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Dark Wolf Wanting	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 9297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: all copyrights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

Author's Note; readers will recognize this as true fiction, there is no way there is this much hot water for the following shower scene. :)

Beta's Note: There is a type of hot water heater that will provide ENDLESS amounts of the hot stuff. I can see Jean-Claude having these installed, as he quite likes his hot baths and that tub is so damn big. It heats the water on demand, when required, and doesn’t store any. It is referred to either as ‘instantaneous’ or ‘on-demand’ water heating system. It is natural gas fired.

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Chapter 6

Jamil blinked slowly, waking from the light doze he had drifted into. His cheek was pressed against the firm muscles of Jason's calf and he nuzzled into it with sated satisfaction. One of his palms was cupped possessively over a taut buttock while the other was stretched lower and buried in the soft tousled hair of the man still lying on top of him. Lying as a heavy dead weight, Jamil noted with growing awareness.

Ever so gently, he eased from under Jason's limp body until it rested on the twisted sheets of the bed. Jamil turned the younger werewolf slightly to peer with increased concern into the slack face. It was lined with weariness. Jamil swore silently as he noticed the condition of his new lover; the lover he had worn to exhaustion with his lustful demands throughout most of the night. Damn. This was a night that the battered young man should have been resting, recovering, not being bothered with satisfying Jamil’s own relentless desires. As he stared at the naked, limp body with growing self-loathing, he again felt his beast stir hopefully, until he forced it to observe the drained, helpless state of their mate. The mate that they, being bigger, stronger, and more powerful, should have been protecting and caring for - not pushing to the brink of collapse. His inner wolf slinked away deep inside himself to curl quietly in shame and remorse. But that was nothing compared to the inner disgust Jamil was heaping onto his own conscience.

He swiftly rose and padded silently to the bathroom. Flicking on the light he ran the water until it warmed and wetted a soft washcloth. Returning to the bed he tenderly rolled over his lover and gently cleaned the young man. Tossing the damp cloth to the carpet he scooped up the smaller man to cradle him in his strong arms as he maneuvered Jason so he was positioned correctly on the bed, a soft pillow under the mussed blonde hair, the sheets smoothed under him. Drawing the covers securely over the tired form, Jamil then returned to the bathroom to clean himself with ruthless swipes of the retrieved washcloth. He refused to look at himself in the mirror, unwilling to meet his own reflected gaze. But then why should now be different, he derided himself. Jamil knew he had a history of not looking after those in his care.

Moving back to the bed he slid carefully under the covers, wanting to be near his mate. But Jason never stirred, his slumber too deep to be disturbed by the other man's movements. Further evidence as to his extremely fatigued state, Jamil thought. He stared grimly at the ceiling, achingly aware that his lover was too exhausted to know he lay near, much less curl his slender warm body against his own. Why would he want to? Jamil asked himself scornfully, Jason was probably subconsciously afraid to stir his mindless lust all over again. He stretched his arm to click off the bedside lamp, leaving only the light from the bathroom spilling softly across the room to aid his stern study of the ceiling as his hands once again resolutely interlaced together in his braids.

After a long self-lecture on responsibility, Jamil though back over the prior evening and all the opportunities he’d had of stopping their interactions so that Jason could rest and thus prove his own level of tenderness and concern over his lover's well being. He snorted, instead of rutting for hours like a sex-crazed bull that should never have been entrusted with such a fragile piece of china. But as his mind replayed the evening, Jamil's memories lingered on the remembered sensations of smooth skin, the smell of arousal that still lingered and the needy whimpers of desire that the other man had uttered. Unmindful of his grim thoughts, his cock stirred and grew firm with renewed passion. Gritting his teeth in self-loathing, Jamil hurriedly rose from the bed. He refused to damn himself even further by reaching for the beautiful blonde again, even if it was just to cuddle, not trusting himself with such sinful temptation. A brief glance at the bedside clock showed him over an hour had passed and Jamil strode purposely to the shower. Maybe the pounding of cold water would help subdue his heated blood; he sighed deeply and hoped.

