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Se lever foncĂŠ d'anges	By : FairyGothQueen Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 4259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Summary: Jean-Claude cleans up Anita’s “mess”
** Authors note** The Latin and French that Jean-Claude is speaking in this section is from Enigma’s Album MCMXC a.D. The song title is Mea Culpa. The whole album is a sensuous journey and beautifully arranged. All of the words (ok, almost) that Wesley/Buffy/Faith are speaking are the actual translation of the song to English. I am hoping that this will cut down on some of the confusion.

More about Enigma can be found here. http://www.enigmalyrics.com.ar/

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You ever have one of those dreams and you know your dreaming? The moment you realize it, the dream usually gets distorted or you wake up. With the Marks between Richard, Jean-Claude and myself, we sometimes bleed over into each other’s thoughts waking or sleeping. Right now, I’m in Jean-Claude’s Iron four-poster, snuggled in black silk and wrapped in white fuzzy warmth. I know I am yet the dream takes me anyway.

I am a watcher in a room, as three bodies are tumbled together onto a bed by Jean-Claude. I know he has carried each of them sweating, writing, moaning, begging to this room. I can see Jean-Claude’s strain. The physical aspect of moving them is simple enough, but holding onto his ardeur with his last shreds of will seems to be taking a toll.

I watch as Jean-Claude whispers and nudges Jason’s body out the door and then closes it. I see him turn with slightly glowing eyes to the undulations of the two naked females draped across the clothed man. I can sense the unrestrained lust in the air as Jean-Claude settles himself in a chair across the room, spreading his legs slightly, and going still. That creepy still that only the older vampires can achieve. I observe detached as his body seems to melt and become one with the dark shadows of this room.

The faint moans and breathless words of encouragement coming from the bed seem to throb in the waves of a heartbeat. I can almost taste the power building in the room.

Jean-Claude begins to speak through the rising and falling power in a compelling tone. “Kyrie eleison”

I see Wesley sit up from underneath of the bodies. “Lord have mercy.” He moans as sweat slicked hands rip what remains of his clothes from his body.

Jean-Claude’s shadow whispers, “Christe eleison”

Wesley gasps almost fainting, “Christ have mercy.” Buffy is licking his neck while Faith is ripping what remained of his pants from his body.

“Je ne dors plus.” Jean-Claude’s voice cracks the command.

Snapping back to alertness, Wesley echoes, “I can't sleep anymore.” While two female voices intone, “The time has come.”

Blue flames were all that gave him away in his chair now. “Je te desire.”

Faith was making long licks up Wesley’s quivering cock and crawling up his body while Buffy drew his fingers to her moisture slick folds as he groaned, “I desire you.” His head thrown back as they pushed him down to the mattress, teeth gritted in the torment.

The lascivious whispers continue, “Prends moi.”

“Je suis a toi”

Rolling her head back with a tumble of blond hair Buffy pants as Wesley’s fingers and attention are claimed by the flood between her legs. “Take me.”

Nestling Wesley’s cock along the outer swell of her engorged clit Faith ran its length along her slick crevice offering no immediate entrance. “I’m yours,” she breathed.

“Mea culpa.” Came out almost as a painful whimper from the chair.

With difficulty Wesley whispered, “ I am guilty.” as he opened his eyes to watch Faith sliding along his length lubricating him with her own juices and Buffy kneaded her pert breasts while she road his fingers.

“Je veux aller au bout de me fantasmes.”

With a sharp flex of her hips, Faith buried his cock in a sheath of liquid heat, sliding each leg down his hips, pausing to accept the size and width of him past the ache of being filled. Arching she murmured, “I want to go to the end of my fantasies.”

“Je sais que c'est interdit.”

Buffy watched Wesley’s hand working her as she moved her sweat-soaked body, he entered one, two and then three fingers inside her, then moved his palm to grind against her clit as she writhed panting the words, “I know it is forbidden.”

“Je suis folle. Je m'abandonne.”

Faith was making rhythmical wet sounds of satisfaction, she leaned forward to Wesley’s face pressing a breast in his mouth to suck her puckered nipple, she growled. “I am crazy. I am letting myself go.”

