asher's lips quirked. "You are driving Mon Loup. Lead the way."

Jason stuck his tongue out at the vampire, moving towards the door.

Asher sighed. "Haven't I taught you anything? There is a much better use for that tongue of yours."

"You'll have to teach me again." Jason smirked.

"Perhaps I can manage that." Asher followed the wolf out into the parking lot.

The trip to Jason's apartment building was a short one, and it wasn't long until Jason was leading the vampire into the building.

Asher glanced around. "Ah. Alex's Michele is home."

"Yeah..." Jason took Asher's hand, leading him towards the stairs. "She's nice. Put up with my teasing and everything."

"Oui." Asher paused. "Mon Loup... perhaps it is just me... but does she seem... lonely?"

Jason nodded, "I try to bother her as much as possible, when Alex isn't around..."

"When he isn't around?"

"Yep. He comes over to her place a lot."

Asher nodded. "So which of these is... yours?"

"This one." Jason stopped in front of a door, fishing out his keys.

The vampire smirked slightly, pressing himself up against his lover from behind.

Jason made a noise in his throat, nearly dropping his keys.

"Is something wrong, Mon Loup?"

"Wrong?" Jason carefully fit the key into the lock, trying to keep himself from squeaking. "Nope..."

"You nearly dropped your keys..." Asher kissed the nape of Jason's neck.

He shivered, "I'm fine..."

"You are sure?"

"Very." Jason opened the door, stepping inside. "Come in."

Asher stepped into the surprisingly clean apartment. "I thought you said it was messy?"

"It was. I must've cleaned it before I left." Jason shrugged, shutting the door behind Asher.

The vampire shrugged, looking around.

Jason dropped his keys on the coffee table, biting his lip.

Asher smiled. "I like it."

Jason smiled back, "Seriously?"

"I would not lie to you, Mon Loup." Asher moved towards his lover. "It is how I pictured."

"Size does not matter, Mon Loup. It is one thing that the Circus is not."

Jason's brow furrowed. "What's that?"

"It is your home."

The wolf smiled, "Yeah..."

Asher pulled the were to him. "Thank you for letting me see it."

"You're welcome." Jason rested his head on Asher's shoulder.

Asher raised an elegant hand. "I am glad Aahz taught you to put on the scars... otherwise it would be more painful for her... being around Jean-Claude."

Jason nodded, "I still think Elmer’s glue would be cheaper than the adhesive that she said we needed."

The vampire laughed softly. "It would also be more uncomfortable."

"Yeah, well..." Jason shrugged, smiling. "It was worth a shot."

"You are just cheap." Asher stroked a hand down the wolf's back.

He shivered, "Maybe."

"Maybe...?"

"Just a little cheap..."

Asher laughed, the sound caressing. "Oui, a little."

The wolf swallowed, sliding his hands over the vampire’s back.

Asher kissed Jason's temple. "Happy?"

"Mmhm." Jason pressed a kiss to Asher's neck.

He shivered. "Mon Loup..."

"Yeah?"

"That feels weird on the... scars..."

"Do you want to take them off?"

"Non... but you can." Asher smirked, pulling back and undoing a button on his shirt.

Jason felt a grin tug at his lips. "Good... I would have helped anyway, whether you wanted me to or not."

Asher stepped backwards, his hips moving to an imaginary beat as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Jason took a step forward, mimicking Asher's hips' movements with his own.

Asher quirked a brow, pushing a hand down his thigh.

Jason didn't bother copying the vampire, instead taking the last step forward and sliding his hands over Asher's skin.

The vampire shivered, letting the shirt fall open over his chest, still dancing.

Jason slid a hand up to Asher's shoulders, slowly beginning to peel off the scars.

Asher bit his lip. "Be careful this time, Mon Loup. Last time you tore one of the rubbers...."

Jason tried to suppress a laugh and failed, collapsing against the vampire's chest as he giggled. Asher had just sounded so... proper and worried... he couldn't help but laugh.

Asher blinked. "What? Mon Loup?" The vampire frowned. "Did I mess up my English again?"

Jason took a deep breath, his laughter trickling away. "No... not really. Just..." He smiled, pressing his face into Asher's shoulder. "Rubber..." The wolf snickered, "Rubber's another word for condom."

Asher blinked. "Oh."

Jason nodded, stilling smiling slightly. "Sorry..."

"Non... My slang is just..."

"Not English."

"Oui. Nor modern." Asher shrugged. "Let us... continue."

"Yeah..."

