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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- 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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Aahz shook her head, glancing at her watch. The publisher was late... and Jess and Kitty were making out in her office.

"Bonjour, Aahz."

Aahz smiled up at the blond vampire. "Hey, Asher. What's up?"

He shrugged. "Nothing... Mon Ami mentioned that the publisher was visiting tonight... congratulations."

"Thanks..." She bit her lip.

"Ah... he is not here and you are nervous..."

She nodded. "Yeah..."

"You've nothing to be nervous about, Aahz. Your work... is amazing. It captures the light, the dark... the romance, the lust... the need." Asher smiled as she blushed. "I must find Jason now... I fear I must feed."

"Alright... see you later, Asher."

The blonde vampire swept away with a small wave.

Jean-Claude stepped up behind her a moment later. "He has not come?" He quirked a brow, looking down at Aahz.

She looked up at him, shaking her head. "No... maybe... traffic?" At one in the morning? She doubted it.

He rested his hand on the small of her back, "I am sure it is a minor delay, Ma Joli."

"I... guess." Aahz offered him a small smile before shaking her head. "I'm going to kick Kitty and Jess out of my office... start filing."

He nodded, "Alright. Shall I bring him in when he arrives?"

She nodded back. "If he does... I'll be at this for a while." She brushed a kiss over his lips before turning, weaving her way through the crowd.

Jean-Claude smiled slightly, leaning against the wall to wait for the publisher. He did not have to wait long. Some ten minutes later, a rather short, harassed looking man entered the club carrying a suitcase and a light jacket. He weaved his way over to the vampire, his baldhead glinting in the dim light. "Hello."

"Bonjour."

"I'm looking for a... Ms. Saftis."

Jean-Claude smiled, "Oui. Come with me, Monsieur."

The bald editor nodded, following Jean-Claude down the hall.

Aahz felt like whimpering as she reached for yet another paper before sliding it into the proper folder. The publisher wasn't going to show. He just... wasn't. Ever. They'd probably changed their minds... She sighed, holding a pencil in her mouth as she worked her hair into a knot on the top of her head before securing it with said pencil. Thanks to her scoop necked blouse, the scars on her neck were in plain sight for those who wished to look.

Jean-Claude knocked on the door, and the publisher quirked a brow as scrambling was heard from inside.

Pulling open the door, Aahz blinked. "Jean-Claude... Oh. He... hello."

The publisher looked her over, before shifting his jacket and offering her a hand, "I'm John Williams, from the Harlequin Publishing Company."

Jean-Claude shot her a smile from over the man's head.

"Aahz H. S. Saftis... Sir." She swallowed. "Please... come in."

Williams entered, looking around the office, "Thank you."

Jean-Claude quirked a brow, "Shall I sit in upon the meeting?"

"Please..." She grabbed him by his shirt, tugging him into the office. Lord... she was all nervous and shaking and... she just KNEW she was going to babble. God. No. Please.

Jean-Claude's lips quirked, and he shut the door behind himself, "Alright, Ma Joli."

Williams watched them curiously, "So... you are?"

"Jean-Claude, the owner of this establishment."

"Ah."

Aahz blushed, offering a tense smile. "Um... let's... let's all sit d...down..."

Williams sat, setting his briefcase and jacket down next to his chair.

Jean-Claude shook his head, "I will remain standing."

She blinked up at him. "Why?"

He shrugged, his face a bland mask.

Williams nodded slowly, "Okay... So, your book."

"Yup." She gulped. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm supposed to say... or... or do... or-"

*Ma Joli... You are babbling.* Jean-Claude's voice eased into her mind, bringing with it a sense of calm.

She stilled. "Please... excuse me. I think I've made it fairly obvious that I'm nervous."

Williams smiled, "It's fine. New authors often are. Why don't you sit? We'll be done before you know it."

Aahz beamed, sitting behind her desk. "Thank you for seeing me."