“Mea culpa.”
“Kyrie eleison.”
“Christe eleison!”

Faith and Buffy leaned up at almost the same moment beginning to kiss each other with teeth, lips and tongue as if they would eat the other in their own lust. One riding Wesley’s erection, the other the soft ministrations of his had.

Wesley feeling Faith starting to spasm, slipped one slick finger loose of Buffy’s hungry body and then tickled around her anus inciting more frantic moans from Buffy before gently slidihat hat finger as gently as possible inside her tightness. Moving his hips and fingers in rhythm, he brought them both in an ear-shattering spine bending rush. “I'm guilty.” “Lord have mercy.” He breathed heavily before screaming his own release. “Christ have mercy!”

I could feel Jean-Claude pulling all of that passion into him, feeding the never-ending hunger that is the ardeur. Basking in it, I could feel his body full of Wesley’s blood and their sex growing painfully hard. Yet the ardeur still rode the three panting on the bed.

Dispassionately, I watched Wesley remove his fingers from Buffy and Faith slide Wesley’s still hard member from her body. Faith lowered herself back between his legs her knee’s bumping his to spread wider and started to lick their mixed fluid from him slowly as if he was a favorite treat.

Buffy crawled on top of Wesley’s chest, facing his feet and slowly laid back until her head was cradled in the curve of his neck, her back spread across his chest like a living blanket. She spread her legs wide and bent her knees until she was spread as a banquet, her ass cradled in Wesley’s hipbones waiting.

Kissing at this angle was impossible, so Wesley settled his mouth over her jugular and started a lapping suction that was making Buffy writhe while his fingers gentle as wings ran the course of her body. Goosebumps raised everywhere on her body he touched.

“Je suis la et ailleurs.”
‘ Je n'ai plus rien.”

“I am here and somewhere else” she exhaled. Faith, finally noticing Buffy’s position, positioned Wesley to enter her and then lifted his hips slightly to urge him on. Wesley slid easily into her. Causing her to gasp, “I have nothing more.” Wesley reached down over the line of their combined bodies, to hold her in place as he set a gentler motion for this position with long controlled thrusts upward as he held her in position, slightly pushing her downward to meet him.

Faith lay in the cradle of Wesley’s thighs and reached forward to gently cup his balls in her hand as she watched him entering and withdrawing in a wet line from Buffy’s spread body. His shudder was the invitation she wanted. Smiling, Faith shimmied forward and keeping one hand gently toying with him, she leaned slightly over his lower body to Buffy’s. Fastening her mouth over Buffy’s pulsating clit with firm suction and feather-light, teasing strokes of her tongue.

“Je deviens folle.” The shadow in the chair moved a hand calmly over his uncomfortably tight pants, moving himself minutely as if trying to find a way to keep himself in the chair and not move to the bed.
” Je m'abandonne.”

The long strokes continued dragging in and out of her, the position offering up her G-Spot as a shrine. Panting, she murmured, “I am becoming crazy.” Pushing against Faith’s mouth she exalted, “I am letting myself go.”

“Mea culpa.”
“ Je ne dors plus.”
“Je te desire.”

Wesley could feel her beginning to tremble and lifted he head to whisper, “I'm guilty”. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, continuing, “I can't sleep anymore” and before returning teeth and tongue to her neck, he admitted, “I desire you.”

“Prends moi!”
“Je suis a toi”

Arching to the suction on her neck, the velvet of Faith’s tongue and Wesley’s strong, slow, magic spot hitting strokes sent her over the edge screaming. “Take me!” “I’m yours.”

Faith slowly increased the pressure on Wesley’s hardening sac, slid thu thumb and forefinger around the base of Wesley’s twitching penis. She tightened the constriction on both preventing him from coming.

