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Reckless Abandonment	By : bsoffia Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Richard sank into the warm water that filled Jean-Claude’s bathtub and grimaced. He had no idea how tender he was until his body was submerged and the water worked its way into his aching muscles. He sighed. How could the best sex of his life cause him so much pain barely an hour later?
He tried to stretch his long limbs and groaned. Everything creaked and hurt; his thighs and arms were so stiff he could barely move them. He eyed the soap and started to reach for it, but gave up when his muscles protested. Richard took a deep breath and closed his eyes; he wasn’t looking forward to waking up tomorrow. He decided to skip the whole day and spend it cuddled up next to his vampire.
A slight noise disturbed his musings. He opened his eyes and saw Jean-Claude glide into the bathroom with an armful of dark crimson towels. He shivered when the vampire bent down and kissed the top of his head. Before he knew what he was doing, he had an arm curled around Jean-Claude’s slender neck and was guiding his face to his lips. A deep kiss followed, and then another one. His aching body was temporarily forgotten. He whined when the vampire chuckled and broke the kiss, but shut up when Jean-Claude began to undress.
Richard tried not to drool when the vampire slipped out of his silk robe and slowly climbed into the tub. He still found it hard to believe he’d fucked Master of the City. Two days ago, he wanted to kill Jean-Claude. Now… he loved him. He waited to feel disgusted with himself, but it didn’t happen.
He looked at Jean-Claude and crooked a finger. The vampire flashed a naughty smile and sashayed to the tub, but his movements were far from fluid. He climbed in gingerly and grunted as he slid down into the water. Richard smiled in sympathy. It did nothing for him to know that his lover suffered as well. In fact, he made him feel terrible for using the vampire so harshly.
Richard stretched out an arm, ignored the pop in his shoulder, and pulled Jean-Claude closer. He nuzzled the vampire’s neck and nibbled on his earlobe. He trailed kisses down the side of his face until he reached those full lips, and then he captured them in a hungry kiss. Jean-Claude pulled away gently and laughed when the wolf growled.
“Much as I desire to indulge in these games for the rest of the night, mon loup, we have many things to discuss in preparation for tomorrow, non?” Jean-Claude reached for the soap and began lathering his own pale chest. Richard stared. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He growled again.
“Do we have to talk about that now?” The wolf grumbled. He wanted to remain in this bubble with Jean-Claude forever. “I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing to you right now…” He added boldly.

Jean-Claude smiled and shook his head. Richard groaned. The vampire really knew how to kill the mood. He didn’t want to talk about his responsibilities. Not now. Not ever. It pained him the way he had neglected the pack, HIS pack; the people who looked to him for protection, influence and power. He had to make things right with them, but he had no idea where to begin. He sighed and slumped forward.
“You will get through this, mon loup. We will do it together. I will not leave you.” Jean-Claude gathered the trembling wolf in his arms and whispered a stream of French words into his ear. The vampire’s voice was black velvet and Richard cocooned himself in the comfort it offered, even though he understood very little. He buried his head in the vampire’s chest and planted haphazard kisses there. Jean-Claude dropped the soap and shuddered when Richard latched onto a nipple and rolled it around his tongue.
“I suppose we can discuss tomorrow at a later time,” Jean-Claude’s voice was thick with desire. He straddled Richard’s lap in one quick motion, and leaned down for a kiss. The Ulfric threw his arms around the Master of the City and moaned when their lips crashed together. The kiss deepened, and Richard moaned again when Jean-Claude’s exquisite tongue explored the depths of his mouth.
Richard’s head swam. Jean-Claude was good! If he wasn’t hurting so badly he would have pushed the vampire over the side of the tub and fucked him senseless. He struggled for control while his mind and body flooded him with images and sensations of what occurred in the bedroom earlier. Fire tore through his body and headed straight for his cock. It swelled, and it hurt him.
“Shit! Damn! Damn! Damn!” Richard cried out. The pain cleared his head. Jean-Claude pulled away immediately.
