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Dark Wolf Wanting	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 9297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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: (sighs wearily) I totally blame my inability for moving the story along on two horny wolves and not on my own personal bathroom fetish.

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Dark Wolf Wanting

Chapter 7

Jamil swiftly left the warm, humid haven of the shower stall to follow his mate. Jason had already grabbed a towel and was busily drying himself. Jamil and his inner wolf sighed softly in disappointment at this missed opportunity. He snagged another towel and began briskly removing the beading moisture from his own dark skin as he watched the other man’s graceful actions possessively. He very much wished it was his own tongue that was licking the trailing drops of water from that expanse of firm, golden tanned skin. Grimly, he held himself in check; at this rate they would never leave these rooms at the Circus and starving to death would be a strong possibility as well.

His gaze narrowed as he continued to watch Jason. The smaller werewolf was acting oddly. Jason had the thick, plush towel firmly pressed to his torso and groin as his bent head buried into the soft folds clutched to him. It was almost as if the towel was a person. There was no mistaking the heavy lidded look in his bright blue eyes or the slight thrusts of his slim hips in the bunched cotton. A suspicion dawned in Jamil’s mind and he stepped forward to capture the trailing end of the towel. When he lifted it to his sensitive nose the sharp tang of leopard and fading arousal was unmistakable. If Jamil remembered correctly, the blonde's towel was still in a crumpled heap next to the bed. Jason was using Nathaniel's towel from the night before. The events that began last night seemed a lifetime away to the dark wolf now.

The cobalt blue gaze had a slightly guilty gleam in their lust filled depths when they lifted to meet his own.

"Are you sure Nathaniel's okay, in regards to us?" was the husky, hesitant question addressed to him.

As a warm and satisfied feeling swelled inside of Jamil at the referral of the two of them being an 'us', he responded to Jason's caution and fear at the possibility of ruining what was forming between them.

"Yes," the older man reassured him. "I know there are others in your life that you are intimate with that are significant to you. As long as I am first in importance, I am fine."

He saw Jason sigh with relief. "Good, 'cause I have been eyeing that kitten for a long time."

Jamil's lips quirked at Jason’s heartfelt words, "He's crossed my line of vision as well," was his dry admission before he continued, "We just have to be aware, and remember, the limitations of a physical relationship with one of Anita's leopards; especially this particular leopard.”

The fact that the slender redhead was considered their Lupa's favorite Pard member was left unsaid between them but the knowledge was shared in their serious glance. Then the smaller man grinned at Jamil in a lascivious manner that he found was humorous while still being incredibly erotic.

"Considering all we have done together already without actually having 'real sex' as our Bolverk would like to naively define, I think we can bend the 'limitations' to suit and satisfy us all."

As Jason wiped the steamed mirror clear and hunted though the bathroom cabinet for shaving equipment, they began to talk. Jamil had found and used the supplies earlier, so he reached around Jason and opened the correct door. They discussed Anita and her ever-changing position in the Pack. Jamil was amazed at Jason's insightful views of the dynamics and personalities of their fellow wolves. He realized that playful exterior hid a very intelligent mind. He was also increasingly fascinated by the few stray drops of water that slowly meandered down the smooth, lightly tanned back in front of him.

While they had been talking, Jason had spread lather on his jaw and leaned his slim hips against the edge of the sink's vanity, the towel trapped between his groin and the cool marble. Gritting his teeth, Jamil noticed that Jason watched him in the mirror with heavy lidded eyes and a smirk as he shifted deliberately. Jamil really didn’t believe the other man needed to move, causing sleek muscles to flex, as often as Jason did as he lathered up his jaw and neck. Jamil looked enviously at the soft folds of cotton where the blonde's cock was nestled and hidden from his hungry, avid gaze. As Jason started stroking the razor against his skin, his eyes were drawn back to an adventurous water droplet that had started its journey under the short, damp tendrils of hair and had finally disappeared in the shadowy cleft of the smaller man's bare buttocks. The dark wolf's curiosity and desire built until he purposefully dropped his own towel on the floor behind the blonde. Kneeling on the thick folds his hands gently gripped the other's man's muscled ass cheeks and parted them revealing the treasure he sought. His sharp gaze caught the faintest glistening gleam of moisture on the furled opening of the other man before his swift tongue swept it away.