“Kyrie eleison”
“Christe eleison”

“Lord have mercy.” He shuddered, unable to reach fulfillment. Buffy slid upward and off of him. Dripping along his lower pelvis and drew her legs back over his and slid to the side on the comforter. Stretching, not quite sated. Faith crawled up and then over Wesley’s laboring body, to lay breast to breast with Buffy. Slowly they started to kiss, Faith raising the lower half of her body to kneel and not lose chest contact with Buffy.

Wesley watched this display and decided he had to finish this. “Christ have mercy!” He rolled to his knees and dropped his face to Faith’s shimmying ass. Using both hands he spread her cheeks wide and dipped his head down, running his tongue in a testing swirl to see if she was receptive. Faiths hips bucked and Wesley felt her little pink pucker spasm repeatedly against his mouth. Sliding a finger inside her glistening lips, he toyed with her outer folds and teased her vagina with gentle soft circles. Setting his mouth to work, alternately licking the quivering little pink hole to sliding his tongue in as far as he could get it and then proceeding to wiggle around her contracting muscles.

“Je suis la et ailleurs.”

It was too much for Faith, she raised her lips from Buffy’s to moan and concentrate solely on the feel of his fingers and the wet sensation of his mouth. Turning her head, Buffy uttered. “I am here and somewhere else.”

“Je veux tout, Quand tu veux”

Wild now, Faith was panting, “I want everything, When you want…” her voice died off as Wesley, raised himself fully to his knees, licking several fingers, and sliding one finger into Faith’s tight sheath. Gasping she allowed her body to relax into the feeling. Then it was two fingers. Then it was Wesley, full, hard, sweat coated, and gently easing past the constricting muscle. Guttural noises were crawling out of Faith’s throat as Wesley filled her and then withdrew. He bending over her back he gently reached around her thigh, to lay insistent fingers on her over worked clit.

“Comme tu veu”

Smiling a purely satisfied smile at Faith so lost in the sensations Wesley was giving her, Buffy managed to crawl backwards from underneath Faith and let her collapse face first to enjoy this moment for all it’s glory.

Watching Wesley curled around Faith’s body, Buffy moved around bed until she was kneeling directly behind the two. Heavily suckling two, then thinking about it for a moment, changed her mind and laved three fingers in her mouth she worked at making them as wet as she could with her saliva alone. As she heard Faith squeal her release in long unbroken yells, Buffy eased Wesley’s ass cheeks apart and with no preamble, shoved all three fingers into his pulsating hole. He immediately began to spasm against the intrusion, but Buffy simply searched for his prostate and set to wiggling her fingers over it in an in and out, up and down manner. “As you like?” she questioned. He began to pump ruthlessly at Faith’s ass riding her body and Buffy’s fingers. Buffy started to use her other hand easeease the skin between his ass and his balls. She spoke softly. “I know it feels good, It’s okay, I know you wish I was really Angel.”

“Mea culpa”
“Kyrie eleison”

Grabbing Faiths hips in a crushing grip, Wesley came in a wash of ecstasy. “Lord have mercy! Christ have mercy!”

I looked at Jean-Claude in the shadows, his eyes were heavy and he was looking at me as I watched him. I could feel the ardeur well fed and just there under the surface waiting to boil over again. I was surprised to notice my body felt hot and I was breathing heavily. Jean-Claude slowly closed one glowing blue eye and reopened it. Did he just wink at me? Son of a Bitch. He was really doing this and dragged me along to watch him feed the ardeur from a distance. I forced my dream self to move toward him. I did not even know he could do this to mortals. Bleeding through the marks on accident was one thing, but bringing me along for the ride while he got his jollies forcing three people to have sex (possibly against their will) was against my rules. Was I pissed? You betcha.

Someone was touching me and there was a rhythmic insistent ringing in my ears.

“Anita, your phone is ringing. Do you wish to answer it?”

Asher’s, not in this dream, what is going on?

The dream ended like a bubble. Colors became an iridescent swirl and then pop, I was back in reality. Eyes open, breath laboring, more then wet. Fuck, I could smell my own arousal in the air. I was surprised Asher was not rolling his tongue around all the unspent desire I was drowning the room in.

Naked with a gorgeous blond god looming over me with a phone. Lucky me.
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