The vampire swallowed as Jason finished pulling off the scars and laid them on the floor. "Now, Mon Loup... Let us undress you..."

Jason quirked a brow, "Us or you?"

Asher smirked, leaning down to nip at Jason's jaw. "Which will torture you more?"

The wolf shivered, "The last one..."

"That one then..." The vampire nipped at Jason's shoulder.

He made a noise in his throat, reaching for Asher.

"Non... No touching."

Jason nearly whimpered, but he let his hand drop back to his side.

"Good..." Asher leaned down, sucking Jason's nipple into his mouth through the wolf's t-shirt.

He cried out in surprise, pressing into Asher's mouth.

Asher purred, smiling as his hands slid under the cotton fabric.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on using his mind to return Asher's touch.

Asher growled softly. "Non."

Jason blinked open his eyes, "But-"

"But what, Mon Loup?" Asher pulled back, quirking a brow.

"I'm not breaking any rules... I'm not really touching you." Jason presented the vampire with his most innocent look.

"No touching of any sort."

"Dammit."

"You may play later." Asher's lips quirked. "Now... now it is my turn."

Jason let the touch fall away, "Can we move to someplace comfortable, then?"

"Oui."

Jason pulled back, taking Asher's hand and leading him to the bedroom.

"Ah... here is your mess, Mon Loup." Asher smiled.

Jason grinned back, "At least it's contained."

"Oui. Now... on the bed."

Jason dropped onto the bed, sprawling out in a teasingly dramatic pose.

Asher moved, suddenly pinning the wolf backwards onto the bed.

Jason sucked in a sharp breath, shifting underneath Asher.

Asher pressed his hips against the wolf's, grinding down before he shifted, sucking at Jason's neck.

The were moaned, arching his back into the vampire.

Asher sat up, straddling the wolf as he pulled the were's shirt off.

Jason shifted his hips, pressing up into Asher. His muscles tightened as the cool November air hit him, and he fought the urge to touch the vampire on top of him.

The vampire began to massage Jason's chest, kneading and teasing him.

He shut his eyes, a whimper working its way from him.

Asher smiled, leaning down to nip at Jason's chin. "Having fun?"

"Asher..." Jason's voice was pleading, and he opened his eyes again.

"Oui?"

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Don't tease..."

"Why? Perhaps I like teasing you..." Asher rocked his hips, brushing his lips ever so gently over Jason's.

Jason whimpered, forcing his hips up harder into Asher's.

Asher swallowed. "Insistent..."

Jason bit his lip, rocking his hips again. God...

Asher moaned. "Mon Loup..."

"Please, Asher..." Jason pressed up, his eyes shutting.

Asher moved, his hands opening the wolf's fly with ease. "Non... I will taste you..."

Jason shifted, trying to muffle his sounds of impatience.

The vampire forced Jason's pants down and off, taking his shoes and socks with them. "Let me taste you..."

Jason bit his lip hard, moving his hands to grip at the bars that made up the bed's headboard.

Asher shifted again, licking along the wolf's length.

Jason tightened his grip, determined not to give Asher the pleasure of hearing him moan.

Asher paused, frowning up at the wolf. That always made him moan...

Jason blinked open his eyes, looking down at Asher. He swallowed. Shit. This was going to be harder than he'd thought...

The vampire leaned down, nipping as the soft place between Jason's legs where thigh met body.

Jason bit the inside of his cheek, digging his fingers into the bars.

Fine. Two could play at that game... Asher shifted, sucking on the head of Jason's member as he began to massage the wolf's testicles.

Jason's hips raised slightly and he forced them back down, swallowing back the low moan that threatened to escape him.

Asher purred, sucking as his talented tongue teased the wolf.

Jason's hands popped and cracked, and he felt claws, not fingers, slide deep into the wooden poles.

Asher swallowed Jason's length, sucking as he started to bob his head.

Jason shut his eyes tight, pulling his clawed hands free from the bars, his hips lifting involuntarily.

The vampire pulled back, shifting so that he could pull the wolf's sacs into his mouth.

The wolf sunk his hands into the walls in a desperate attempt to distract himself. Fuck...

Michele shrieked as something appeared through the wall... like... like claws! From Jason's bedroom!

Asher purred, his hand now gripping Jason's shaft and stroking.

Jason tugged his hands free from the wall, a moan ripping through him.

Asher smiled, pulling back. "Finally." He eyed the wall. "You have made a fairly large hole. I do believe Michele could watch if she wished."

Jason blinked open his eyes, panting for breath. "Hm?"

"You have clawed a hole in your wall."