“Are you alright, mon loup?” Jean-Claude sounded worried.
“I’m a little tender, that’s all.” Richard smiled. He was fine and he didn’t want his lover to be concerned about something so trivial. He frowned when Jean-Claude pulled even further away.
“If that is the case, I am not helping you…” the vampire observed with a small smile. He slid further away, reached for more soap and lathered his arms. Richard tried not to stare but his mouth watered. He shook his head and sighed. It wasn’t fair. He was already fighting a losing battle with his libido, and then Jean-Claude had to turn something as mundane as soaping himself into a seduction.
He growled and pulled the unresisting Master of the City back onto his lap. He tightened his grip on Jean-Claude’s ass before his lover could get too far away again.
“I’ll be fine… I think.” To prove it, he rubbed himself against the vampire. It was excruciating and he howled in pain. Jean-Claude stroked Richard gently until his whimpers of pain changed to moans of desire. The wolf reached down and found the vampire’s cock. It was huge. He chuckled and fisted the throbbing member in his hand. Jean-Claude gasped.
“I do not believe we should…” The vampire was interrupted by a voice on the other side of the door.
“Hey Jean-Claude! I was wond..er…ing…” Jason bounded into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his lover and his King naked in the tub together. His mouth fell open in surprise and eyes widened.
Jean-Claude flashed a worried look at Richard before he spun his body around to face his pomme de sang. Somehow he managed to remain on the wolf’s lap. The Ulfric rested his head on the vampire’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around Jean-Claude’s chest. He almost whooped in triumph when Jason’s eyes darkened with jealously.
Richard realized he wasn’t embarrassed being caught with Jean-Claude anymore. Now that he had decided to keep the vampire, he wanted everyone to know this and stay away from them. He was angry at Jason for interrupting his time with Jean-Claude, and decided he would make the young wolf answer for his rudeness later. Richard growled deep in his throat and felt the vampire stiffen in him arms. He tightened his grip possessively around Jean-Claude.
“Can Nate and I take the Ferrari to work tonight?” Jason choked out in a small, strained voice. The young wolf’s handsome face had paled considerably, but his blazing eyes were fixed on his King. Richard watched Jason without expression, but he was laughing on the inside. Jason was so out of his league and there was nothing he could do about it. Richard locked his gaze with Jason’s and kissed the back of Jean-Claude’s neck. He grinned when the young man turned an interesting shade of red.
Jean-Claude pushed away from Richard and moved towards Jason. Richard frowned when he found his arms suddenly empty. This was a major blow to his ego and he wanted nothing more than to challenge the other wolf for stealing his mate. But he knew Jean-Claude would not tolerate violence. He would have to deal with Jason another time. For now, he would pretend Jean-Claude’s other men didn’t bother him.
“Come to me mon pomme,” Jean-Claude’s voice made shivers roll down Richard’s spine. The vampire knelt down at the edge of the tub and reached out to Jason. The young wolf smiled tentatively and shuffled hesitantly to the tub. He threw Richard anxious glances as he got closer, and the Ulfric found himself hoping the young wolf would slip and hurt himself.
Jason forgot about his King when his Master took his hand. His smile widened as he gazed into Jean-Claude’s deep blue eyes. The vampire ran a hand through his pomme de sang’s unruly blond locks and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Richard watched this blatant display of affection and nearly gagged on the bile rising in his throat. Despite his best intentions to show no emotion, tension pooled in his stomach and his eyes narrowed. He fought his first instinct to tear them apart from each other and imprison Jean-Claude in his arms forever…
And then it hit him. He had felt exactly the same way about Anita. He almost barked with laughter when the irony of his situation hit him. He was caught up in another love triangle, and he was, once again, the other man. Or in this case, he was one of the other men. Fate was a cruel mistress, but she had toyed with him long enough. Jean-Claude would be his; and his alone. He wouldn’t accept anything less.