Williams nodded, "It's not an issue. I must say, our editors are very intrigued by your book."

"Really?" She blinked, as if amazed.

He nodded, "You brought your characters to life with a style that's fresh, and you developed them from just names and faces to real people."

Jean-Claude inwardly rolled his eyes. He'd told her that already.

"A lot of authors do that though..." She shook her head. "I write fanfiction... and a lot of the authors also do original pieces... and their works are much better than mine... yet they've been turned down by your company..."

Williams cast a sidelong glance at Jean-Claude, "In my experience, all authors are self critics, and many don't realize that by putting themselves down the world loses an excellent book."

She bit her lip. "Oh. Okay..."

Williams smiled, "Would you like for your book to be edited and published? Harlequin is renowned for producing excellent books. We wouldn't suggest this if your book wasn't up to snub."

Aahz blinked. "Um... I..." She nodded, trying to get her mouth to work. "I mean, Yes.... please..."

He looked indecisive for a moment, before he voiced the question that had been on his mind since he'd entered the office.

Jean-Claude blinked. Why would it matter if Aahz's scars were real or not?

She blinked, raising a hand to her neck. "These? Erm... yes. My... my lover... he's a vampire. I'm a human servant."

The publisher leaned forward slightly in his seat, obviously tempted to ask more questions but visibly restraining himself. "Well... We'll call you in the next several days to finalize everything." He stood, looking around for his suitcase and jacket, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Saftis."

She stood as well. "Mr. Williams... feel free to ask me anything... I do however, retain the right to decline an answer." She smiled, offering him her hand.

He took it, shaking it with a firm grip. "Alright Ms. Saftis, I'll keep that in mind." He smiled, releasing her hand and picking up his jacket and suitcase. He turned to Jean-Claude, who merely nodded. He nodded back, before escorting himself out of the office.

Aahz turned, looking up at her lover. "What was with the standing?"

Jean-Claude shrugged again, "I wished to view the conversation from a neutral standpoint."

She reached out, smoothing his shirt. "Ah..."

"Oui." He smiled slightly, catching her hand in his. "It went relatively well, did it not?"

She smiled back. "Mmhm." Her brow furrowed. "Um... how and why would someone fake bite scars?"

He chuckled, "I do not wish to discover that particular secret, Ma Joli."

"Mm." She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her in turn, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "Je t'aime."

"I love you too."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "Have I been seeing phantoms this night, or has Jason been more..." He paused, searching for a word.

"Nice? Not an ass?"

"Oui."

She smiled. "No.. he was nice. We had a civil conversation and everything..."

Jean-Claude blinked, "That is an immense improvement."

"I know." She kissed his jaw.

He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

She blinked, letting her eyes close as she parted her lips.

He deepened the kiss, his eyes shutting as well.

Jason opened the door, "Aahz, Alex needs to..." He sighed, "Great."

She jerked back, looking at him. "Jason."

Jean-Claude opened his eyes, meeting the werewolf’s annoyed spring blue gaze. "Mon Loup."

Jason scowled, "Aahz, Alex needs to talk to you." He turned away from the door. Great. That was just what he needed. Perfectly good mood, and now?

"Hey, Jason." Jess grinned at him as he came up the hall. "What's up?"

"The sky." Jason said flatly, moving past her.

"O...kay... I was just saying hi... jeez..." She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"That." He snarled, pointing towards Aahz's still open office door. "Honestly, couldn't they wait until after hours?"

Jess blinked. "Okay... Jason... a kiss never hurt any body..."

Jason turned, glaring at her, "It never helped anybody either."

"Your point? What's so bad about them being happy?"

His fists clenched, "Because they chose the one day that I managed a good mood, and had to fucking ruin it with their happiness!"

She jerked back. "How? By... being in love?"

"Love." He rolled his eyes, "Stopped believing in that awhile ago."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't exist." He growled, taking an unconscious step towards her.

Jess swallowed, shaking her head. "You need help."