After he shaved, he moved with intent to the shower and turned the water to as cold as he could physically endure. Standing under the chilly cascade was only helping marginally, observed Jamil sourly. Maybe this had not been such a good idea, he thought, because now his mind was constantly replaying the previous shower and remembering how Jason's sleek body felt slicked with running water. Jamil groaned and the sound was lost under the pounding rhythm of the water.

He rapidly became aware of his surroundings when he saw movement through the water-streaked, clear glass. His huge body tensed as he easily recognized Jason's slender shape and the crown of tousled bright blonde hair. But instead of relaxing, if anything, his muscles tightened even more, partly with swiftly reborn desire, partly with dread. His intent gaze tracked the young werewolf at sink, the toilet and the sink again. He observed the younger man brushing his teeth and then saw the slightly distorted form approach the shower stall. The door slid open and Jamil's gaze quickly fastened on his new lover's eyes and expression. His heart sank as he easily spied tiredness and irritation on Jason’s face. He had a foreboding feeling that the scowl was not just because the younger man wasn't a morning person.

Jason’s expression slid to surprise as he felt the icy splash on his skin, "Shit! What's with the cold water?"

Jamil hastily adjusted the faucets to a much warmer, more comfortable temperature while the blonde joined him in the spacious shower stall. If anything Jason's scowl returned fiercer and he glowered at the larger man, anger radiating from him in sharp waves.

Jason continued, "There's only one reason a guy would willingly freeze his dick off."

The bright blue eyes narrowed and dropped accusingly to Jamil's erection. The larger man fought the urge to cover it guiltily with his hands. His suddenly dry mouth finally found the words he wanted to say, "Jason, I'm sorry about last night."

Jamil saw the anger slide away from the blonde's face to be replaced with careful blankness. He caught a fleeting glimpse of accusation in those cobalt depths before Jason lowered his gaze. They were less than a foot away from each other, encased together in a warm cocoon of heated water and, suddenly, Jamil felt the awful stomach clenching sensation of being totally ignored by his lover as Jason shrugged a shoulder, turned and reached for the shampoo.

As apologies go, that one was rather lame, Jamil admitted silently to himself. Eager to make amends and, remembering how much the other man had appreciated his assistance last night in washing his hair, Jamil retrieved the bottle from Jason‘s grasp. He mind recalled how Jason had relaxed and arched up into the feel of his hands kneading in the thick lather and Jamil desperately wanted to recapture that. He gently turned the unresisting younger man and applied the shampoo, tenderly working it into the tangled short hair. Jamil, also, found it easier to try and explain himself when not confronted with his lover's weary expression.

“What I meant was that I was sorry for not taking proper care of you last night, for ensuring that you got the rest you need to recover. I should have, I don’t have any excuse for forgetting that.” As the tense tired body suddenly relaxed under his hands the words of remorse he continued to share were easier to express in a low tone, barely heard over the sound of the shower.

Jason leaned back into his touch and Jamil grew hopeful. He whispered, "Am I forgiven?"

Suddenly, the other man twirled; lather flying to land on Jamil's neck and chest. Jason snarled and pushed at the larger man until Jamil’s back slammed into the hard tiles of the wall. Jason was smaller but he was still a werewolf and a very pissed off one, if the fire snapping in his blue eyes was any indication, Jamil realized. The Alpha Were went unresistingly as he was crowded against the wall by the smaller wolf and sharp teeth sank deeply into the curve of his chest muscle.

Jamil's soapy hands remained limp next to his sides as Jason worried his flesh with his mouth. It never occurred to the larger wolf to protest or stop the smaller man. Jamil knew well he deserved any punishment that Jason decided on, because his ability to look after the other was so badly lacking. He did not deserve this mate, this gift. His beast, though, was ecstatic, not caring the reason, only understanding their mate was marking them. His inner wolf rolled unto its back and waved its paws.