His rage exploded when Jean-Claude kissed Jason. It was a quick meeting of lips, but it felt like forever to Richard. He stared daggers at them, but they were oblivious to his angry presence. His stomach roiled and he forced himself not to scream. He clenched his hands into tight fists and willed his body to relax.
“Of course you may take the Ferrari, mon pomme.” Jason grinned and dotted light kisses on Jean-Claude’s cheeks. The Master of the City chuckled and whispered something in Jason’s ear that made the young wolf blush.
“Will you be making an appearance at the club tonight?” Jason twirled a lock of Jean-Claude’s hair in his fingers. “I want to show you my new routine.” The young man sounded excited and hopeful. Richard rolled his eyes and made a face. Jean-Claude whirled around and gave the Ulfric a long, measured look and then turned back to Jason.
“I am afraid I cannot make it in tonight. Richard and I have to prepare for the meetings tomorrow.” Jean-Claude sounded regretful and Richard suppressed a snort. The vampire was staying with him!
“Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry.” Jason’s face fell, but he forced out a smile. He scrambled to his feet and backed away from the tub, his eyes on the floor. Richard was elated. He would be spending the whole night alone with Jean-Claude alone. It didn’t matter if all they did was talk about the dreaded meetings tomorrow. What was important was the vampire’s willingness to turn away his other lovers for him.
“Mon pomme,” Jean-Claude called softly. Jason raised his head and did a poor job of hiding the disappointment on his face. His hand rested on the doorknob and he looked ready to flee.
“I hope you do not find it presumptuous of me to request a private showing of your routine when you return. Nathaniel has told me it surpasses all your previous efforts.” Jason nodded mutely, but his smile was so wide it showed all his teeth and made deep dimples on his cheeks. Richard frowned and sulked behind Jean-Claude’s back.
“Nate really said that?” Jason blushed and his smile widened even further. Richard fumed silently when the young wolf stepped back into the bathroom and spoke shyly to his Master.
“I want to show you, it’s no problem at all…” He gave the vampire one more kiss, waved to him, and then disappeared out the door. Jean-Claude turned his attentions to Richard and caught a glimpse of the murderous look on the Ulfric’s face.
“What is wrong, mon loup?” Jean-Claude asked softly.
“Nothing I can’t deal with,” Richard muttered and grabbed the soap to wash himself. He shut down and refused to look at the vampire.
“I realize you are not comfortable with my other lovers, Richard.” He looked up and Jean-Claude’s face was as blank as his voice. Richard’s heart sank and he hurriedly rinsed the soap off his body.
“I do not know what you want from me, but we will deal with it at a more appropriate time. The most important thing now is the pack. You need to reassure your people that are you still strong enough to be Ulfric. Your pack leaders have been holding things together in your absence, but the members are losing faith in your ability to lead them.”
Richard sighed. He hated it when Jean-Claude pointed out his shortcomings. It made him feel like a child. Besides, he didn’t want to discuss the pack. He wanted to fight over the private striptease Jean-Claude had scheduled for later that night and argue about his other lovers. He wanted to put his foot down and demand that Jean-Claude forget about the other men. He wanted to be the only one in the vampire’s bed… in his life.
Richard wasn’t sure what the vampire would do when faced with his ultimatum, but he hoped Jean-Claude loved him enough to let him have his way. If not, he had no choice but to leave and sever all ties. It would kill him, but he preferred to die quickly rather than bleed out watching Jean-Claude frolic with his other lovers. He’d learnt that lesson the hard way with Anita. He was not doing that again. Not for anybody.
“Mon loup…” Jean-Claude gripped him by the shoulders and shook him hard enough to snap him out of his morose thoughts. He stared blearily at the master vampire in front of him and wondered if Jean-Claude would even consider leaving Asher. They’d been together for centuries. He could never compete with that. It was impossible. This whole situation was impossible. He nodded miserably and Jean-Claude’s face softened.
“Let us finish up here so we can get started.” The vampire reached for a towel and began drying his hair. Richard blinked and took a deep breath. He moved sluggishly. He was hurting, depressed and tired; and the night had barely begun.
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