Jason's jaw clenched, "What, and you're going to give it to me?"

"Would you listen? What made you so mad about Aahz and Jean-Clau-"

"It's none of your damn business."

"Jason... you're making everyone unhappy-"

"Good!" He snarled, scowling at her.

"Good?" Jess shook her head. "No... bad..."

Jason took another step towards her, "And what would you know about it? It's none of you fucking business, Jess, so just stay out of it!"

Asher missed most of the conversation, but as soon as Jason reached for Jessica, he found himself on the other side of the hall, pinned against the wall by a pissed off vampire.

Jason snarled, glaring down at Asher. "Let me go."

"Non. You NEVER harm a woman.... never!" Asher growled and Jess leaned against the wall, shaking.

The wolf pushed against Asher's arm, "Who said I was going to hurt her?"

"Do I look stupid? Mon Lou-"

"I'm not your fucking wolf!" Jason growled, "And I won't say what you look like."

The shadows seemed to melt away and Asher looked livid. "Say it."

Jason's eyes trailed down the vampire's scars, and he sneered. "Scarred freak."

The vampire dropped him, watching the wolf fall to the floor with pale eyes. "Go... Jessica. Find your chatton." Asher turned, the shadows cloaking him again, the hall darker than ever.

Jessica fought the urge to run as she hurried away.

Jason looked up at Asher, his angry eyes dimming, "Asher, I'm so-"

"Fermez la bouche, Jason. You... have said enough."

"But... you have to feed..." Jason struggled to his feet.

"I would sooner drink from a pig than... force myself upon you. Good night." And with that... Asher went out the side door and into the night.

Jason bit his lip, glancing around the hall. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

He leaned against the wall, shutting his eyes. Why was he like this? Aahz... just wasn't a plausible reason. They'd broken it off nearly a year ago, and he'd made the decision to do it! She'd found love, and that was between her and her chosen. Jess was right - again -, a kiss had never hurt anyone.

He wished, not for the first time that year, that he could control his temper. If he could, would things have been different tonight? Probably. He would have let Asher feed on him, and the vampire wouldn't have been able to comment on how sad he tasted. Jason knew, for a fact that had he been able to control himself, he would not have insulted Asher, and not about something he so obviously hated.

Jason bit his lip. Maybe he should take Jess' advice. Get help. He seemed to need it. But who was going to help him? His thoughts immediately flickered to Jean-Claude and he shook his head. No. Never the Master of the City. Who though? Asher? Yeah, right. He'd insulted him, and that was nearly unforgivable. Nearly. How could he possible get back into the blonde vampire’s favor? He was old, and had a place of power in the city...

He sighed, opening his eyes. Time to do something he hadn't done in a very long while. Grovel.

It was several hours later when Jason leaned against the Circus wall. He'd searched through the District, and all of downtown, and there was no sign of Asher. He rubbed his eyes, where could the vampire have gone? It was crazy! Jason sighed, pushing off of the wall. Time to go into the main city then. He groaned softly, that was not something he was looking forward to...

Asher looked down from behind the large clown heads, his face stoic... no emotion showing as the breeze caught his hair.

Jason blinked, looking up as Asher's distinct scent caught his nose. He sniffed, following it until he was craning his neck to look up at the fanged clowns. What the...?

The vampire sank back into the shadows, eyes flashing in the dark.

Jason bit his lip, his eyes trained on where he had seen the flash. Well... it was a start. He glanced around, his eyes lighting on the ladder propped to the side of the building. Ah... Jean-Claude and his habitual redecorations...

Merde! Loup foutu! That ladder was rickety! He would fall... and couldn't he take a bloody hint?!

Jason made it halfway up before his foot plunged through a step. He gripped the rung above his head tightly, feeling his hand begin to sweat. Oh fucking hell. This was it. He'd fall, Asher wouldn't care, and that would be the end of him.