Jason rolled onto his stomach, looking up at the wall. "Oh, fuck."
"Do not worry... though I do believe you will have to apologize to Michele..." Asher trailed a hand along Jason's back.

Jason shivered, pushing himself up on his elbows before calling, "Sorry Michele!" Through the hole.

Michele squeaked. "I... er... have fun?"

Asher laughed. "We will. Merci."

Jason collapsed back onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it into the hole.

Asher quirked a brow. "Ready?"

Jason blinked. "Depends..."

"On?"

"What I'm getting ready for."

"To continue, of course...."

Jason grinned, "I'm ready if you are."

"I am always ready for you." Asher brushed his lips over the wolf's despite the awkward angle.

Jason sat up, adding pressure to the kiss for a moment before switching their positions, pinning Asher to the bed.

The vampire blinked. "Mon Loup-"

"You said it would be my turn later. It's later."

"But-"

Jason trailed a clawed finger down the vampire's chest, digging in just enough to leave a mark. "No buts."

Asher moaned, shifting his hips. "Jason..."

"Mmhm?" Jason trailed the claw up to Asher's shoulders, teasingly nudging the shirt farther down.

Asher's husky blue eyes flashed. "Please..."

Jason smirked, lifting his claw and moving to pull Asher's shirt off of him. "Please what?"

"Be in me..."

Jason scratched his hand carefully down Asher's chest, stopping at the waistband of the vampire's pants. "In a bit..."

"Mon Loup..."

The wolf raised a brow, flicking open the first button on Asher's pants.

Asher shivered. "Please..."

Jason undid the next button, hiding his smirk as he looked down.

The vampire struggled not to press his hips up. Jason's claws were like razors, and he'd rather not... lose that.

The next buttons came free easily, and Jason paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to take off Asher's pants without ripping them.

'Mon Loup... please..."

Jason tugged off Asher's pants and boots, dropping them onto the floor. "Hold on..."

"To what?" Asher smoothed a hand down his chest.

Jason shivered, "The bed..."

"The bed? Not this?" He grasped Jason's member.

Jason gasped, his claws raking thin red lines down Asher's legs.

The vampire jerked, whimpering in pleasure.

Jason swallowed, digging the tips of his claws gently into the soft flesh of Asher's inner thighs.

Asher fell back against the bed, his hips bucking. "Mon Loup...!"

The wolf smiled slightly, forcing his hands back to their natural shape.

Asher stared at the were, licking his lips. "Please..."

Jason turned, opening the nightstand drawer. He rummaged around in it for a moment, then pulled out a rather small bottle of lubricant, one that looked like a sample from a pharmacy.

The vampire quirked a brow. "I suppose size doesn't matter..."

Jason stuck his tongue out at his lover, opening the bottle and pouring out the contents into his hand. "I never expected to use it... besides, it was supposed to be a gag gift for Fang, but I never figured out when his birthday was..."

"December second..." Asher blinked.

Jason shrugged, warming the lubricant in his hands. "Doesn't matter."

"Non... it does not..." Asher shifted, rubbing his face along Jason's side.

Jason shivered, spreading the lube over his fingers. "Asher... you need to lay down again..."

The vampire side, licking Jason's nipple once before doing so. "Fine..."

Jason swallowed, shifting to find Asher's entrance with a finger.

Asher moaned. "Mon Loup..."

Jason leaned down, nipping at Asher's hip, his finger pushing its way inside the vampire.

Asher's hips bucked as he whimpered. Merde...

The wolf smiled, moving his finger in thrusting motions.

"Jason.... Please..."

Jason added another finger, "In a minute..."

"Non... now..."

"You're not ready yet..."

"Hurry..." Asher swallowed, running a hand over Jason's shoulder.

He shivered, continuing to move his hand as he added another finger into the vampire.

Asher writhed, his hips bucking.

Jason moved his fingers in the thrusting movements it was clear Asher longed for, using his other hand to pin Asher's hips to the bed.

"Loup..." Asher whimpered. "Please..."

Jason pulled his fingers free, stroking some of the lubricant onto himself. "Just a sec..."

Asher swallowed, watching the were's hand move.

Jason moaned softly, letting his hand drop away from himself when he was suitably coated.

The vampire reached, sliding a hand down the wolf's chest.

He shivered, moving to position himself between Asher's thighs.

"Mon Loup..." Asher gripped the were's member with his power, stroking.

Jason groaned, "Asher..."

"Oui?" The vampire sat up, nibbling at Jason's neck.