Jamil's thoughts on how silly his beast was acting were wrenched away as firm blood-covered lips fastened on his own. A demanding tongue slid between his parted lips and plundered his mouth, bringing with it a coppery taste of his own blood. Jamil slid hungry hands around the sleek body pressing him against the tiles and roamed them over the slick smooth skin. Jamil moved his feet and spread his legs so the shorter man could nestle between his thighs and their heights were more even. Jason moaned his appreciation and their kisses deepened as their aching flesh fused together. Their hungry mouths reluctantly parted so they could pant in the moist air. Jamil rubbed his freshly shaved cheek into Jason's soft bristles. He smiled as he whispered again, "I'll take that as a ‘Yes?’"

Jason pulled back and braced his forearms on Jamil's muscled chest; his hips arched forward as he bowed his back and caused their groins to grind delightfully together. The larger man smiled as he gazed at the blonde's kiss swollen lips and the spiked, wet hair that was still graced with lingering clumps of shampoo. The heavy lidded blue eyes sharpened and narrowed again. Jamil's expression changed quickly to careful neutrality when he observed this.

"Jamil, do you consider me a child?" Jason asked softly, his blood filled erection rubbing tormentingly against Jamil's own aching hardness. "I mean, I am younger, shorter and less powerful and all."

"No," Jamil replied cautiously but firmly.

"Then, why the fuck, would I want you act like my mommy?" Jason snarled. "I wanted what happened between us last night, every damn time, and now you act like you want to go back and change things... that..."

Jamil covered Jason's lips with his own, silencing the younger man. His mouth and hands desperately tried to convey what his bumbling apology had almost ruined. The older man had easily glimpsed the deep hurt under the irritation, now he wanted to prove to his mate that he definitely didn't regret sharing his desire with him. When Jason was limp and arching against him, he trailed his mouth across the blonde's bristled jaw to murmur soft endearments, some in English, and others in husky French.

Jason groaned when Jamil gently nipped his neck and the blonde muttered, "You don't say something stupid like 'I'm sorry' after the most mind boggling night of my rather exciting life." Jamil continued to kiss and suck on the smooth skin of Jason's neck. The young wolf's next words, though, made him pause and still. "I thought, maybe you had changed your mind about us, when I heard those words," was the soft pained whisper he heard.

Jamil pulled back and cradled Jason's jaws in his palms, staring intently into the other man's cobalt blue eyes through the warm steam and falling water. "We had a bit of a misunderstanding last night and now it seems you still have doubts, so let me please clear this up for you." Jamil took a deep breath before he continued. "I was honored and overwhelmed when you made the choice to let me into your life and bed, but now you continue to be confused. The choice has been made and … There. Is. No. Going. Back." He emphasized each word carefully to push home the message.

Jason's expression grew serious as he listened. Jamil knew the younger man hadn't truly grasped the extent or depth of their relationship and he continued speaking. "No matter what doubts and confusion you may feel, or misunderstandings, differences of opinion or arguments we may have between us, my wolf will not allow us to separate now that we have mated and you have accepted it. You are bound to me and I to you in ways that will only deepen. Do not let your doubts hurt you, for I have none and don't think there is any chance of me changing my mind, because there isn't one."

Jason's blinked in the falling water, his blue eyes appearing some what dazed with the force Jamil had delivered his impassioned declaration. Jamil slowly leaned forward and his lips tenderly grazed Jason's. When he felt the other man's mouth soften under his, he deepened the kiss, but did not let desire or lust overtake it. Instead their mouths leisurely explored as their arms wrapped around each other. Reluctantly, after long moments, Jamil drew away.

"Is there anything else?" He asked, confident that all was settled between them. It was Jamil's turn to blink as the dazed blue eyes narrowed yet again as they looked at him.

"I've had to fight all my life for any scrap of attention so when I do have doubts I expect you to understand that and also remember that your wolf picked me first, with all my faults. I never tried to hide anything from anyone." Jason's voice was firm as he continued, "Also, I am an adult, a grown man with a wolf of my own, and although I am not an alpha, neither am I submissive and we are going to have to compromise if this is going to work."

Jamil nodded, "I understand."

The blonde snorted and raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Earlier, you needed me to accept that I can't say stuff like 'I'm going to leave you behind, alone, and go into the shower and play with myself' correct?"