Asher growled and took to the air. He'd grabbed the impudent wolf before he could think, and, as the nook behind the clowns was closer, flew him there. "Loup foutu!"

Jason stumbled as Asher dropped him behind the clowns. "Holy shit." He said shakily.

Asher glared down at the wolf, stalking to the edge as if he was going to take off again.

Jason pushed himself upright, catching the vampire’s elbow, "Asher, I..." He trailed off under the ice blue glare he was receiving.

"Release me."

He swallowed, shaking his head, "I have to talk to you."

"You dare-"

Jason made a show of rolling his eyes, "I wanted to apologize, but if you don't want to hear it-"

"You have gone too far for a simple, 'Je suis désolé', Loup." Asher's tone was cutting, angry.

Jason bit his lip, "Yeah, that's because I mean it." He let go of Asher, "I shouldn't have yelled at Jess, or you, at any point in time, and I did because I refused to accept that it wasn't healthy. I owe you now, for making me stop before I hit Jess."

Asher's face stilled, relaxing out of his angry expression. "Fine. You have made you... apology. Let... the scarred freak rest in peace." He moved, intending to ease into the shadows.

"Wait..." Jason watched Asher's back, "I didn't mean that. I - when I get angry I tend to forget to think." He ran a hand through his hair, "So I still need to apologize for that, and I need to thank you for not letting me fall off the ladder."

Asher stilled. "It was nothing, Loup. I... am used to it."

"But-"

"But nothing." The vampire turned. "As I said... I'm used to it. Drop it, as you Americans say."

Jason looked down at his shoes, "Fine."

"Do not look so... down. You are fine."

"But you aren't, and that's my fault."

"Non. That... is the fault of other humans... meaning..." He shrugged.

"I shouldn't have rubbed it in. Hell, I shouldn't have mentioned it! It was..."

"A human reaction. Do not take the blame if it is not yours to have." Asher stepped from the shadows, light pulling in around him as he pushed his hair out of the way. "I am... as you have said."

Jason looked up at the scars for the second time that night, "No... you're scarred, yeah, but you aren't a freak."

Asher frowned. "Non-"

"Not no, yes. If anyone here is a freak, it's me, and I'm a freaking idiot."

The vampire shook his head. "Non. You may be an idiot, but this is the trait of men."

"You aren't." Jason pointed out.

"That... Jason... is debatable."

Jason shook his head, "You don't have to call me that, and I've never seen you do anything remotely stupid."

"You have not known me for very long, then, non?" Where had his anger gone? Could he feel no anger for this sad man before him? Apparently not. "And call you what?"

"By my name. I don't care anymore." He shoved his hands in his pockets, "Jess is right."

Asher tilted his head. "About? Oui, you may be an... ass... however... you have many other redeeming traits. Besides... to be lonely around such happiness only makes the pain worse...non?"

Jason sighed, scuffing his shoe on the platform. "She said I need help. I believe her. I mean... is this how somebody's supposed to act?" He looked up into Asher's face, his eyes almost pleading.

"Merde... Mon Loup..." Asher looked lost for a moment before he pulled the young man into his arms. "Non. No one should be as sad as you have been. It hurts to look at you." What was he doing? Surely the young wolf would beat him for such an... unmanly gesture.

Jason stiffened for a moment, before letting himself relax. "It just hurts."

"Oui. I know..." Asher stroked his back. "I wish I could take it away... but I can't..."

Jason bit his lip, swallowing. What was he doing? This... hadn't been a part of the plan. "How did you deal with it? You've been through... damn near everything."

"I do not know what you are feeling, Mon Loup... but... I lived... I died... and I did it again... focusing on destroying the one thing that saved me. Jean-Claude." Asher rested his head against the wolf's.

Jason let his arms move to wrap around Asher, "Well... I can't destroy my boss, or Jess, or you..." He sighed, "Guess that option is out."

"Then we shall work to destroy your unhappiness." The vampire smoothed the wolf's hair.