Jason's head fell to the side, and his hands gripped Asher's hips. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"I want to be in you... please, Asher..."

The vampire nodded, letting the touch fall away. "Oui."

Jason swallowed, pressing Asher back into the bed.

Asher pushed his hair back, licking his lips. "Hurry."

Jason pressed against Asher's slicked entrance, glancing up into the vampire's face before pushing inside.

Asher jerked, moaning.

Jason pulled his hips slowly back, then pushed in again, starting their rhythm.

"Jason... Dieu..." The vampire thrust up, sliding a hand of power down the were's back.

Jason moaned, moving a hand to grip Asher's member as they moved.

Asher swallowed, circling Jason's entrance with the power.

Merde... slow down or this will be over so soon...

The wolf whimpered, his hand sliding over Asher's length.

"Mon Loup... Please..."

"Please...?" Jason's grip tightened, and he thrust a bit harder.

"More..." Asher pushed the power past the were's entrance, stroking him from the inside.

Jason shut his eyes tight, tilting his hips to hit the spot that made his lover moan regardless. More? How could he manage more...?

The vampire leaned up, nipping Jason's neck.

Jason let go of Asher's erection, forcing his hand back to its half-wolfed form. He scraped his claws lightly down Asher's chest, shifting to mimic the vampire's nips with his own.

Asher moaned, writhing beneath him.

Jason blinked open his eyes, circling one of Asher's nipples with a sharp claw tip.

Whimpering, Asher expanded the power he was thrusting into his lover... in... out... and in again.

Jason moaned loudly, his hips struggling to find a rhythm that would suit both of their needs.

The vampire swallowed. He was close now...

Jason's claws dug into Asher's smooth skin as he began to struggle with his own climax. "Asher..."

Asher moaned, thrusting up hard. "I... Mon Loup..."

Jason concentrated, forming an invisible hand to stroke Asher's length as their movements grew more urgent.

Asher jerked, coming just that quickly.

Jason's hips bucked as he let himself release, crying out his vampire's name.

The vampire felt his lover collapse against him, stroking Jason's back. "Je t'aime..."

"Love you too..." The wolf shut his eyes, hand slowly returning to its normal form.

"Tired?" Asher smiled.

Jason shook his head, trying to hold back a yawn and failing.

"Liar..."

Jason pulled carefully out of the vampire, shifting to lay next to him. "Nuh uh..."

"Uh huh..." Asher stroked a hand down his wolf's back. "Sleep."

Jason rested his head on Asher's chest, "'M not tired..."

"If you say so..."

He yawned widely, draping an arm over Asher's stomach.

Asher laughed softly. "Sleep, Mon Loup... I will be with you in your dreams..."

Jason snuggled into Asher's chest, sleeping taking him.

It was night in Jason's dream... dark and cold. Asher frowned, looking around. "Mon Loup?" Ah... laughter... He stepped forward, an old streetlight revealing someone skating on a frozen pond. Asher paused, watching.

The dream Jason laughed as he slipped and fell hard on his butt in the middle of the pond, and he pushed off the warm hat he had on with a gloved hand. Long, blond hair flowed down to the middle of his back, and Jason scrambled to his feet, skating towards the shadows again.

Asher furrowed his brow. Had Jason ever been that happy? Since he'd known the were?

Jason tried a trick on the pond, this time falling into the snow banks on either side. He smiled, staring up at the sky as it began to snow. The white flakes drifted down slowly, landing in his hair and on his face.

He seemed so carefree... so happy. Asher let the darkness swallow him. He did not deserve to see this. He had not asked.

Jason sat up, shaking the snow from his hair. He started to take off his ice-skates, reaching for the snow boots that lay some two feet away.

Asher jerked out of the dream as someone knocked shyly on Jason's door. Merde.

Michele chewed at her lip, shifting from foot to foot as she heard shuffling from within the apartment.

Asher stood from the bed, moving towards the as he wrapped a blanket around himself.

Jason made a noise in his sleep, reaching blindly for Asher as the vampire left the room.

Asher opened the door. "Oui? Ah, Michele, how may I help you?"

The girl blushed, looking anywhere but at him. "I... Um... Jason's... Jason's room faces the east... and... the...sun...."

Jason padded into the room, looking a little less than pleased at being woken up. "What's going on?" He stretched, yawning. Dammit... he'd been having a good dream, too....

Michele squeaked, looking the other way. "I...!"

Asher laughed softly. "Mon Loup... you are not dressed."

Jason glanced down at himself. "Uh huh..."

"W...window... I..." Michele shook her head, heading back towards her apartment.