The dark wolf nodded warily, instinctively sensing a trap. He remembered that conversation and the emotions that had sparked it.

"That me saying phrases like that would trigger your more aggressive tendencies." Again, Jamil nodded. Jason’s voice dropped to a slightly deeper range, his breathing was just a little faster. "Then what were you doing in here...when you left me alone in bed...what about my dominant tendencies?"

"I wasn't going to jack off, remember the cold water?" Jamil was swift in defending himself.

Jason gave him a knowing smirk, "And when that wasn't going to work?"

Jamil felt a flush flow over his face and hoped it wasn't visible under his darker skin. He also recognized the challenging expression in the other werewolf's eyes. His inner beast stirred and peaked out, sensing it as well. Surprisingly, it calmed and settled and did not rise at the challenge. Jamil now understood what his inner wolf had already accepted; they both desired a strong mate, one that would stand up to them. He sighed with relief and he gave the other man a guilty grin as he shrugged in the wet spray that flowed around them.

Jason's expression grew confident and cocky and Jamil was inwardly pleased. The blonde's tone was firm as he asked, "And you're going to do something special for me now to make up for this lapse of memory?"

Jamil smiled wickedly and nodded eagerly, his mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Good, now let's stand under the full force of the water," Jason instructed as his slender strong hands slipped lower and tugged at Jamil's hard hips pulling him forward. The larger man swiftly moved to the middle of the shower stall, letting the pulsing heated water cascade down his shoulders and back.

"Now what?" The dark wolf asked, licking his lips as multiple lascivious ideas occurred to him.

"You're doing it already."

Jamil frowned in confusion, "No, what else... you wanted me to do something to you."

Jason's answering smile was pure evilness. "No, you agreed to do something ‘for’ me not ‘to’ me." The smaller man reached for the bottle of shower gel. "And you are...you are standing perfectly still for me."

The huge werewolf stared in horror at the other man as Jason squirted a generous amount of amber gel in his palms before letting the bottle fall. A deep sigh escaped from the depths of his chest as he folded his hands on his head and laced his fingers in his braids.

Jason chuckled, "You sound like a martyr, like I'm going to torture you...not wash you."

Jamil's dark heated gaze met Jason's desire filled one. "You know damn well it will be torture, you little prick."

Jason only smirked as he circled around the larger man standing in the falling water. The younger man gazed hungrily at him and Jamil heard him sigh with an appreciative tone. Jason stopped his visual tour at his back and reached for him. Strong slender hands began kneading the bunched muscles of his arms and shoulders. Jamil flipped his wet braids in front of him; the blue beads adorning the ends bouncing against his taut stomach to give the other Were unrestricted access. He held in a groan, as the exploring fingers trailed down his spine after exploring his shoulders to skirt over his hard hips. Jason knelt behind him and his palms boldly caressed the backs of Jamil’s thighs before the fingertips dropped and teasingly grazed the back of his knees ahead of their wanton tracing of his braced calf muscles. The demanding hands urged him to take a much wider stance, forcing his feet much further apart, and then the exploring fingers began the slow, tortuous return up his tense, tightly-held body. So focused was he on those wandering fingers, Jamil almost flinched when a warm tongue licked water droplets off his hip. Firm knowing hands leisurely explored his ass, cupping and caressing his buttocks as the teasing tongue moved even lower to lick the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Jason's nose nuzzled against that sensitive strip of skin and he felt one of his balls engulfed in heated wet warmth. Jamil tensed and moaned as the process was repeated with his other ball and an inquisitive tongue rolled them gently around.

Soapy fingers trailed hesitantly down his cleft and Jamil pushed back against that tentative pressure. Fingertips paused and rubbed against his furled opening before moving on to grasp and cradle his scrotum. Jamil sighed with relief as Jason's tormenting mouth left his heated skin and hot water rinsed down his back. His wolf had risen and now stirred restlessly under his skin, remembering his earlier fantasy of pinning the younger man against the tiles and taking him. The last thing Jamil wanted was to lose control of his beast now. His relief was brief and short lived as now an exploring tongue repeated the fingers' earlier trail. The larger man's soft moans mixed with the pounding of the falling water as Jason continued with his delightful but tortuous exploration.