The clatter of the dropped razor and a groaning curse made Jamil aware that Jason had noticed his actions. But then a warm, wet, probing tongue in a very private place would be hard to ignore, Jamil admitted to himself as he peered around Jason's hip to meet the other man's bright stare in the mirror. His chagrined gaze turned guilty as he observed the thin trail of blood on Jason's neck where the blonde had nicked himself with the blade. Jamil reluctantly removed his hands, his fingers involuntary caressing the taut skin as they left before lacing themselves in his braids; in what was now becoming a frequent habit of his. The Alpha wolf was surprised by Jason's laughter before he realized how he must look, on his knees with his hands laced behind his head.

"Bad wolf, should I frisk you or just show you my 'baton'?" was Jason's mirthful query as he looked down at Jamil.

A flush crept under his skin as an embarrassed growl escaped his lips. He swiftly unlaced his hands and went to stand but Jason's next words stilled him.

"Finish what you started...please," was the husky plea.

Jamil frowned, a determined look on his face that was obvious to the other werewolf. Jason's eyes narrowed, "Don't force me to say another provoking comment," was the soft threat as he moved.

The blonde leaned forward over the sink and a hand rested briefly on each buttock before spreading them apart for the larger man. Jamil's gaze briefly met Jason's hungry, needful one in the mirror before moving back to the offered treasure. His hands lightly brushed Jason's away as the other man spread his legs wider offering Jamil freer access to other treasures. His hard hands captured the flexing curves as his head bent again, but slowly this time, smiling at the blonde's tortured low whine. His tongue extended licking and laving that hidden crease while his thumbs lifted, parted and exposed everything for his exploration. His tongue started at the soft, tantalizing hollow of Jason's bowed spine and slowly traveled to the delicate skin of his shaven scrotum, skillfully laving each sweet inch. Jamil rediscovered, at a tormentingly unhurried pace, the wonderful bounty he had first claimed the night before. His breath blew warm puffs on the wet quivering skin and they seemed to echo the soft whimpers escaping from the man braced before him.

His tongue inched up again to pause and concentrate on the darkened pink furl, his hands firmly holding the twitching hips in his grasp. His teasing, flicking tongue wrung out low curses and whispered pleas from the other man and Jamil smiled as he nuzzled against the firm flesh. He closed his eyes and concentrated, almost distracted from his goal by the intoxicating scent of his mate being drawn deeply into his lungs, as his tongue slipped into the tight clenching opening. His tongue advanced and retreated swiftly several times before staying, stretching and lengthening to plunder deeply into the opening. Jason moaned, the low guttural sound bouncing off the tiles, as he felt the Alpha’s wolf's tongue altering inside him.

Jamil's tongue became longer and thicker and with it he blindly searched for that oh so sensitive spot. The other wolf pushed back against him causing his exploring tongue to delve deeper as it caressed and sought its goal. Jason gave a deep whimper of pleasure before he began a mixture of begging and demanding.

"Oh Please God. Right there, yes...don't you dare stop," as Jamil's tongue found and stroked the sensitive spot nestled inside the blonde. With firm licks he caressed the area he was only able to reach due to the abilities that being a strong Alpha gave him. It seemed to Jamil that Jason was highly appreciative of this ability as the other man whimpered and writhed in his grip. Each time Jason thrust backwards to impale himself on the Alpha's altered, firm tongue the delicate heavy weight of his scrotum would gently bang against Jamil's throat. Jamil starting moving his head so his tongue could fuck his lover and the smaller man moaned his pleasure as each stroke caressed that special spot.

The muscled thighs his arms rested against began a fine tremor and Jason gasped that he was going to come. The younger man cursed when Jamil ceased his ministrations.

"You fucking bastard," was Jason's tormented cry.