Jason blinked. "What?"

Asher shrugged. "You should cover yourself and ask."

Jason yawned again, "You talked to her already..."

"Damn." Jason ran a hand through his hair, moving back into the bedroom in search of a clean pair of pants.

Asher sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. Merde. He felt... unwelcome.

Jason came back out, buttoning up his pants. "Be right back." He stopped in front of Asher, leaning up and brushing a kiss over the vampire's lips before leaving the apartment.

Michele covered her face with her hands as she nudged her door shut with her elbow. Oh Lord...

Jason knocked on the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Dammit... he just wanted to go back to bed...

Michele froze. "Y...yes?"

"Hey... it's Jason. Sorry I came out nude. I was asleep. Didn't catch what you were saying, though."

She swallowed, opening the door. "If he's staying the day, you need to cover your window. It faces the east and you don't have curtains."

"Oh." Jason blinked, then shot her a smile. "Thanks, Michele. I wouldn't have remembered..."

She bit her lip. "Do you have something to cover it? The window, I mean..."

"Yeah. I've got some heavy blankets and stuff."

She nodded. "Alright... I'm sorry I... well..."

He waved away her apology. "Thanks again. I've got to go cover the window before I get distracted. See you later."

Asher pressed a hand to his lips. Perhaps... not unwelcome after all. He smiled. Jason would be back in a moment.

Jason came back into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. "We need to use the blankets on the bed to cover the window. The sun's going to shine straight through it."

Asher quirked a brow. "And Michele knows this...how?"

Jason shrugged, "Her room probably faces the same way."

"Ah." The vampire smiled. "You need to sleep. I will cover the window."

"Are you sure? I can manage..."

"Oui, Mon Loup. Go back to you skating." Asher moved into the bedroom, tucking the blanket firmly over the curtain rod.

Jason blinked. Asher had been in the dream? He didn't remember seeing him... only the blond vampire could make that dream better.

"Mon Loup? Aren't you coming to bed?"

"Yeah..." Jason nodded, following Asher into the bedroom. "Sorry. Had a zoning moment."

Asher shrugged. "Sleep, Mon Loup. I will shower."

"Aren't you going to stay with me?"

The vampire blinked. "Oui... the lubricant is uncomfortable however..."

"Oh. Yeah..." Jason smiled sheepishly. "You're going to come back in, though, right?"

"Of course. Where else would I go?"

The wolf shrugged, grabbing another blanket from a basket next to the bed.

Asher frowned. "Mon Loup? Are you alright?"

Jason nodded, smiling. "Yeah. I just didn't know you were in my dream. You should've skated with me."

Asher paused, then shook his head. "Non."

"Why not?" Jason's brow furrowed, and he sat down on the bed.

"You were happy. I did not wish to disrupt that."

"You wouldn't have. You would've made it better."

"Would I?" Asher looked down at the floor. "I do not have so much faith."

Jason shoved his blanket onto the bed, standing again and moving towards the vampire. "Why?"

"I have never seen you so happy, Mon Loup."

"It was a long time ago."

"I did not want to take that away from you."

"You would have added, not taken away."

Asher sighed, forcing a hand through his hair.

Jason bit his lip, "I'm going to go back to sleep... I'm sorry I bothered you with this."

"Mon Loup... Non!" Asher closed his eyes. "You did not 'bother' me with anything. I am sorry." He opened his eyes again, swallowing. Merde. He could get nothing right...

Jason moved, wrapping his arms around the vampire. "It's okay. If you want, you can use the shower now... I'll finish up with the window."

Asher hugged the wolf to him. "Non. I want to hold you."

Jason rested his head on Asher's shoulder. "Okay."

"I am sorry."

"It's okay."

Asher nuzzled the were, clearly thinking otherwise.

Jason shook his head in disagreement, shivering.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Asher pulled back slightly.

"Because. You're being stubborn, and it's fine." Jason kept his arms tight around Asher's waist, unwilling to let him go.

Asher smiled slightly. "Oui... if you insist."

"I'm insisting." Jason stuck his tongue out at the vampire, hiding a smile of his own.

Asher leaned down, licking Jason's tongue. "Do not offer-"

Jason swallowed, catching Asher's mouth in a deep kiss. *I like offering to you.*

Asher shivered, responding to the kiss. *Ah... as do I... enjoy your offers.*

Jason let the kiss continue until he began to run low on breath, and he pulled back. "Good."

Asher nodded. "Shower with me?"

Jason grinned, "Definitely."
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Romantic Executions: Continued