When Jamil was almost at the point where he thought that he could not take it any longer, the smaller man rose and circled in front of him, his blue eyes heavy lidded and his own flushed erection bobbing in the water's spray. The shower gel bottle was again in his hands. More amber gel was applied to a cupped palm before Jason carelessly dropped the bottle.

"Move the braids," was the husky command.

Jamil moved his hands briefly to toss the hair back over his shoulders. His fingers swiftly laced back into the braids as Jason’s soapy fingertips directly attacked his nipples. They were pulled and rubbed until raw streaks of sensation raced from them to his groin making him grow impossibly harder and desperate for his lover’s touch. Jamil groaned, his hips helplessly, uncontrollably pumping in the steamy warm air that surrounded them. Jason's exploring fingers trailed lower to leisurely trace his stomach.

"I love your abs, freaking cobblestone abs. I work out constantly and never get them," Jason complained and praised in a low sensual grumble.

Jamil could have cared less about his belly; he wanted those slender strong fingers to make their way lower. He rose a bit on his toes and Jason laughed. He desperately that hoped Jason didn't continue onto his legs without stopping where he wanted him most. He couldn’t risk it.

"Touch me, Jason." His voice was low and hoarse, not caring if Jason heard the begging quality of his request.

Suddenly, his throbbing length was firmly encircled by both of the other man's palms and a slow, strong, pulling stroke was his reward. Jamil's breath became rapid pants intermingled with moans of need as Jason began steadily working his aching hardness. Jason's touch was strong and sure, as another man, he knew exactly what felt good.

"Spread you legs more and hold me," Jason asked and Jamil instantly complied so that their heights were now even, his arms eagerly lowering to embrace the smaller werewolf. Jamil fingers clenched tightly on the blonde's ass as their cocks now rubbed together and Jason's soapy hands encircled their hard lengths together.

The moist air around them filled with the sounds of their grunts and groans of pleasure and need. Jason threw his head back and the pulsating water found a forgotten clump of shampoo that trailed down the hollow of his spine. Jamil's exploring fingers discovered it and swiftly slicked themselves. His long middle finger eased between Jason's flexing buttocks to caress and probe the other man's furled entranced. With a gentle inward stroke, Jamil's finger breached the tight ring of muscle and thrust inside the hot clenching warmth.

Jason yelped as the finger slid through the barrier. But it was with surprise and not discomfort, Jamil noted with relief. He curled his finger and rubbed against the sensitive gland he was searching for. Jason's hands tightened on their cocks as he began whimpering and thrusting back to impale himself on Jamil's invading finger. The larger man wrapped his other arm around the blonde's waist and drew him hard against him so their wet flesh fused together.

Jason buried his face into the hollow of Jamil's throat and increased the tempo of his hands as he rhythmically rocked back and continued to whimper deep in his throat. The dark wolf bent his head into the falling water until his teeth found the wet smooth shoulder of the smaller Were and gently fastened into that tender, firm flesh. As his jaws increased their pressure, his finger gave short savage jabs into Jason's clenching warmth. Jason howled into his ear and thrust wildly against him; Jamil felt a new sticky wet warmth spill onto his stomach. With his lover's release, Jamil unleashed his own orgasm and huge shudders coursed through his body as he exploded into Jason's hands.

Jamil gently slipped his finger free and his arms cradled his lover's trembling body in the rapidly cooling water. His tongue soothingly stroked the skin of the sleek shoulder he’d marked, as his hands ran up and down the long curve of Jason's back. Their panting calmed and Jamil heard an angry protesting grumbling noise over the sound of the shower.

"Damn, is that your stomach I hear, or is a troll about to attack us?" He asked Jason huskily, his voice still showing the after effects of their recent spent lust.

Jason began to chuckle helplessly and reluctantly pulled away from the embrace. They rinsed themselves quickly in the cooling water. Jamil reached and turned off the faucets and his gaze possessively watched as Jason’s sleek slender form slid the door open and stepped from their warm haven.

The dark wolf swiftly followed his new mate.

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