Jamil ignored the threats and pleas as with firm hands he turned the smaller werewolf to face him. Jason's harsh words faded to happy whimpers as Jamil drew the blonde's weeping erection deep into his warm mouth. Encasing the throbbing flesh with wet heat, he sucked as he felt frantic fingers bury in his braids. He rolled his eyes up to observe his lover's expression and almost choked with laughter when he noticed the shaving cream still adorning half of Jason's jaw. The cobalt eyes were glittering and heavy lidded and Jason's face was tight with tension as he panted above him.

Jamil gently grasped one of the smaller man's braced thighs and drew it over his muscled shoulder. Jason gasped and tightened his hands in the kneeling man's hair as he strove to maintain his balance. Jamil's firm grasp steadied the other man and he murmured reassurances around the smooth flesh in his mouth. Jason moaned at the mind-blowing sensations flowing through his body and leaned back against the counter for support as Jamil diligently worked his mate’s rock hard erection in and out of his talented mouth.

Jamil smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and concentrated on driving his lover insane with pleasure. He enjoyed how this position showed the smaller werewolf's trust in him because even though it had left him open and vulnerable, he was showing no anxiety or concern. Of course, Jamil thought, inwardly smirking, Jason was rather preoccupied at the moment. One of his hands moved to cradle and caress the soft, shaven skin of Jason's scrotum. His fingers gently rolled and toyed with the firm globes of the other man's balls as Jason arched his back and drove himself deeper into Jamil’s mouth.

Jamil sucked on the silky skinned shaft slowly stroking deep into his throat as his tongue curled and caressed when and where it could. His own erection was only semi hard and he gloried in this opportunity to focus all his attention on his mate and not be distracted by the demands of his own body and beast. A small part of his mind had been amazed that Jason was still physically desirous of further love play between them after all the times they had already been together. But then, he reminded himself ruefully, his new mate was more then a decade younger than him, still in his youthful prime. Jason regained his full attention with shuddering whimpers. Jamil increased the pace of his mouth as Jason matched it with short, almost savage slams of his hips. The body braced above him shook with racking shudders as thick, salty spurts flowed down his waiting throat. Jamil drew back his head slightly so he could taste his lover better and suck on the quivering head of Jason's cock. His hand gently cradled the tight, drawn-up balls that trembled in release as he greedily swallowed his mate's seed. Jason’s howl echoed in the room around them.

Jamil slowly and reluctantly released Jason's softening shaft, knowing from experience that too much sensation could detract from the pleasurable afterglow that followed such an intense release. The smaller man slumped over him, hands braced on his broad back for support as his harsh pants sounded above the kneeling man.

As Jason recovered, Jamil licked his lips with satisfaction, making sure he had not missed a single drop of the salty cream. There had been no possibility of the sink receiving that delicacy, Jamil admitted to himself. Soon another sound joined the panting above him. Jason's still bellowing stomach was pressed to his head and he didn't need enhanced hearing to notice the protesting growls of hunger emanating from it. It reaffirmed his determination to finally feed his mate as Jason straightened above him. Jamil frowned as he rose and gently turned his lover’s sated body so that his buttocks were cradled against his front. Jason's narrowed reflected gaze caused him to smooth it away and smile instead.

Jason relaxed against him, "Good, I thought you was going to pull the whole 'girl' thing again."

Jamil raised a questioning eyebrow as he reached around Jason for the forgotten razor.

"The 'I regret' spiel," Jason elaborated with a slight smirk.

Jamil's smile spread to a grin, "No...You can teach an old dog new tricks."

"So far I like all your tricks," said Jason bumping suggestively back against Jamil's groin. “Did you...?" Jason asked, a faint frown forming on his face.

"No, nor do I think I can. This old dog needs some 'down time'.” Jamil chuckled as he tilted back Jason's chin, with a steady, quiet hand he finished shaving the younger man leaning so trustingly against him. Jason's bright blue gaze watched him in the mirror. Only once did his stroke falter. It was when Jason softly murmured, "Do you have any idea how I envied Nate last night. How much I wanted to be in his place?"

Jamil sighed as he nuzzled the short damp hair of his lover. "You never need to feel that way."

A smug smirk crossed Jason face. "I know that now, then, though, I wanted it to be me you were touching...but...” Jamil gaze sharpened as the bright blue one slid away in the reflection of the huge mirror they were facing.