Jason rested his head on Asher's shoulder, feeling the chill of the vampire's hand on his scalp. "Okay... You haven't fed yet."

"Je suis désolé." Asher nearly stepped back.

Jason looked up at him, "You need to."

"I will be fine."

Jason's brow furrowed, "If you're helping me, I want to be able to help you." He bit his lip. He was acting like a teenager who just got a Valentine. But... Asher needed to feed.

"Have you not been helping me?"

Jason shrugged, "Not really. I've been being a royal pain in the ass for a year."

"And I have been... a pain in the neck."

The wolf shook his head, "Not really."

"The bite is not pain?" Asher frowned, then shrugged. "No... I suppose not."

Jason sighed, "I know Jean-Claude said that I was the only person you could nibble on, and you shouldn't be going hungry just for me being an ass."

The vampire's lips quirked, "Is that so?"

Jason nodded, "Yep. It's so."

"Where would you like it?"

Jason blinked, "Hold on, what was that?"

Asher frowned. "Where would you like the bite?"

Jason's lips twitched, "On the body or...?"

"I meant..." Damn English! "In the building..."

"Oh..." Jason nodded, smiling slightly, "Wherever you want."

"I am... sorry... My English..."

Jason shrugged, letting go of the vampire, "It's fine. We got it figured out."

Asher nodded, slowly releasing the wolf. "Perhaps... my rooms?"

"Okay." Jason looked around, "So... how do we get down?"

"The same way we got up."

"Oh. Best get to it then, shouldn't we?"

Asher wrapped his arms around the wolf. "Are you ready?"

Jason slipped his arms around Asher's waist, nodding. "Sure."

Then vampire smiled, and they were off.

"Whoa... that's a long way to drop." Jason muttered, shutting his eyes.

"It is fine..." Moments later, firm ground was once again beneath their feet.

Jason blinked his eyes open, letting Asher go again.

He smiled again. "That was not so bad, non?" Merely... tiring, for a vampire who had not fed.

The wolf smiled slightly back, "Guess not."

Asher stilled. Merde. No, no, and NO! Stupid... stupid heart. "My rooms are this way."

"Okay." Jason followed Asher to his room, frowning slightly. His tone had been halting and tense. What happened?

Asher tucked a lock of his golden hair behind his ear. "Do not frown, Mon Loup."

"I wasn't frowning..." Jason said, immediately wiping off the expression.

"You may lie... but I can smell it. Your scent... it deepens. Besides... I saw it."

Jason's lips twitched, "Okay... You win."

Asher smiled. "Don't I always?"

The wolf stuck out his tongue, grinning, "Maybe."

The vampire shook his head. "These are my rooms."

Jason watched Asher open the door and followed the vampire inside. "Nice. Doesn't really look like it's yours though. This screams Jean-Claude."

"Oui. Mon Ami's... tastes... are... how do you say...?"

"Flashy? Tacky?" Jason blinked, spotting a very red couch, "Vibrant?"

Asher laughed. "Oui... Aahz has... controlled... his tendencies somewhat... however..." He shrugged.

"He got to your rooms before she could constrain him?" Jason shivered, feeling Asher's laugh slide over him.

"Oui, Mon Loup."

He smiled, "I can tell."

"Perhaps I shall ask to redo them..." Asher frowned in thought, then shrugged. "It matters not."

"Not really." Jason looked over at Asher, "You need to feed." He said, ignoring his redundancy.

"Where... in the room... would you prefer?"

His lips twitched, "Well... There's the vibrantly red couch, or anywhere else you want. I don't really care."

Asher shrugged. "Perhaps the bed, then? The lock on my door is... faulty. I would strongly dislike having your honor compromised."

"Okay." Jason glanced around the room again, "Lead the way."

"It is... through here." The vampire pointed, leading him back to a simple room.

He followed Asher, watching his back. It'd been surprisingly easy to get the vampire to understand. All he'd had to do was tell the truth... Jason shook his head slightly, pulling off his shirt as they entered the room.