"Jason?" There was a warning note in his question at the other's evasion.

Jason hesitated before replying, "I don't know if I would want you to do all...I'm not sure..."

Jamil interrupted his lover with softly spoken words, "I gave Nathaniel what he wanted and needed, that's not necessarily the same thing that you want or need or what I desire from you. If our relationship doesn't go in that direction between us...that's okay, there is plenty more I want to explore with you."

"Like fucking me?" Jason teased, bumping back again.

Jamil gave a mock threatening growl, "Let me concentrate on finishing shaving you without such distractions."

"Aww...I trust you not to cut me," Jason sallied back.

"Really...that's good to remember." Jamil's smile took a wicked edge as his hand slipped down over Jason's taut stomach to gently cradle the blonde's shaven sack; the velvet smoothness was just barely broken by the beginning of faint stubble. The smile deepened as the blue eyes widened at him in the mirror, as the young wolf understood the implication.

Jamil continued to grin as he removed his teasing hand so he could tilt Jason's jaw and resumed shaving the smaller man. All the while, the other werewolf carefully watched him with a wary look in his eyes.

After Jason splashed his face clean, Jamil waggled the razor and asked, "Anywhere else?"

Jason hastily shook his head as the older man chuckled.

"Umm...you're not seriously..." Jason's voice had a slight waver and his hands drifted to hover over his privates in a protective manner.

The dark wolf was quiet and tossed the razor onto the sink. He gave an exaggerated sigh of disappointment and said, "Maybe next time," as his hands slid under Jason's that were still hovering uncertainly in the air.

One of his hands cupped the blonde's shaven sack as the other gently cradled Jason's softened cock. His exploring fingers marveled at the delicateness of the silky skin as he questioned Jason on where they were going to grab some food. Jason was telling him he had some leftovers in his mini fridge that could tide them over when he paused and looked down. Jamil blinked before peering over the smaller man's shoulder to stare in envious wonder at the other's hardening erection. He was going to utter a joking remark of the stamina of youth when he saw Jason's slightly worried frown.

"Jason?"

"Umm...that shouldn't be possible, I know I'm a young, virile, stud muffin and all but I've had more sex with you than I have ever had in one night...unless..."

Jamil wanted to growl with impatience during Jason's considering pause, but restrained himself. All in good time, he reminded himself as he watched his mate’s thought deepened face. Jason looked up at him.

"My Viagra-like effects could be due to the ardeur."

"That was taken care of last night." Jamil said with firm conviction, shaking his head, remembering the feel of it sated and receding.

“That was Anita's ardeur being channeled through Nathaniel...what if I am getting the overflow she is pushing back at Jean-Claude while he is asleep? Her binding of Nathaniel and Damian in a second triumvirate has greatly increased her frequency of feeding."

The dark wolf frowned, "Wouldn't it go to Richard instead?"

"Yeah, like he ever has his shields down, and he still refuses to allow her to use him as food," Jason scoffed. "It could be filtering through the bond I have with Jean-Claude as his Pomme de Sang."

"Perhaps you could explain that in further detail," Jamil asked carefully, trying to keep any tone of demand or jealously from his request.

"From what Jean-Claude has shared with me, each pairing between a Pomme and a Master is different. Unique even," Jason explained as he leaned contentedly back against the larger man. Jamil took comfort in that gesture and moved his arms until they gently encircled the smaller wolf as he continued. "Technically, a Pomme is just a voluntary food source. Some are merely treasured toys and pampered pets but others could, under the right circumstances, have almost as powerful of a link as the bond between a vampire and his human servant."

"What sort of circumstances?" Jamil asked in a quiet, low, controlled voice.

"How old and powerful the Master, whether the Pomme is a magic user...umm stuff like that."