Asher swallowed glancing at him before grabbing a leather strip from the desk, tying his hair back.

Jason set his shirt down at the end of the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free of his pants.

Merde. He was... not... attracted to this... this wolf... "Let me know when you're ready.”

Jason nodded, stripping the rest of the way down quickly. "Ready." He sat on the bed, looking over at Asher.

Asher faced him, his eyes darkening as he thanked Mary, Mother of God that he had yet to feed.

Jason stretched out on the bed, convinced he could feel the weight of Asher's gaze as the vampire moved towards him.

"Meet my gaze, Mon Loup."

Jason looked over at him, their eyes locking.

Asher released his power, rolling the wolf easily.

Jason swallowed, watching Asher as the vampire moved.

He crawled onto the bed, nearly straddling the other man as he leaned over him, touching Jason's chin gently to tilt his head. "Merci..." He licked at the pulse, letting his eyes slide shut for a moment before he sucked the entrapped beat into his mouth. Ah... he was supposed to... nibble, no?

Jason shivered, tilting his head farther for Asher.

"Mon Loup..." Asher laved at the pulse again before sinking his fangs into the tender flesh.

"Oh God..." Jason moaned, his eyes sliding shut.

The vampire sucked hungrily, holding the other man to him. Arousal and contentment danced over his tongue... Contentment? Asher stilled, swallowing. Oui. The sorrow was there... but greatly faded. Asher felt his own body stir as he drew on the bite. Merde.

Jason bit his lip, feeling himself grow hard next to Asher's hip. He groaned, the sound raw as it tore from his throat.

Asher pressed into the other man, pulling on the bite again. Well. That was where the blood had gone...

Jason's hands gripped the blankets, his back arching. "A-Asher..."

Merde... he was taking far too much... He pulled back from the bite, licking his lip. "I am sorry..." He reached his hand down, gripping the wolf's hard member.

Jason groaned, opening his eyes, "What-" He swallowed, "What are you doing?" His voice was more curious then upset.

"Sshh... finishing what I have started... unless you would prefer...?"

He shook his head, shifting against Asher's hand.

Asher swallowed, laving at the bite to help it heal as his hand began to stroke.

Jason let his eyes slide shut again, moving with Asher's hand. "Mm..."

"Oui?" The vampire licked his lips, pulling back to watch the wolf's face.

He pressed into the graceful fingers gripping his member, shaking his head slightly, "Nothing..."

Everything... Asher's mind argued as he lowered his mouth to the wolf's chest.

The muscles on Jason's chest tightened under Asher's mouth, and the wolf moaned. "Lord... Asher..."

He stilled. "Mon Loup... may I...?"

Jason swallowed, nodding blearily. He didn't care what Asher did as long as he didn't stop what he was already doing.

The vampire leaned up, brushing his lips over the wolf's, thumbing the tip of Jason's now weeping member.

Jason growled softly, parting his lips and pressing up into Asher's thumb.

He deepened the kiss, easing his tongue into the other man's mouth. Merde. He tasted... like home... if that... non...

Jason returned the kiss, his hips moving against the vampire’s hand.

Asher groaned, his pants now painful. He let his mouth mate with Jason's, content for the moment as his hand worked.

Jason moaned into Asher's mouth, nearing his peak.

Asher felt Jason near his peak, the movements of his hand more frantic.

Jason came hard a moment later, his eyes opening as his back arched.

Asher stilled as he felt the wolf spill onto his hand before groaning, an unexpected release tearing from him.

Jason broke the kiss, panting.

"Mon Dieu…” Asher buried his face in the sweating curve of Jason's neck.

Jason swallowed, resting his head against Asher's, "Mmhmm..."

"Merci... Mon Loup."

Jason nodded, catching the combined scent of sex. He blinked. Combined? But Asher hadn't... Had he?

Asher kissed the soft skin behind Jason's ear, enjoying the feel of the wolf's heart.