Jamil noted a fleeting, shuttered look slide over Jason's expression before he continued his explanation. "Jean-Claude isn't just a powerful Master vampire but the Master of a City and because of that, he is linked to his followers' power, as well as the combined effects of the two Triumvirates. You know he has a link with all of the wolves.” Jason looked directly into his eyes. “I felt it when they sealed their marks when we were in Narcissus’s bondage club. I’ve been Richard’s proxy several times when Jean-Claude and Anita needed to call on their triumvirate. I felt the change when Anita formed her own power triangle and added it to the one she shares with Jean-Claude. Each time, when Jean-Claude gained in power our bond deepened." Jason frowned, "I’m not sure what they were doing last night, besides the obvious. I was kind of out of it for a while, but it feels different, stronger. It’s hard to explain."

Jamil tried not to appear appalled as he tried to take in what Jason was saying, "Are you saying you have the ardeur too?"

"Nah," Jason grinned, "I'm just getting some overflow extra horniness. Because Jean-Claude and I are linked he might be able to feed from my release, even from a distance, now." He waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner in the mirror. "Good thing my mate's here to look after me."

Jamil's inner turmoil was soothed at the other wolf's statement. He saw the other man carefully watching him in the mirror.

"I've never had sex with him." Jason said in a soft, serious voice.

Jamil was shocked and knew his expression reflected that. He had assumed, like many others, that the two of them were intimate, or had been in the past before Anita officially became Jean-Claude’s girlfriend. "But, you've wanted to?"

The blonde gave him a long, droll look. "Like you wouldn't either?”

Before he uttered a swift, automatic denial Jamil forced himself to pause and consider that idea. There was a time in his past when those would have been serious fighting words. He had been ambivalent towards vampires as a youth, but when his life was directly and adversely affected by their actions, his response had been deadly and decisive. Since he’d left Baton Rouge for the last time, he had tended to avoid them, realizing his vengeance had been personal and specific to a certain group of vampires. He had decided to not continue it against vampires that were strangers to him and had nothing to do with his personal tragedy.

It wasn't until he starting working security at Danse that he interacted with any of the vampires here in St. Louis on a regular and neutral basis. He had formed a good working relationship with Hannah and spent a lot of time with Damian. When he wasn't rescuing the dancer from overly clinging women, they had had time for many interesting discussions. Jamil knew his intense hatred and distrust of vampires had eased and flowed away over these past months. He had kept it alive for a very long time, pushed, no doubt, by his guilt over his own actions that had lead to that tragedy so long ago, or, more truthfully, his inaction.

He thought of Jean-Claude's dark and pale elegant beauty, of how his inner wolf had reacted to him earlier and his own fascination at watching the other man's gracefulness and his rueful admiration of his patience when dealing with Anita and Richard. Jamil thought of that alabaster skin being marked by him and of it smelling faintly of Jason and his beast stirred. Jason's chuckles broke into his fantasy and he flushed. Jamil gave a noncommittal grunt as a response that fooled neither of them.

Jason's voice turned serious as he asked, "Would it bother you to share me further with him, if that ever happened?"

"No, I had already accepted that relationship along with the one that you have with Anita."

Jason rolled his eyes, "Now, if only Richard would be mellow about that."

"Remember our vow, not to discuss Richard when we are naked?"

"Yeah...my bad, especially when there are other more interesting things..."

Jamil interrupted him with a low growl as the smaller werewolf begun to rub himself sensually against his own larger, hard body, a body that he realized was showing signs of recovery. His hands moved to hold the tempting wolf’s hips still.

"We are dressing," at Jason's grin, he amended that statement. "I am dressing. You are wrapping yourself in a towel since Nathaniel ran off with the only guest robe last night. We. Are. Leaving. This. Room." His tone was firm and brooked no argument.

"You are eating something in your room while you dress and you are going to grab some clothes to take to my place, several days worth should be enough to start with." Jamil paused briefly at that thought before mentally shaking himself. "You are eating again on the way, then napping to wake to a well balanced meal cooked by me, before we return here for you to talk to Jean-Claude when he wakes and discover for certain if your bond has changed. Understand the plan?"

Jamil was proud at how serious and determined his orders had sounded as Jason nodded in agreement. Confident in the schedule he had constructed he prudently chose to ignore when the blonde began humming the theme music to 'Mission Impossible.'

After all, with both of them in accord, they could restrain themselves for a few hours. Couldn't they?

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