Jason shivered, his eyes drifting shut, "Asher, did you...?"

The vampire nodded. "Oui."

Jason pressed his nose into Asher's hair, "Oh."

He stilled, slowly pulling his hand away from Jason's softening member. "Je suis désolé."

Jason opened his eyes, blinking at Asher, "Why?"

"I..."

He shook his head, "You shouldn't be sorry, it was..."

Asher quirked a brow before shrugging, "I must change."

Jason nodded, shivering slightly as Asher moved away. Man... now he was cold... And really confused.

Asher began to undress, his movements fluid and more graceful than any dancer's.

Jason pushed himself up into a sitting position, watching the vampire's movements.

The vampire put his shirt in the dirty clothes hamper before starting to undo his pants.

Jason bit his lip. Even with the scars, Asher was sexy. But... what was this? This entire thing was a first. The feeding, that wasn't. However, this... The helped along release... Asher messing his pants. That was new.

"You may turn your head, Mon Loup... I would understand."

Jason shook his head, "Unless you don't want me to see, I'm quite happy watching."

The vampire stilled, then shrugged. "Enjoy." Asher pushed his pants down his hips, along with the blue bikini underwear Jean-Claude had persuaded him to try while they were with Anita.

Jason's eyes slid over Asher's form. He was well muscled, though it wasn't obvious. He was... perfect. Ignoring the scars. He swallowed, shifting on the blanket.

Asher glanced at him as he grabbed a tissue from his dresser. "Are you alright, Mon Loup?"

"What?" Jason blinked, before the questioned processed, "Oh. Yeah."

Asher smiled, shaking his head. "Would you like a shower?"

"Sure." Jason swung his legs over the bed. Whatever it was, he'd go with it. If Asher wanted it to stop, he'd stop it.

Moving to the other side of the room, Asher pulled back a curtain. "I give you... the bathroom, Mon Loup."

Jason blinked, "Wow. It's... big."

The vampire stilled for a moment before he shook his head. "Oui. I'd say Mon Ami was compensating... However…”

Jason snorted softly, "You know otherwise?" The bathtub was huge, bigger then the entire bathroom at his apartment. The shower was nearly as large, Jason figured it could easily hold four people.

"Oui." Asher shrugged. "Feel free to come and make use of it. I am not one to lounge about in a bath."

Jason nodded, "Um... Look, I have a question."

"Oui?"

"How far... do you want to take this thing? Personally I’m a little confused." Jason looked around the bathroom.

Asher sighed. "Mon Loup... I am not... pressuring you..."

Jason nodded, "I know. What do you want to do though? I don't usually do this. Casual sex, yes. But not with vampires, and not usually male. Any species." He sighed, "I'm spending to much time around Aahz..."

"How do I say this...?" Asher seemed to struggle for words.

The wolf shrugged, "I don't know."

"I... have not... since Anita... dumped? Myself..." Merde. His accent was thick.

Jason frowned, "What?"

"Non... it... does not matter." The nude vampire turned, wanting to leave.

"Asher..." Jason ran a hand through his hair.

He stilled, glancing at Jason.

The wolf bit his lip, "Do you want to...?" He gestured at the bathroom before shaking his head. "Never mind."

Asher lowered his head. "Have a nice shower, Jason." And with that he was gone.

Jason dug his fingers into his scalp. "Fucking idiot..." He growled at himself, stepping the rest of the way into the bathroom.

Asher cleaned himself quickly, whipping the bit of leather from his hair. Non. Never again.

Jason moved to the large shower, stepping in and turning it on cold. He shivered, nearly crunching in a ball as the frigid water hit him. Asher wasn't going to talk to him now. He'd go to Jean-Claude and request another were to feed off of. Maybe he'd get Nathaniel or someone. But the vampire had said he would help with his anger problems... Jason sighed, turning the water on until it was nearly scalding. Time to get clean.
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